a slave to the sound(Arnold Melleby, 05.18.2017)

please Mr. Messenger
please bring the words spoken
to you from my lips
to all the ones
left astray

please, Mr. Messenger
please give in to my prayers
and get the message
all the way through
to make them stay

a slave to the sound
of a man
that no longer walks the ground
is who I am
is who I´ve become
is who I´ll stay
until the end of time

angels come
but they never go
away
can´t you tell
they have no story
to sell
just white feathered wings
that never fly
away

please Mr. Messenger
please bring the words spoken
to you from my lips
to all the ones
left astray

please, Mr. Messenger
please give in to my prayers
and get the message
all the way through
to make them stay

a slave to the sound
of a man
that no longer walks the ground
is who I am
is who I´ve become
is who I´ll stay
until the end of time

a slave to the sound
of a man
that no longer walks the ground
is who I am
is who I´ve become
is who I´ll stay
until the end of time

-A tribute to Chris Cornell, 1964-2017

cadillac dreams(Arnold Melleby, 05.08.2017)

my mind says no
my pen says yes
creativeness is given a go
let´s see who cares

forgotten
but not forgiven
living in a world
where nothing
lives up to
what´s promised

give and take
take and give
a little less
is your gain

cadillac dreams
in a volvo reality
let´s see who survives
when push comes to shove

not all roses are red
and at some point
alive means ending up dead

cadillac dreams
where nothings as it seems
unless you deserve it
unless you crave it
cadillac dreams
can end up in the drain
if the gutter`s too close
cadillac dreams
aren`t for all

no, no, no
cadillac dreams
aren´t for all

dream on

roots and bones(Arnold Melleby, 05.08.2017)

a flower is born
a vane is torn
ages
shut down at the blink of an eye
unseen
but felt by us all

the fire´s burning
because it was lit
if it dies
would it matter
we´ll yearn
as long as there are matches
and something to burn

catch another breath
speak another line
have another piece of meat
leave another trace
until it hits you in the face

where did all that matters go
when did dreams stop turning into reality
where did it all go

roots
stick deeper
than bones
above the ground

times alone
led to times together
for both of us
rivers fled into an ocean
we both claimed as our own
where love was given birth

roots
stick deeper
than bones
above the ground

roots
stick deeper
than bones
above the ground

roots and bones
let´s live on
forever