miðvikudagur, febrúar 15, 2006

The Fjalar's Memorial Home

"da da da da da dadadada da da dadadadada da da da
da da da da"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hann er að koma! Ecce homo! hann kemur!

take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
and build them a home a little place of their own
the fletcher memorial
home for incurable tyrants and kings
and they can appear to themselves every day
on closed circuit t.v.
to make sure they're still real
it's the only connection they feel

Jaaa - Dííí bugati! jang ting fatú! níh níh níh jáúúú!!!
Minn er ekki ritfær... meira kemur síðar.
Ég hef ekki sagt mitt siðasta orð um 12. júní.
- - -
If you should go skating
on the thin ice of modern life
draggin behind you the silent reproach of a million tear stained eyes.

Minn verður á staðnum -með rakaðar augabrúnir og allt!

Don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days
- - - -
What shall we use to fill the empty
Spaces where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How shall I complete the wall
should we shout should we scream
"what happened to the post war dream?"
oh maggie, maggie what have we done?

- - -
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away? (echo echo)


Blogger BbulgroZ said...


11:06 e.h.  
Blogger Fjalar said...

Já, Roger Waters

1:09 f.h.  
Blogger Refsarinn said...

Raka augnabrúnirnar góð hugmynd það!

1:48 e.h.  
Anonymous Nafnlaus said...

that's a nice poem, there, matey. i liked the lines about maggie especially.

6:05 f.h.  

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