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The days are still freaking me out since I am enjoying too much the visits of friends. The jungle seems to have no ending ... never sleeps.

Yesterdays crazy 25th of the month brought some additional excitement: sunshine, Waldschrat's visit in the library (around 17 o'clock), loss of the entrance survival thing, frustration, aggression and swimming - against the flow to finish the work; and then the metal-gothic concert of MYRA in Gamla Bageriet/Frösön. The freshly founded band (2005) with six young people that are probably between 17 and 20 years old, have composed pieces with elements of classic rock, hardcore, phantasy and speed metal parts underlined with a voice similar to "Sisters of Mercy". I found yesterday a listening sample in the web - but it disappeared. What a pity! I did not take the chance to ask for a CD - but they are around ;)

[I like very much the three rays from the top ;)]

It is enormously strange to observe one owns emotions when the atmosphere between people and work is in tentions - and how effectively music can solve the problem.

Let us sing!

"... we all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine ..."

Comments

  1. Anonymous8 February 2006 at 17:18

    Picture yourself in a boat on a river
    with tangerine trees and
    marmelade skies.....
    somebody calls you
    you answer quite slowly
    a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.....

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  2. Yvonne15 April 2007 at 14:59

    the truth falls deep - but leaves its echo even louder.

    ReplyDelete

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