Stop all the förbannade clocks, cut off the jävla telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message Tfika Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
Torsdagsfikat was my fucking North, my fucking South, my fucking East and West, My fucking working week and my fucking Sunday rest, My fucking noon, my fucking midnight, my fucking talk, my fucking song; I thought that ♥ love ♥ would last for ever; I was fucking wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good.
"THE EATLES" Eat Less drink more Tea?
SvaraRaderamycket bra
SvaraRadera/tobbe
Jag tänker i detta nu bara på det vackra svarta poetiska ifrån filmen 4 bröllhopp å en begravning, en extremt passande strof.
SvaraRaderaHör det ringa inom mig. Om å om igen.
Med blöta ögon.
Torsdagsfikan är död... LÄNGE LEVE TORSDAGSFIKAN!
SvaraRaderaStop all the förbannade clocks, cut off the jävla telephone,
SvaraRaderaPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message Tfika Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
Torsdagsfikat was my fucking North, my fucking South, my fucking East and West,
My fucking working week and my fucking Sunday rest,
My fucking noon, my fucking midnight, my fucking talk, my fucking song;
I thought that ♥ love ♥ would last for ever;
I was fucking wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Piss å helvetes Jävla skit :(
Länge leve Torsdagsfika <3
Är detta sant alltså? Inga giftasplaner, landsflykter eller annat hemligt? I sann torsdagsanda undrar man om ju om det
SvaraRaderafikas efter något annat...
De är tungt... Torsdagskvällen blev härmed ett svart hål
SvaraRaderaTycker riktigt synd om dom som aldrig var där
SvaraRadera