Steinar Olafsen Poems

One last song for the wicked
One last song and a cigarette
I see you standing in the back
forming a silhouette
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Me and my motorbike went out on a trip
As a black leather phantom i looked cool and hip
But with the sun in my eyes the bike did crash
And my whole life was passing by in a flash
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See the Old Man Thomas
As he burns his brain
With a glimmering glass
And a ratteling chain
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all he wanted was some peace in bed
and to come together in his hairy head
a working class hero with a world to save
then a madmans gun laid him in his grave
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Sitting here exchanging words
Lost like hungry - wingless birds
Hungry - lost like a homeless child
Running free and running wild
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