Like a family of little yellow gnomes, popping out of the decaying oak tree root.
Safely hidden in the fading autumn green leafs, reaching out for the eluding sun.
With yellow hats and casual collars, curiously sniffing the fresh chilly evening air.
Mycel safely connected to the root, signaling celebration their biodiversity flair.
I have not been able to find out what the name is these are, but they are beautiful still. Ha de Gött!
Sometimes feel like a shadow a fraud bleak reflection of the beautiful and bright against the wall but sometimes in the setting autumn sun the shadow is the center center of the stage
We all depend upon the sun, ha de Gött!
Song lyrics to the music of Queen’s “The great pretender”. Inspired by Hobbo and Out-of-the-cave blogs, click on the names to see their excellent blogs.
Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) pretending that I get things done (ooh no-o) my need is such I postpone to much I'm slow start that no-one can help Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) adrift with a list of to-do's (ooh no-o) I make the plan but to my real shame I just can't get things to move on Too real is the scene kicking cans down the road Too real is my tactics delaying stuff Oh, yes I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) just keep's putting things on hold (ooh no-o) I seem to be stuck, sat on my butt stalling my actions like a fine statuette Pretending that I can get things done Too real is the scene kicking cans down the road Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) just sitting around on my ass (ooh no-o) in my head you see a magical spree but I'm just wearing my sofa down procrastinating to see the truth Pretending I that can get things done
I hope I don’t offend any fans to the fantastic band Queen and the singer Freddie Mercury. As a band aid I also put up the official Freddie Mercury video from Youtube. The song is originally written by Buck Ram (1907 – 1991). Buck Ram was from Chicago, Illinois. Composer, band leader and also the Platters manager. Also the Platters recorded the Great Pretender. Ha de Gött!
A rainy day I will sort things postponed and neglected A rainy day I will get down to it long awaited A rainy day I will sort it all out structure and shape A rainy day I will let it all flow symphony of keys A rainy day I will bloody well will write that novel
But today sun is shining, ha de Gött!
Your brain, can be fantastic but also, a pain in in the ass The darkness can fall, and hit you, hard You can decide, but it is sometimes hard The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on Pray, it will be better soon. Hold tight God, will it be better soon. I must be My head, can be fantastic Every day, a pain in the ass The darkness will fall, and hit you hard Run for your life, run far The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
This song lyrics was written a year ago by my son, Edvin. Just a few weeks before he passed away. It’s a punk rock song where he also written music. It is only partially recorded as he wasn’t fully pleased with this song. Even so, I’ve decided to post it. This was his first attempt to write lyrics so he asked me what he should write about. I answered, try to explain how you see the world and I think this text bluntly expresses his struggle. He did record another song that you can find on Spotify (link). Ha de Gött!
after covid months of home working crowded tight together, no joking family sat down, had a voting daddy won, let's go boating out to the free, wide blue recharge energy, need this true now they sit leeward, close together caught by the harsh windy weather either way you choose you can win and, or loose
What if there were no name to places? All positioning was mathematically. Where do you live? Oh, I live at N58°, E11°.
Would all territorial wars end? Or would we just fight over squares.
What language would be? Or would we only communicate mathematically like computers. In ones and zeros, or hexadecimals.
How about our names? Just a series of numbers, date of birth and a serial number like our social security number. “Happy birthday dear 20210710-0001”.
If we only worked with numbers would all scores be settled?
Did you meet all your numbers? Yes, we had a large family dinner.
Marriage an addition, divorce a subtraction. Making children, multiplying. Would then giving birth be a division?
Genealogy just a matrix.
Sometimes my thoughts don’t add up, ha de Gött!
The little black and white grasshopper signed up, wanted to be a 'copper' to his dismay, all he got was a ticket had to go and see, the boring cricket
Hop on, hop off, ha de Gött!
Amusing, abusing, confusing, bruising, annoying
Words
Playful, syllables, contradictory, conflictory, homonyms
Words
Sharp, gentle, conflicting, peaceful, deceitful
Words
In head, in mouth, pen to paper, keyboard click, deleted
Words
Flow, pearling, block, knock, ……,
Words
Soothing, eluding, exploding, eroding, concluding
Words
Foreign, slang, academic, bureaucratic, dramatic
Words
Congregate, segregate, vindicate, mate, elaborate
Words
Cherish, embrace, think, say, write
This has been bugging my brain for some time and now I finally got it through the keyboard. I just love and hate words. Ha de Gött!
Sometimes life feels upside down
it’s hard to turn around
everything just flips and spins
Reflect
Look down to see the way up.
Took this yesterday evening when the water in the fjord was on its very best behavior. Ha de Gött!
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