Vintage

You speak so softly
inches from my mind

Dowager Queen
of your heart

the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

Fat Fariry's metalblue recovery disk

Fat fairy keeps songs for broken and mended hearts in her blue box, sometimes I steal it and go for a stroll in the park

1. Fix you - Coldplay
2. Cut up Angels - the Used
3. Doll parts - Hole
4. Best of you - Foo Fighters
5. 505 - Arctic Monkeys
6. Sola skinner - Jokke og valentinerne
7. Fields of Gold - Eva Cassidy / Sting
8. Come away with me - Norah Jones
9. Little wing - Jimi Hendrix
10. Scar tissue - RHCP
11. Wish you were here - Pink Floyd
12. Come pick me up - Ryan Adams
13. Last Christmas - Wham
14. The Gymnopediès - Erik Satie
15. Claire De lune - Claude Debussy

Come a little bit closer...

And write down some songs you like, the walk is long

fanger på fortet

Conclusion:

I figured something out
because I can't sleep
I can't wait anymore either
but I know I'm fucked up enough to do it...
just wait

So please don't listen when I dream

It feels good when you crush me
because I've needed a warm touch for so long
but

you're not him
you're not silent friend
the one I don't know if is friend or a foe
you're not pale blue eyes
you're not korky conversations and smiles
you're not laughter and electricity
you're not I close my eyes and wish you were here
you're not him

I need him
the one with the pale blue eyes
I need him to hold my hand
I need him to kiss me first
I need him to tell me to relax
I need him to sit with me under a tree and eat apples
I need him to touch me and capture me
I need him because I want him to need me

Why?
Because never judges
Because the memory of a cold winters night
in the middle of summer
Because chemistry
Because he got in my heart
Because make it all right
Because sleepless nights and daydreams
Because he's that place I'd rather be at
Because until I stop breathing he is all the shades of gray
Because I think I actually

The most unreal real thing

To be or not to be is bullshit

To love or not to love, that is the question

Microwave charity

I dag ga jeg penger til gatebarn i Romania

Bare fordi han var søt

Dreaming

When I slept last night I saw him ripping my chest open, taking my pounding heart out, before he left me there alone, bleeding and sobbing on the floor. I cried, I cried for days and nights, until I had no tears left to shed. Then, in the silence, without my heartbroken sobbing, I heard the sound of a heartbeat that was not my own. I followed the sound, and I did not need to go far before I spotted his heart on the floor, still beating, and I realized that he was heartbroken too, and that he would come back to me one day. So I placed his heart in a little wooden chest, and carried it with me, wherever I went, together with the little black book in wich I write my fairytales and dreams.
Then I woke up.

Fake Tales

Pt. 1 Four Ever

We sit on the top of the world. Fooling around with cans of colours. We're gonna own these streets some day. Make a wish, make a wish and blow the cold away.

We close our eyes and make a wish. We dance, and laugh. No one is there, all eyes on us.

Do you see us? Now we have your attention. Four girls, a part of fake tales, a part of the world. We don't have names, you could say we are...ghosts. None of this is real. We'll never realize it though. Someone makes us up along the way. It’s weird, when you find your angels, how they seem to drift away. You make us up along the way. I hope you dream of us. We are here. Always.

The story about the boy in her basement, it isn't true, but it's going to be. Watch me burn.

Do you know how it feels like? Being torn apart. I’m pretty sure you do. You can’t breathe, you can’t sleep. You lie there twisting around in your bed. Everything is annoying. Everything is ugly. I'm your pretty little princess when it's dark. But at daylight, I don't know, you wouldn't know it was me. You could kiss me when I'm drunk, or fool around with me. I'd let you. I love to laugh. I love to love. Let me give you a piece of my love. Things you'd never see, you would never see me hurt, or cry. People say my life is like taken out of a fairytale. They don't know me. They've seen pictures of me, good pictures, that makes me smile. My life, is a sad story like all the others. Broken home, broken heart. Smile to me. Lie to me, make me happy. I hold her hand. She tells me I'm Miss World. I trust her to make it all right for just a moment. We walk and share a smoke. It hurts tonight. I’m so angry at my other half. Both of my other halves.

