In My Darkest Hour

In my hour of need
Ha you're not there
And though I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand

Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me

Did you ever think I got lonely
Did you ever think that I needed love
Did you ever think to stop thinking
You're the only one I'm thinking of...

You'll never know how hard I tried
To find space to satisfy you too

Things will be better when I'm dead and gone
Don't try to understand, knowing you I'm probably wrong

But oh I lived my life for you
Still you'd turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All these years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head your face your eyes
Tell me who think you are, who?

I walk, I walk alone
Into the promised land

There's a better place for me
But it's far, far away
Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I gotta die first,
Please god send me on my way

Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you
Alone, so alone, I'm lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain

Won't you hold me again
You just laughed, ha ha, bitch
My whole life is work built on the past
But the time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing passed away

In my darkest hour

/written by Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson of Megadeth, published on the 1988 album 'So Far.. So Good... So What!' as a reaction to the death and loss of Cliff Burton of Metallica.

I et tog på vej imod København

... d.17/1-2008

Her i det store kolde nord
Er noget i gære
Alt er ikke som det burde være
Der er trist og goldt
Gråt i stedet for hvidt og koldt

Alt er ikke ved det gamle
Imellem du og jeg, vi har stået lidt for længe i stampe
Været helt væk fra sporet
Og har ofte spurgt os selv, hvorfor vi gjorde, som vi gjorde

Et lys i mørket er dog tændt
En del er alligevel hændt
Det gamle er måske på vej tilbage
Igen kan jeg føle og se dig som min mage

/ufafsluttet...

Tanker 1

Oplevelser
Igennem ild og vand
Nye ting og steder
Sanseindtryk
Krop og sind
Ikke 2, men ét
Sammen
Hvad kunne have været bragt
Hvor mange ting ville have været sket og set
Følt, mærket, oplevet
Hvordan kan et nu forsvinde
Kvaler
Tanker spredt udover uanede arealer
Nogle ting dør, genopstår og ånder videre
Andre forsvinder uden lyd ind i intetheden
Blødende og kold, formørket, fanget i mindernes vold.

You want me to say who I am?

Life as we know it

1.

Betrayal
At the rue morgue
Reality hits you like a sledgehammer
A rusty knife in the back
Welcome to the new world's reality
Get it your way, or no way at all
Fuck me

2.

Gave it all
Disabled ways
Now my heart lay broken beneath the wall
And it won't be long until the rest of me follows...
... Look out for the impact
3 floors down

Cleaning out the fridge

Bread, whole grain pasta, tomatoes, red bell pepper, mushrooms, garlic, chilies, virgin olive oil, garlic spread cheese (organic of course) and grana padano...

New years eve 2007

Pictures of the dishes I made new years eve.

Norwegian lobster and monkfish on herbs

Chanterelle risotto

Foie gras de canard on quinua, served with red onion caramel

Lamb rack and filet of beef roasted with herbs, carrots prepared with maple syrup, Jerusalem artichoke and puree of lentils

Cake with chocolate and almond creme, vanilla parfait and caramelized apples and pears with orange and passion fruit