Escape from boredom

Hello, Death Hags.

Welcome to Findadeath.com.

So you want to know where this nonsense comes from?

I’ve been interested in death since I was a tyke. My mother recalls taking me to a funeral of a young family member when I was 3 years old. On their way to the grave site, I noticed the tent set up, and asked, “Mom, are we going to the circus?” I suppose in a way, we were.

WTF? http://findadeath.com/

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, fallin` down
Love forever love is free
Let’s turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Feel-Good-Inc-lyrics-Gorillaz/E09E7339AAC138FB48256FDE000B5513

Remember, if your keyboard is changing language all the time, in other words changing from Norwegian letters to English – use ‘Alt + Shift (Left)’ to change it back!

The song sucks – but it’s very retro, and I remember it from High School. Guys singing with a pitch close to breaking glass. A fan site found here http://www.lockgen.com/damnyankees/

Can you take me high enough
Can you fly me over yesterday?
Can you take me high enough?
It’s never over and yesterday’s just a memory.

I was running
I was running for the door
Realizing now or never
I was running back for more
Oo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

First Kjettersk Kjeller

Bernt Rougthvedt og Terje Emberland snakker om
Lyst og lystmord i Weimar: Seksuelle ekstremister, seriemordere og stormtropper i tyvetallets Berlin.

…read more about it at http://www.kjetter.com, then straight on to Kafe Kaos where John’s Epic will perform http://www.cafekaos.no/program_050608.html

…my weekend has been packed with a lot of different music experiences. Yesterday started with Elin playing at Olaf Ryes Plass at Musikkens Dag in Oslo http://www.musikkfest.no/. Then we loaded the car and went straight to Skullerud Grendehus where Bondebabes performed http://www.bondebabes.com. But I had to admit that the best part, was yet to come: Rune Rudberg http://www.runerudberg.no. It was a real Hil-Billy party , a lot of liquor, beer, fighting – just as in the really old days – every other place than at Skullerud Grendehus where this is common as for today. It was real fun, and I’m glad that I have experienced it!

Sunday – PeTre Session with Sofian, Animal Alpha, Magnet and at last BigBang!! We had a really good time, meet friends and all – fun!

I’m sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

The latest single from Audioslave rocks so hard that I almost cries!! http://www.audioslave.com/

Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t gonna die
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock ‘n’ roll it will survive

From the first of September this year I will be starting as a consultant at Gravity Rock

Gravity Rock was founded January 1, 2000. We have focused on enterprise portals and integration services from day one. This experience has given us a level of expertise that is rare in this market, and has established Gravity Rock as one of the leading providers of portal and integration solutions in Northern Europe.

Time to try something new 🙂 http://www.gravityrock.com/

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

From the album “The Wall”