She had to fuck about it this morning. How empty she is. Take a look at me! Which part of me is filled up with what ever you want? Name it, and I'll give it to you. But you won’t name it. You love your sorrows. And he loves your pain. One side is darker than the other, but then again, both sides can be so wonderful on a good day. Is it just illusions I recall? I know what I’ve experienced and what I’ve seen. They make me feel safe, my friends.

Once upon a dream HE kissed her

I waited for you, in the cold, you know. I made fairytales out of my breath. Clichés, with princes and princesses. They melted together with the snow. I was thinking, maybe I was over thinking it. My hands were so cold. I needed someone to hold around them. I'd forgotten my gloves at home. I know you opened that door for me, and expected me to take the next step. But you put me in a position where I couldn't move. I can't move even now. Though you're drifting further and further away. Where are you going? And why are you leaving me behind? I just need my hands to get warm... maybe I should buy myself some coffee. 7- eleven coffee. No sleep, only agony. A pit hole with no emotions. Where are all my emotions? You promised me. It's all my fault isn't it? I'll sit in the schoolyard, late at night, hearing. It's so comforting the sound of voices. The voices of sound. Fake tales in my room tonight, by the open window to your open door. I'll drift to you in my thoughts while the streetlights are still on, while there are still people passing by my window down the street. I want to text you, ask you how you've been, without playing any silly little games. I'm so sick of these games. But you always make me play with you. Like little brats in the kindergarten, making ponds stuffed with imaginary fishes. And then suddenly we are in my basement. And your face is inches away from mine. Why can't I kiss you? Why can't I be happy? I feel it, I feel it everywhere. I want to melt with you. No! I want you to melt with me. When you leave, you leave me empty.

Time goes by. Tick tock, tick tock... says the sky. I have to do something. Tick tock rapist soul. Tick tock, tick tock. I'll do something stupid that I'll never regret.

Blondes have more fun!

Do we really? I had fun tonight. I had a blast, but when I came home I started thinking. They are leaving. I put on really loud music. It works. Wish I could stuff my head with it, like a stuffed doll you know. I’d be doll parts, doll eyes, doll legs and doll mouth. Would you play with me if I was a doll? If I never talked, never spoke my mind. If I was a creature out of your imagination, would you play with me? I know you are lonely, master of puppets, I know you are. So am I. I want to write, but dolls can’t write. They have other duties. I want to swing, but dolls can’t do that either, they have to attend tea parties with rabbits, falling down black holes to make it. I want to be more than something in a child’s imagination. I want to live. I want to break free how ever stupid it might sound. Maybe I’ll leave to chase my dream too?

And he completes her empty, when he’s there.

It hurts, in my lungs, in my head, in my heart. Physically. It hurts. I don't know what to do, so I stay at school, I go early and leave late. I read about it, to find out what it can be. I can't find any answers. I want you to see how much it hurts. But you're blind. You are even more fragile than I am. I want to make it all right. If I could make a wish, I'd make all the pain in the world go away. But if we felt no pain we'd feel no happiness... I don’t believe that, I want the pain to go away. I walk the graveyard path, I like to read their names. Is that weird? I like to walk. I'm afraid to let go, so I hold on to what I've got. It's slipping through my fingers. I can fix this. I wish I could make the time take us back to a time when you were happy. To a time when your eyes didn't have the frost in them. The car is moving, there are no rabbits in our headlights tonight. I see the world through a foggy window covered with raindrops. Like a dream. Yellow streetlights, the comforting sound of raindrops on the roof. I want to sleep, but I stay awake, I don't want to miss a thing. I don’t want to forget last night. In the basement. The world spinning around in your basement. Music. People. Laughter. Tears. Making love in that basement. Dancing, drinking, smoking. Laying outside watching the stars before we walk in. Cold walk home. Bottles and games, sound of glasses clinging together in a cheer. «Is there a certain angel you're supposed to be?» I ask the air in front of me. I think of you. I watch you, you watch me. You and I standing in a bathroom line. You tell me you got my heart and you make a hand gesture over your chest, touching over your own heart. I don't know what it's supposed to mean, but for some reason I know you're not playing with me. As you lean in, I tell you, I've got you heart too, you whisper sad stories in my ear. I sit alone in space, the cold air and the galaxy. Contradictions right? There is no air in space. Space is cold. It clears my head. You have spellbound us all, bodies and souls. I know, I don't have to wonder. You'll keep it safe. Like the boy in that song ”Pale blue eyes so young, pale blue eyes so far away” You’re not far away, you are here, and you are real. You’re like that...

