eachdaycountshere

Hey dear friends,

I've in a period when I have to write and listen to music constantly. My poor ears never get a break and my fingers gonna be affected as well......hahahahaha. No, I think I know when enough is enough and enough isn't reached yet. I still have more words in my head, and they have to get out in some way otherwise they gonna stuck there and I will never be able to understand them.....

Enough analysing......

Two days ago I spend my day in.... LONDON. I loved it and I realized that I live so close to London.... amazing. I have to go many times. See theatres and musicals....drink too much cappucino and nice drinks. And eat sushi!!!

I asked some friends, last time at the pub, if they thought I was half-french or half-american or if both my parents were swedish. A little exmperient of mine. Most of them thought I was half-french, one thought I was half-american. None thought I was "full-swedish". Interstin, beacause I am. And know you wondering about the people involved in this experiment, backgrounds, relationsship to me, about the environment and the time of the day ect ect......I can have something to do with the way I asked the question....if I asked a special question like the one I asked, people may think it has a special answear. They we're all my classmates, except from one Norweigan guy....

History is intersting. I've always thought so. Imaging how other people lived their lives before me. American, swedish and british culture and history have a lot of similiarites, but they are created thrugh ages and many factors is involved when explaining why cultures are as they are.... We're very good at drawing borders, we human beings. (When you say human beings, doesn't it has a negative, condescending tone? It's like we don't belive in ourself. Too destructive way of thinking I think!)

Think about all lovestories of this world. All the children of the world, in the past, in the present and in the future....borned to this planet...all the stories. There's a million stories and a million ways. (sorry If I sound fuzzy and waaaay too much , but I've always thought that the one who is against fuzzy subjects are actually the most naive one....because he never questioning anything, he just buy the science or facts or religions or whatever).

Enough for today fellows :)

Tiny Alien
Who are you my tiny alien
Why do you love to hide
Who are you my tiny alien
What can you see inside

I won’t make a sound
I won’t shoot you down
With my science, and reliance on everything I thought I knew

When you’re not of this earth
You won’t know what you’re worth
You’ve just got to take the pressure together
Or you’ll never survive in this world
Tiny alien

Seven thousand eyes are watching
Marching home and no one’s touching
Army of the city workers
Secretaries, lawyers, brokers
Heading for a London station
Heading for a quick salvation
Oblivious to cherry cola
Trying to sell to every stranger

Stuck here it’s cold I’m standing
Hoping for some understanding
Only way to go is inside

I’m going to find a happy.... a happy place