had a wild show last night. my first in over a year. it was fun. one of my best. had a setlist planned but decided to trash it just before going on. played only sacrifice from the new album live which worked really well with just voice and guitar. hammered out some covers with of course my own mrnization of some classics. just got home. got some eggs boiling now. listening to chopin. reading fante. plan to record a song today with my broken and battered voice. now gotta get live shows going in helsinki. next week is about booking them. i hate having money. i love getting it and spending it but i am uncomfortable when it’s in my pocket. it makes me feel unlived. there’s this strange sense of loneliness creeping in somewhere but i can’t seem to put my finger on it. oh and thanks to those who bought my albums if you happen to be reading… it always means a lot. it’s sunday and the clouds are rolling by up above going nowhere. i wrote this on the train in my head cause i didn’t have any tools to write it with/on.
sunshine in veins
wants to be bled into you
wild and insane
our life, our rules
tears like timebombs
refuse to shed
big brother failed
god is dead
pool of secrets
awaits our dive
just another madman
laughing at walls