Trying to be happy

Trying to be happy
Lørdag 12. Januar 2002, Hadsund.

part 1
I have not loved in a year
I have not made love in half a year
I have not been happy for at least a month
I’ve not been angry for a week
I have not been drinking for a day
forgotten your smiles to me
and when you said I love you
have’nt fooled around with other girls
But I smoked cigars for a while
And you have not been in
any kind of contact with me
All I ever were is depressed

And been drinking my life away
The end is near to quit our marriage
and return back into loneliness
Oh I try to be happy
though I’m sad and depressed
I belive that happyness is best

part 2
Oh, I signed the form
now our marriage is over
Such a clean dream (wonderfull dream)
Oh yeah, I’m your son dear God
I know I’m so wrong
Spend my time in prayers
I thought I did enough every day
Now I know I have failed
And in loneliness I have been jailed

But now I’ll take on the world with a smile
Like a pathetic hypocrite, just for a while
I guess I could walk a thousand miles
Suffering for all those whose smiles (I ripped off)
I just trying to be happy, cos’ I think it’s the best
better than walking ’round as depressed.

Tidens Tekster og lyrik

Tidens Tekster og lyrik
Onsdag 8. Januar 2002, Hadsund.

Tidens tekster og lyriske forviklinger
passer som hjælp om min lillefinger
jeg tog det til mig i tro, fra albuen af
drømte mig ned i deres huler af behag
Kærlighedsglæde og deprimerende ord
tro og had, håb og lykke, jeg drømte med
bare jeg var glad et stykke, og så afsted

Men nedfælde selv i svære stunder
det fik løgnelæber og andre munde
til at kigge forvirret og mene at ordet
var go’e og billige point der blev scor

Tidstypiske Tavshed, du kvalte min trang
til selv at komponere det perfekte digt
til selv at skrive den bedste sang
blot middelmådige forkerte sammenhænge
godt ond som en sygdom, du er svær at fortrænge

Dog ramt er jeg
Men smerten i lyrikken passer godt synes jeg
for resten af det, må jeg prøve at tilpasse mig