How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to hide it. you’re cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
I can sense it and I dont like it.

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We don’t barely keep in touch at all
and I don’t even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I’m just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player
the one thats changing is you.

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it’s with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It’s my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

- D12, How Come

 

Jag tror inte att semester ?r n?got f?r mig. Jag har helt enkelt f?r mycket tid att g?ra inget att jag genast blir uttr?kad och ist?llet b?rjar t?nka allt f?r mycket. Min paranoia ?r ganska kul ibland, tvivlar dock p? att mitt umg?nge tycker detsamma. Besatthet ?r nog ett ganska passande ord (?ven om det ?r felstavat) f?r hur jag reagerar p? sm? saker som jag vanligtvis inte ens hade reagerat p?. M? s? vara att diverse folk ljuger f?r mig och pratar dynga bakom min rygg, men det ?r jag van vid, det ?r inte inget som r?r mig l?ngre, iaf inte s? l?nge jag inte t?nker p? det.

Tv? veckors semester var fan gr?nsfall f?r vad jag k?nner att jag klarade av. Jag beh?ver n?got att g?ra, n?got att fokusera min energi p?. Det k?nns ganska bra nu n?r jag vet att jag g?r tillbaka till jobbet imorgon, men ocks? pga att jag de senaste dagarna har f?tt alla bitarna p? plats. It all makes sense now. Inte f?r er dock, eftersom ni inte har en aning vad jag pratar om men f?r att g?ra en snabb sumering: someone is fucking someone och denne n?gon ?r jag. Lungt och harmorniskt ?r mitt hum?r just nu. Yay.

I’ll be back.

 

we will never leave you
we are dead without you
we will drag you back
pull you away from your torments
back into our arms

travel safe
you gave us the world
go back home
take our tears with you

back
six feet of hell
you can’t go back now
dawn is here

no smiles
no laughter
everything is wrong
but they can never know

trying to sing
trying to feel
whisper secrets in a dead mans ear

“there was no pain, no fear no doubt”
no one here can say that this will end well

goodbey my friend
for the rest of my days I will always love you
you and no other
but your lies strikes like warm steel in my soul
goodbey my friend

no angels here
but his skin is cold
his fingers pulls her flesh
pulling her torwards extacy
smashed against the walls
everything comes crashing down
everything is wrecked, everything is gone

in hell the bells start to ring
love can’t win this fight
alone in rain, fading is the man you have become
alone in the void, tears turning into spite
and to vengence

trust must be built
it must take time
“can we just skip it?”
I’m yours

the darkest place
this is the monster you are
holding her down
she’s screaming no
hold her down
NO!
you can never love her
not anymore
the monster will always force her down on the floor

take your time
talk
forgive

and then;
it sounds like thunder
over and over again
and all you see is red

crossing the line
“bored now”
it rips and it tears
all is gone
end it all

I’m still here
nothing you say or do can make me walk away
look at were we are, what we have become
I’ll always love you
I’ll never leave your side
not even if you kill me

yellow crayon
turning black back to red
do we even have any tears left?

pull through
you are almost done
took you long enough
chosing life
so much to show her

almost there
do it just once more, with feeling

 

“Ask not what your rest home can do for you, but what you can do for your rest home.”

Hur tacksamt ?r det inte att ha med Bruce Campbell i en film med ett s?dant bissart manus som Bubba Ho-Tep? N?stan varje filmn?rd med k?rlek f?r b-filmer avgudar mannen och marken han g?r p?. S? ?ven jag. ?nda sedan jag s?g Evil Dead f?r f?rsta g?ngen har jag alltid haft en enorm respekt f?r mannen med hakan. Och efter att ha sett Bubba inser jag att inte bara ?r Campbell en enorm komiker med bissart och hysterikt kul kroppsspr?k, han kan ?ven agera. Jag menar verkligen verkligen agera. Hans prestation som en ?ldrande Elvis ?r den typen av prestation som brukar f? Oscars, vilket han hade kommit att f? om det inte hade varit f?r de mer, hrm, bissara inslagen i Bubba Ho-Tep.

F?r det h?r ?r en film som Oscars juryn inte ens skulle ta i med t?ng. Dialogen ?r hysterikst kul, handlingen bland det sjukaste och mest orginella jag n?gonsin sett och effekterna ?r s? d?r sk?nt befriade fr?n allt vad cgi hetter. S?, det ?r komedi delen av filmen, men detta ?r mer ?n en hysterikst kul indie film. Fotot ?r bl?ndade vackert, Campbell ?R Elvis, och vissar delar ?r faktiskt genuint (lite) skr?mmande. Och n?gonstans bakom komedin och skr?cken ligger ett m?rkt drama om ?ldrande. Om hur det kan k?nnas att leva ett fullt liv och hur lite av det som faktiskt spelar n?gon roll n?r du ligger i s?ngen med varb?lder p? kuken.

“From now on I’ll lube mah OWN crankshaft!”

Jag har sm? klagom?l p? klippningen som ibland kan bli f?r hysterisk f?r sitt eget b?sta men p? det stora hela ?r Bubba Ho-Tep den b?sta indie filmen jag sett p? v?ldigt l?nge och kanske en av de b?sta filmer jag sett ?verhuvudtaget. Film handlar om att underh?lla och s? h?r kul var det l?nge sedan jag hade med en film. S? kul att jag var tvungen att se om den direkt efter att sett den f?rsta g?ngen. Till?gas kan ocks? att extramaterialet p? dvdn ?r riktigt j?kla bra. S? spring och k?p den, den f?rtj?na en plats i samlingen.

 

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