my favourite excuse
af pltunni musick.
 
she's my escape from papercliptic strain and deadlines -
a cocktail of defeats and soundwaves drowning disturbing headlines.
she is not a trick or a quick solution,
she's a soothing drink of sweet seduction.

she gives me strength to hang on,
on days when everything seems lost.
keeps me sane,
builds me up again.

she spreads through my system,
fuelling internal needs without all violence.
makes me feel less old,
turns death to life by filling silence.
she is not fiction or a quick solution,
she soothing bite of sweet salvation.

she gives me strength to hang on,
on days when everything seems lost.
keeps me sane,
builds me up again.

hn er mn upphalds afskun,
"allt gengur upp egar g hef ig".
hn er mn upphalds afskun,
"og etta eina sinn finnst mr ganga upp".