Sunday, September 24
Monday, May 8
Black sundays
Black sundays
I used to keep
A stone in my shoe
Felt the pain in my feet
Thought I was keeping it true
But the stone dug in
Infected my skin
And the pain of vain
Told me that a limp man
Doesn’t stand strong
Against life’s challenges
Against hurt feelings and bad ideas
Against broken hearts and foul parenting
Against the torn part of your self
Sot the stone has been dropped
My feet will heal
And look what I got
A song to share!
With you and all who listen
With my self when I’m feeling blue
With stones trapped in a shoe
And angels that thought they had fallen….
I used to keep
A stone in my shoe
Felt the pain in my feet
Thought I was keeping it true
But the stone dug in
Infected my skin
And the pain of vain
Told me that a limp man
Doesn’t stand strong
Against life’s challenges
Against hurt feelings and bad ideas
Against broken hearts and foul parenting
Against the torn part of your self
Sot the stone has been dropped
My feet will heal
And look what I got
A song to share!
With you and all who listen
With my self when I’m feeling blue
With stones trapped in a shoe
And angels that thought they had fallen….
Wednesday, April 26
Happy fucking Birthday

Hmm… Tomorrow is my 25th birthday… I guess that is a corner to turn,.. Not that I’m dramatic about it but hey!!!!
Listening to Chris Rea’s music… mmmmm so nice…
The weather has turned to the good side this evening and I hope it lasts till tomorrow… working in the wind filled ice rain isn’t nice any more, but I remember when I celebrated it after being out working in snowstorms for a couple of months…
My best friend birthday is to day… (happy birthday Halldór)… I guess we have always known each other … but I have drifted… a shame… but drift may lead in to a circle…
Ah !!! now the song “Road to Hell” is playing… he he… I guess im going out for a beer..
Saturday, April 1
Harmony

Here I am once again sitting at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away... but now i'm just drinking 2x latte... My liver cried out in agony ... I felt it was my duty to give it a break from all that bee... so my liver has been sleeping fort the past couple of weeks... on the other hand my stomach is now in agony for I drink and drink coffee instead...
I've bought a microphone... its a sE 2200 recording mic... I've done some recordings and i'm happy with the sound.. have some demos at
www.myspace.com/dasfunkyt
I feel clear headed and I can't wait to fuck that up with a couple of beers... but not for now... Ideas are poping in to my mind and I need to work at them
but for now i'm in good balance , in harmony with my surroundings.
that's good, isn't it??
Saturday, March 25
My Abyss

As I seek my bliss
in the muse's abyss
where your eyes kiss
my tender wish
but my dreams are crosses
in a silver neckless
as a symbol of all my losses
but you are my chaplet
a circle of flower
weaved with words
bigger than all our hour's
higher than all standing towers
I have a moment
engraved in my mind
you in a moonlight shower
your skin is silk
your mouth's' a wonder
your hair's a golden fall
but the abyss is closed
all words composed
no matter what I've proposed
the abyss is still closed...
Thursday, March 16
my friend
it's been a long long time for you to bear, my friend
but to morrow's strings are countless and don't have to
fuck up your state of mind.....
but to morrow's strings are countless and don't have to
fuck up your state of mind.....
Monday, March 6
Bird Flu mania

Crazy weather to day here in Iceland.... the wind was surely over some speed limits but as usual when illegal happenings take part, the police is nowhere to be found...
Even more crazy is this thing I heard to day at work... Parents in Iceland are using the bird-flu as an excuse for killing their children pet's.... ain't that sweet
"yes honey bunny, the cat had to be put to sleep because it ate a bird that had the flu and it got it and hence we could have caught it to!"
That is kinda sick....
and I doubt it's legal.... at least it shouldn't be.... or should it!?
I'm confused .. .. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Stef

Lífvana
einsog órói án andvara
andvana er barnið mitt
Því stafirnir
skjóta ekki glæringum
af pappír í hjartað þitt
lífvana er barnið mitt
en stór var þin gjöf
bros þitt til mín
fölnuð er samt minningin
sem haustsinns síðasta lauf...
þetta stef sem ég tauta
daglega
dettur kannski einn dag í eyrun þin
þetta er ástar játtningin mín


