jeg drager syd på, mod berlin, om nogle timer og lidt til. sammen med min guitar. jeg forventer høj sol, masser af inspiration, notesbog fyldt med sangtekster, melodier fra curt og lange, lange gåture. måske også et museum. og en fest med venner om lørdagen.

når jeg kommer hjem, skal bandet og jeg forberede vores debutkoncert på rust. vi spiller hele ep’en, plus et par nye numre. og så spiller vi også et liberty of lulu nummer, som jeg skrev sammen med klejs i starten af november sidste år. this is the end.

vi ses.
lula

so strange the way the sun sets on us
so strange the way we suffer loss
so strange the way we just vanish and disappear
so strange the loneliness cuddles up in here

i try to fight, i try to see
what’s wrong, what’s right, i try to feel
i try to walk and not break into a burning mess

i’m not scared of growing careless and out of love
but when it all ends in a mess, i cannot make amends
before my heart follows my head and understands
this must be the end

so wrong to just dismiss and let it all go
so fine i am, or at least that’s what i let you know
so absurdly numbing it is to find that we’ve both had enough
so time consuming it is to pick yourself up

i know it’s me, i know i’ll go
i’ve yet to see, i’ve yet to know
which part of us we won’t let go

i’m not scared of growing careless and out of love
but when it all ends in a mess, i cannot make amends
before my heart follows my head and understands
this must be the end

show me i’m wrong, show me i’ve yet to find
the meaning of this fight
show me i’m doing ok with my
stumbling and clearing my sight
show me i’m finally opening up to a brand new day
show me there’s peace where i lay