bjoernalexander Bjørn Alexander Gøtzsche Lange, Copenhagen, Denmark
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What's So Great About Tomorrow Anyway?
Call me up tomorrow, I won't be there
I will be gone
Pick your phone, I don't answer to you anymore
Yeah, I will be gone
And I don't even care what you care for now, what you've got in there
Cause you're still so gone
So, what's so great about tomorrow anyway?
I still feel like shit today and there's noone out there
Heaven can wait
And what's today? It doesn't matter what you say
I'll still feel like shit and wait
But there's nothing out there
Heaven can't wait
Don't fall in love tomorrow, don't come and have me
You could've had it all
Picked me apart, sucked the marrow from around my heart
But tomorrow's gone
And I don't even care what you care for now, what you've got in there
Cause you're still so gone
So, what's so great about tomorrow anyway?
I still feel like shit today and there's noone out there
Heaven can wait
And what's today? It doesn't matter what you say
I'll still feel like shit and wait
But there's nothing out there
Heaven can't wait
When You Were My Daughter
When you were my daughter and I was your father
And I was your mother we let go
When you were my daughter, I was your father and your mother
What have we come to?
If I see your father, I'll see your mother
And carry their daughter with me
Just stay with your brother
And carry your mother and your father with you always
If I don't any better now, and you don't feel any better
How can we ever feel any better when this town has got the best of me
So run down
It's a vasectomy to the heart
You're Not The One I'm Dreaming Of
Sitting in your windowpane, forgot myself, forgot your name
It's over now, as morning comes
I realize we're not the ones I thought we were in smoky bars or on the hazy boulevards
It's skin on skin but it's not love
You're not the one I'm dreaming of
Have to leave before you wake, be walking home – the walk of shame
I know it's sad, but it's okay: You'd never like me anyway
Unless we go to smoky bars and drink until we get a car to take us home to pull-out fucks
You're not the one I'm dreaming of
I only wish I'd feel a change but it's not worse or better, it's all the same
I'd rather sleep with you than sleep alone, but please don't call me on the phone
So it's not to say that I regret the way you look or how you taste
Your hair smells nice, your hands are soft
But you're not the one I'm dreaming of
Shutter
If I were a shutter
If I were a shutter for the summer
I wouldn't close my eye, I wouldn't fall asleep
I would take in your light, I would take an image of you
For us two
For us to keep
...for us to hold on to
Something for us to hold on to
If I were your lover
If you were my cover for the summer
I wouldn't fantazise, I wouldn't fall asleep
I would go freeze the time that I took that picture of you
For us two, for us to keep
Promises I Can't Keep
It seems
I have lived in silence for weeks
I make promises that I can't keep
In dreams
You have whispered to me in my sleep
We've been pushing daisies, not pulling weeds
It feels like spitting in your mouth to quench your thirst
Like skipping ropes or stones to reimburse the times you've spent in your windowpane to feel
Not so young and not so out of leagues
Not so real
@annaname: så manne tak! og njaeh, ikke endnu. det er skolearbejde
@p d: sure! please email me at flagwhitemusic@gmail.com and we'll work something out
æj, charlie, kan du se den nu? storetrommen er en dør