På tide med julesanger

I was staring out the window
The whole time he was talking to me
It was a filthy pane of glass
I couldn't get a clear view

As he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through

Pusekatten min, hører på techno, høy på E.

Jeg og meg

Til tider er jeg
så uenig med meg
at jeg helst burde vært schizofren
For det er ikke lett
å gå hver sin vei
hvis man rett og slett bare er én.

- Dag Evjenth