Frost

Oktober tar farväl
med rosa morgnar
och svarta vykort

och jag går runt
och önskar
att jag kunde
hitta fram till
det allra fulaste rummet
i människan

och ställa en blomma för
sprickan i fönstret
måla över
sönderrivna tapeter
lägga en dröm
och en förhoppning
under huvudkudden

men världens kartor
visar bara var
skatter är nedgrävda.

Arbetarpoesi

We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars

Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win

I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head


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