PAKKEOPPTELLINGSJULEKALENDER

Elsker du meg

Jeg vet du elsker meg.
Men elsker du meg - Virkelig?
Elsker du meg halvparten så mye som jeg elsker deg?

Elsker du meg - Egentlig?

Hvorfor må jeg spørre når jeg vet svaret?

Du gjør meg lykkelig - og jeg er redd for å miste deg...

Fake Tales Introduction

"Where do you go when you're sad?"
"I walk in my dreams...


I walk the streets of the old home I once had. Standing under the street lights the whole night. I stand there remembering, toilets, the smell of our secret garden, pictures, the first sight of rock music, soda coins, the taste of coke in your mouth, laughter, clouds, the song from birds and the color of the sky. Remembering memories we made and had.
I walk the old path, dirty and beautiful, the path from my childhood, through the big and dark forest. Climbing the tree they cut down, sitting there reading until faeries fly me away, down into my bed. Waiting for the sweet moment you had in store for me. Reading old notes from a back pocket.
I sit alone with flowers in my hair, watching the view, watching. Then I close my eyes. I feel the cold hard stone under me, I feel the marks of peoples hopes and dreams carved into the bench. "We fight until we die", "we are so fairytale it makes people sick", I love him", "I love her", for ever this for ever that, words that will disappear. I bring back old friends. I drink and make amends. With myself and everyone I know.
Then I will dance, all alone in the pouring rain, but everywhere I turn, still, people stare at me. I move, to dance all alone in my basement, but it's so cold in my basement, my skin feels so bad. Like a drowned American highway that constantly has to bear the weight of other people. Sour rain tearing me down.
I play my guitar in my room or my piano at the attic. I play by all heart and means, but I can't get the tunes that are in my head, down to my fingers. I post pictures on my wall, that I know I will tear down. I do things I never would have. I sit in that meadow with him. My fingers caressing his veins. His heart and his sins. I think of electric shocks. Then I run, until I can't feel the highway on my skin.
I see the sunset and the moon. I touch all the walls and I walk across all the bridges that we have made. Under the bridge there is water, and sad memories. The sand by the shore is made of old lovers diaries. Out in the sea sits a curly haired boy, playing the tunes in my head. Because when I am sad, he comes to me."

"Where do you go when you're happy?"
"I stay there..."

Ord eller handling

"Å avgjøre om livet er verdt eller ikke verdt å leve, det er å svare på filosofiens fundamentale spørsmål."

- Albert Camus

Somewhere in space, this may all be happening right now

Danse i kjelleren

Gå inn døren.
Alene.
Lage kaffe.
Ned i kjelleren.
Sett på Crystal Castles.
Høyt, høyt, høyt!
Av Med lysene.
Dans.

Krøllt sammen inntil veggen for varme...

Dyne
Teppe
T-shorte
Sokker
Flisdress
Ullundertøy

Og de fokkings ventilene va åpne heile tiden...

I've been so blind

Johan Harstad

ka va det igjen

minnene ser eg gjennom vinduer med pudder på

han satt bare der

han spiste bare der

musikk fra Kenya og han va bare der

rett foran meg va det vesen; Yasmin

hu satt der

hu spiste der

sauebrusk og hu satt der med mørke øyne

då me skiltes sa eg ha det bra

og me sang

og me sang

mannen smilte, gjekk forbi og me sang

takk for i kveld. snart e alt dette forbi. glømt. Fortrengt.

Bombesikkert

Uten en tråd

Happy birthday to you

I forgot you this year too

But maybe next year

I'll create more fear

22 minutes late

But I still mean it:
Happy Birthday ATA!

hugs and kisses
ln

venter på det ekte jubileumsinnlegget.
hya, det kommer, det kommer.
Bare vent!!

Av jord er du komen. Til jord skal du verta. Av jord skal du aldri stå opp.

Ei god forteljing.

