Hamingjugleði

Jæja..
Þá er loksins að koma að því.
Ég er kominn með íbúð niðrí miðbæ og guðminnalmáttigurhvað ég er happy.

Ég fæ afhent á þriðjudaginn og ég og Yoda Kisilíus Einarsson Maack (kettlingurinn minn) flytjum um næstu helgina.

Fór á hrauntónleika í gær.
Það var mjög þýð stemming yfir þeim, og mjög þýð stemming yfir áhorfendum. Allsaman svo ljúft og gott, og þó maður megi dansa þótt indy sé, þá er það ástæðulaust inná þetta litlum stað.

Maynard vinur minn á samt bestu orðin til að lýsa líðan minni þessa dagana.

Third Eye

Dreaming of that face again.
It’s bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... out... in... out... in... out...

A child’s rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I’ve spent so many years in question
To find I’ve known this all along.

’so good to see you.
I’ve missed you so much.
So glad it’s over.
I’ve missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running? ’

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...

’so good to see you.
I’ve missed you so much.
So glad it’s over.
I’ve missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away? ’

Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye