Perfectzione.

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I was reading an article about this 31 year old sweedish woman falling into a coma with a permanent brain damage cause the anesthesia of her operation went wrong. She and her fiancee had really good jobs, had been together for 13 years and was set to be married this summer. It was what she wanted for her wedding present. The doctors don`t think she`ll ever wake up.

The surgery was a boob-job.

Cant imagine the trauma of living the rest o your life without the person you loved because of a reason like that.
Her fiance stated he wanted to share his story in the papers as this warning to others & said the
Dont forget what you have,
If you already got a good life. Why`d you always need more?

It makes me sad really, this perfection focus on tha looks.

Lets all play guitars instead!

Here`s the article -->
http:/dagbladet.no/2010/11/18/nyheter/plastisk_kirurgi/14345433/ (sadly its in norwegian)

All o soul & all o love, overrated is control-*         

Though I wanna breathe all love

must admit I curse this worlds soul

of this perfecting perfection, more control

think you`ll care when you get old?

JEa, I wanna believe in compassion

let love be the biggest fashion

grace to me is running free

aint wearing a six-inch heel

Plastic in your body

barbed-wire in your brain

six-inches to deform your feet

and leave your self-esteem in pain

push your image up on show

state we are all perfect souls

worth`s from fit & beautiful

never gonna make me whole

boy, never gonna fill my soul

these glossy images to greet the world

are never gonna be my girls

think your created for being on show


worths from fit & beautiful

love life itself it can fill all your soul

Fuck giving your ears to superficial words

the kindness of your soul unwind thats what to be heard

all o love & all o soul

overrated is control

perfecting perfection more control

think you`ll care when you are old?

freaks me out orange faces

14year olds bumming out bout braces?

miserable in your life

cause you think you havent got it right

low self-esteem o no relief

cause you aint Kate or Agyness-skinny

well is this, is this what we`re s`posed to breathe?

what is this thinspiration

that seems to rule our nation

turning every little girl into a self-concius emo

fuck that shit and give me Beth Dito

cause whats your life like, do you feel free 


if all this shit is binding thee

all this pressure build on time

as a weight to break your spine

to lay misery down your line

happiness is hold in an easy life

in a dress to tight to breathe

or jumping rivers, running fields

feel the wind who touches thee

where`d you think you are most free

perfecting perfection more control

think you`ll care when you are old?

Have all o` love and have all o` soul

overrated is control

dis-funk just to let it flow

dis-punk just to let it go

kickstart, hit and sell your soul

overrated is control

people,

together here we can grant love

upon the pillars of our soul

I wanna breathe a love & breathe a flow

overrated is control

©Wet mouth Poetry

So fuck the thinspiration

it aint made to rule no nation cause, 
everyone have insecurities honey
rejection always hurt
but you contribute to this pressure
that determines what your worth

your plugging of perfecting perfection, thinner
puts it onto other boys&girls

Poem ! / Angelic Fruitcake .-*

I started writing this poem in one of my choir conducting lessons in high school.
cause it was a godamn boring lesson. Jee, four years ago now. 

Anyway. Its one of the first things I wrote as a this kind`a poem and I used it as lyrics for the first song I wrote when quit the paino & started out playing bass. Put it on my demo for when I applied to, whey, the Liverpool Institute of Performing Arts, where Im at now, studying music as well. 

Poem !

                                                      Girls gonna find her a young punk

One that will say hey without being drunk

A black-haired bastard crammed, bursting with attitude

One in love with the world, people and solitude

Girls gonna find one with funk in his veins

One boy that all of her strangeness drains

A tattooed mohawk freak of a boyfriend to be

One that loves both her peaches and can shake her tree

She's much to young for a marriage to start so all o her lovers go tear at her hart

O much to young for a marriage to start so tear right and left tear it nearly apart

Doesn't matter what she's seeing in you, so much more important to not make her blue

Yes my boy if you do want her love then you tear at her with every piece o thy soul

She is an angelic fruitcake

A mental earthquake

So drive her high or drain her down

she`ll go for another round

Well, all o soul is all of love

nothing more then soul to make you loose control

Nervous no, come on lets go

She`ll go she`ll go she`ll go go go

For her to live a life, that's not empty but ripe

Its all a matter o to be or to not

So realize the moment is all that you got

She is the angelic fruitcake

A mental earthquake

So drive her high or drain her down

attitude is all around

She`ll go for another round

Bridge:

For little girls, like she or me

All you want is to climb in life's apple tree

So little girl like she or me

Go out, go climb in thy apple tree.-*

hahahaha 

http://soundcloud.com/mouth_music/poem-when-i-was-19-quit-the

Love-potions-rhyme.-*

Kodiak Tune, you can watch it here, a few minutes into the video, very first song on --->

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nc9BqGhyfG0







LOVE-POTIONS-RHYME © Kodiak

Chime with the cello – to my beat of heart


It was a chainsaw that killed my wolverine
my precious child runnin out of a childish-stream
another torn and born from the love-machine
to the beat of my heart, lo- e-a-ove

and there are worms crawling out of your spinal cracks
as you wake up shock up heart attack
from that moment I chose to turn my back
to the beat of my heart, eh a oh

Chorus:
I crack my skull up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood to forget all about
human devotion


And out of a boiling fire-flame
stepped a barbed-wire girl with a chain-sawed brain
o cuttin through all your veins and strain
to the beat of my heart lo-e-a-ove

and as you weep for your murdered wolverine
you wake up shock up lock up scream
unable to separate day or dream
to the beat of my heart eh a oh

chorus...

Bridge:
a little fire-starter
tries to hit me harder
into my dream
I scream

into my heart
the bitter part
love shock
I drop

I crack my skull
up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood 
to forget all about
human devotion.-* 

Lips & fangs.-* & White light...

Lyrics & Poetry by Wet mouth ©

To be recorded in the year of 2011. (small update, it has --> Listn.to/Wetmouth  )

lips & fangs, some lyrics & poetry. In the honor of Esra that let me use her image, as she pointed this out as her favorite & my amaz. mother that recently turned 50; "White light scattered over the sea" to start;

Its act. a song. It was written in the summer before I moved to England, a summer I did`nt really do much but work at the old folks home everyday and bike back to the home where I grew up at night with either Jeff Buckley or The end by the Doors. 

My mom picked me up one night after work and we went for a night bath at a lake near by. As we drove home the sun set over the lake and scattered a white light over it. I was listening to Reena by Sonic youth & had my feet out of the window of the car.
I have never felt as fulfilled.    

WHITE LIGHT SCATTERED OVER THE SEA.-*

I remember the summer, put my feet out of the window the car

driving with my mother, never thought we`d get that far

and the lake was on fire, white light scattered over the sea

dirt of the road whirled higher,

as the wheels turned it up to me

I remember the water, black and blue like a swimming-pool

boy seduced by her daughter, talk to her like an ignorant fool

warm wind as blow-drying air, pulling on your hair to sooth

and I was lost in the moment, with the water to keep you cool

Chorus:

pump your heart up with fire

Pump your body up with energy

light the flame dull, flame of desire

light up your soul with electricity

Hot summer heat like fire

warmth hits from high and low

warm winds that take you higher

breathing from your bones

White light inflames the sky

as summer heat it burns

freedom takes you higher

as the wheels they turn

Chorus:

pump your heart up with fire

Pump your body up with energy

light the flame dull, flame of desire

light up your soul with electricity 

I remember the summer, had my feet out the window of the car

driving with my mother, never thought we`d get that far

and the lake was on fire, white light scattered over the sea

and I could finally remember,

how it really feels to be free...