Som musikken

Som ein gammal ven

Som luft

Han har alltid vore der

Ingen tårer

Kvar er kjenslene?

Når kjem sorga?

Ein dag snart ligg me alle i jorda

Eg gler meg

Quotation

"Hallo, fisker har dritsvære pupper under skinnet altså, de har naturlig BH'er under der..."
"Hm, ja eg har alltid trodd d eg å!"

Snijeg

Chasing cornflakes in november

first snow today
and the first really really cold day
standing with
friend or foe in black shoes
he won't tell, he won't even say

our lack of words perplexes me
a penny for your thoughts
like a summer breeze when it snows
you know, odd in a good way
can't stop looking at your,
pale blue eyes

we jump over black holes with rain in
we ¤&/%¤¤##¤%/&())(/&%¤%()/&
we paint rainbows in the dark
and drink tea until midnight
we make it so easy when it should be so hard
we fuck around with other people
and all I can think of while doing this is

you touch me when my skin spells
"he was here last winter"
and do all the things I hate
I hate the sun shining
it allways shines when I'm around you
I need my freedom too you know
but I would give
a penny for you

Haha fucker

Aaaarrg..

I know what you did last summer.

underneath you just a

pt. 2
pop the glock - uffie

Oh, you know nothing!

pt. 1
Still take you home - arctic monkeys

hey, you've been used!

fuck me up

and walk away

and leave me thinking

about you

De som ikke gråter

Dere er de tøffe jentene
- De som ikke gråter
Dere er de vakre jentene
- De som alle snur seg etter
Dere er de flinke jentene
- De som klarer alt uten egentlig å bry seg
Dere er de jentene som ingen fortjener

Likevel tror jeg dere gråter når andre ikke ser

Rain, smoke and music

stop putting dreams in my head

Blindvei

Eg e så forelska

Pressure

Eg drømte at eg drømte at eg blogga. Når eg våkna imorges ville eg blogga d same som eg drømte at eg drømte at eg hadde blogga, men eg huske d ikje. Så eg blogga dette her istedet, så nå har eg vertfall blogga någe.

In my panties

Ihadalotonm
ymindyester
daywhocame
upwiththisid
eaaboutstra
ngersinpara
diseanyway?

Lets play In my panties
It always makes me laugh...

Baby's got the bends

Barn av regnbuen

Jeg ser meg selv springe over regnbuen

Fram og tilbake fra farge til enda en farge

De skifter hele tiden, jeg klarer ikke å bestemme meg

For hvilken jeg liker best

Jeg prøver å bli fargeløs, springe bort fra fargene

Veggene stopper meg, kantene har vegger

Veggene har farger og jeg kommer meg ikke løs

It was good what we did last night

To Someone

I know that I have no right to ask you
So I will not
But I still wonder
Who could hurt you so?
Who broke your heart?

Men ikke si det til noen

Jeg er gal

Hodet mitt er en økologisk stoffpose

Og jeg er gal

Hun er gal

Du kjenner henne, hun som smiler hver dag

Hun sier hun er gal

Men hysj!

Ikke si det til noen

Hun vil ikke at så mange skal vite det

Orgorm

Plate fem ville jeg spille en kveld jeg var alene i rommet med Orgorm. Dessverre var platecoverets brødtekst revet av. Orgorm tok fatt i mine spinkle overarmer og kastet meg i bakken. "Vis meg den! Vis meg platen!" Men jeg kunne ikke finne den. Jeg kunne ikke fatte det. Orgorm var blitt til en knust colaboks som lå veltet på gulvet.

Den også har den ekle fargen, kildene har bare den ekle fargen... Men hva skal jeg gjøre med den ekle fargen? Ingenting.

A song from long ago, Violets mum

Pictures from the past
An inspiration to the future

for you

You can trust me

I'm no criminal

BUT I'D KILL MY MOTHER TO BE WITH YOU

...

and we'll stroll to the edge of the world...

Verden ved dine føtter

Utsikter kalle liksom fram kjærlighetssorgen. Alle lysene og alle historiene og menneskene som du ikkje bryr deg om, som elske deg...

