Hard-to-read graffiti,
on the frozen walls of this world
Hard-to-deal-with gravity,
...
I buried my friend the other day,
but today is another new day
There is a hole in my heart today,
...
Children in the street with nothing to eat,
living like animals, no shoes on their feet
How can you live one more single day
...
Melting, shifting,
endlessly drifting
Everywhere I look, there’s
...
I am going out tonight,
now I’m going to do things right
She will take me by the hand,
...
Ship surrounded by one thousand sharks,
rain pouring down, it’s almost dark
No place to hide and no place to go, time
...
My life just left me, but I really don’t care
I choke on my heartbeat, and stare and stare
No more activity, I’m bored till I die
...
We are the bullshit warriors,
and we don’t care
We are the bullshit warriors,
...
Every man for himself
every woman for herself
Every boy for himself
...
I started writing poetry when I was 17 years old. I started writing lyrics halfway through the nineties, starting to sing in underground rock band Chaos Rules. My main influences, to mention a few, are Charles Bukowski, Henri Rollins, Kenneth Patchen and Michael Gira. I lived in Amsterdam for twelve years, I have also been a vegetarian for twelve years and I didn't touch a dropp of alcohol for five years, if this means anything. I live in Danmark now close to my children. Play drums in Blisters, http: //myspace.com.blistersamsterdam and in Ghostship Whorehouse.)
Tracks In The Snow
Hard-to-read graffiti,
on the frozen walls of this world
Hard-to-deal-with gravity,
on every corner a beautiful girl
Fingers outstretched to the whiteout,
with eyes that burn what they see
Inside my cell the landscapes grow,
but horizons never show
Tracks in the snow,
why follow, why follow
Why follow
the cold
Political aspirations, media-fed mediocrity,
poetical interventions, becoming less and less
Blocked inside this sadness,
with eyes that hurt as they see
Stuck in endless circles
Less and less, more or less