Rabbit in your headlights

Among stars

Sitting in the rain
Under three umbrellas, in the rain
watching the sky
filled up with lights
of a thousand stars

Raindrops, crashing like a train
light from an old lighter
smoke
smoke me up
cold, holds us together
popsickle toes and fingers
popsickle hearts

Speak softly
and remember summer, fall, winter, spring
remember fields of gold
and a number
speak softly to these cold,
cold hearts

Sitting in the rain
and you caugh and we laugh
we remember

You, Him, Me, Her

Holds us together
apart
and forever
us, that love once tore appart

Skinholy, goldholy...

© ATA

Et hav av sorger

I går var jeg i Moss

Der møtte jeg på en lokkemann

Han lokket meg

Ga meg snop

Ga meg kjærlighet

på pinne

for meg

når jeg føler dere rundt meg

ser jeg alle detaljene

på en måte:

solen blir blå, lenger borte

og jeg vil krype under og ha denne følelsen for alltid

bli liggende og kjenne magen

skjære

seg

av å tenke

Skrivefeil

Jeg satt og tenkte
litt over ting og tang,
så slo det meg
jeg blogger
ikke fordi jeg har så mange skrivefeil
jeg blogger
ikke fordi rommet mitt lukter maling
jeg blogger
fordi vi alle sniffer smørterøl
når vi drømmer

Herre banan å alle di der ...?

Violet

Gratulerer med dagen, Israel!

Finn én feil

You can choose between me or the eggs

Besøke hjemmene - Lea

Så var det en perfekt fredag, og vi skulle besøke hjemmene. Lea sitt hus ble det, og til Forus det bar. Av ved Gausel sentrum, og en tur gjennom suburban-Forus viste oss hvordan Lea sin virkelighet var. Fremme i et hvitt rekkehus, for øvrig bare noen få nummer bortenfor Susanne sitt andre hjem, ble vi møtt av en luftig atmosfære. Inne i huset var det høyt under taket og smil og latter fra søsteren Meli og hennes venner traff oss rett i hjertet. Vi laget vafler av egg, melk, sukker, mel og smør. Visstnok tyske vafler. Mette ble vi, veldig mette, så turen gikk til Leas rom. Å, hvilket syn: ---"N"3o*T**f*o#u#n#d--- Hele massen av vafler i våre mager gjorde at vi måtte legge oss ned for å slappe av. Ellen og Susanne med hodet inn mot veggen, og Frida med føttene fint plassert rett ved hodet til Susanne. Vi hadde lagt oss i Leas seng, hvilket var en selvfølge for Lea med høflige utenlandske gener. Hun valgte seg en fin plass på gulvet. Nick Drake ble satt på, enten Pink Moon eller Five Leaves Left, og så sov vi. Det var godt.

Vi hadde øynene lukket en stund, vi er ikke helt sikre på hvor lenge, men da vi våknet var det en annen CD som spilte enn den som sto på da vi sovnet. Vi gikk og kjøpte noe, det var  Sørlandsis med sjokoladesmak. Veldig spennende for dem som var på besøk å få være med på en hverdagslig handletur på den lokale Kiwien, det frydet dem av  oss det gjaldt. Så måtte Ellen ta Den Grønne inn til byen, og the attic var incomplete, men fornøyde.

A.T.A.

Verden faller

Hanen galer

Vi reiser oss igjen

Ginger!

Virkelig, snart orke eg ikkje mer. 

Og faen heller, drit i om nesten kvert jævla innlegg på denne stygge inaktive bloggen har handla om The Attic. Me trenge det som aldri før. Alle burde hatt et eget loft. Det trenge ikkje å ver et loft ein gang! Borgerlønn i attics. Det hørres bra ut.

Hate å bruke dette:

And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to

Katter

176-671

Det e fakta. Kem e låsekspert? Kan man dirke opp ein lås med ein fliseklemme? Ja, nei, kanskje: Me trenge deg! Det e fakta:

The Attic is closed.

love

love

classic love, alright alright

classic love, let's do it all night

mi amor, open the door

mi amor, give me some more

jai elskr dai

do betyr alt for mai

Ich will dich jezt

Wir gehn zum fest

tu eres mi vida

y me llamo Frida

Cantar, cantar

Bailar, bailar

Toda la noche

En un coche

Suzz_me y Phrida