Saturday, September 30, 2017

the cat and the fiddle(Arnold Melleby, 09.30.2017)

it´s all about pleasing
virgin hormones
and spread some nightly disease
isn´t it

rid the glasses
and you´ll see nothing at all
apart from looking swell
this road is taking you to hell

the cat and the fiddle
seem so far away
these days
all I know
is that I wanna go back
some day

the neighbors Rottweiler
mistook his wiener for a wiener
and his wiener was no more
this year his hedge has no holes
and he has stopped running around his pool nude

well, he finally got his day in court
pleading innocent
to guilty
I caught the news as I woke
TV still on
from last night

my long hair
in my face
waking up in a daze
feeling like a stranger
in the place I call home

the cat and the fiddle
seem so far away
these days
all I know
is that I wanna go back
some day

spreading sunshine
to every one
with you smile
better shut up, though
your words will be your fall

the cat and the fiddle
seem so far away
these days
all I know
is that I wanna go back
some day

Highland Avenue
has never been further away






Sunday, September 24, 2017

no concern(Arnold Melleby, 09.24.2017)

I look in the mirror
but I do not like what I see
I wish I saw a little less
of what I feared before
what`s with the lines
anyway

to whom it may concern
it said on top of the document
which is also where my reading stopped

to bring the king back
there would have to be a queen
for him to love and behold
and the stars above
would all have to align

so, whatever happened to the echoe
heard in the tunnel we ran through
an echoe we created
and promised to never
fade away

to whom it may concern
it said on top of the document
I turned on the telly
and let it all slip away
to whom it may concern
turned out to be of no concern
at all

if we ran the world
they would all run
wouldn`t they
princes, princesses, ministers and presidents
would all become scavengers
and get the hell outta our way

to whom it may concern
it said on top of the document
I turned on the telly
and let it all slip away
to whom it may concern
turned out to be of no concern
at all

there`s a lonely princess sitting on a bench
outside the taj mahal










Saturday, September 23, 2017

bring food to the change(Arnold Melleby, 09.23.2017)

to wait and see
well, waiting
can make you go blind
meanwhile...

bring food to the change
bring food to the change
it`s all I`m asking
for now

hello, Mr. Barrister
please make me a cup of coffee
or was it Mr. Barista
you`re being sued
anyway

monday - humiliation
tuesday - suffocation
wednesday - condescension
thursday - is pathetic
by friday life has killed me

but as bad as it gets
I still tend to differ
`cause, I know you love me
just the way I love you
even if we`ve
never met

bring food to the change
bring food to the change
bring food to the change
to avoid another maternal journey
bring food to the change

is all I ask from you
for now

bring food to the change

4th verse by Morrissey




it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel if you smell like shit(Arnold Melleby, 09.23.2017)

she drove an El Ranchero
numero uno on a straight line
but mildly put challenging
when she hit the curves

stoned
beyond imagination
blown
out of proportion
until the El Ranchero was no more

lessons to be learned
there always are
as for her and the El Ranchero
you won`t know if you`ve created a path
if you don`t get there

it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit

I thank the heavens
for all the darkness
that pulled me through
to a kind of paradise
without you

the twincle in my eye
said goodbye
when the El Ranchero hit the wall
I got the call
but didn`t take it

you taught me to get high
every time you came on by
and you learned that I am much stronger
than you were told
you became the rock I could not Climb

tattooed in your brain
seeking refuge
you never found
the plumber from hell
never rang your bell

a soul full of deamons
still a voice of the ages
roaming through the ethers
concluding

it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit
it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit

a soul full of deamons
still a voice of the ages
roaming through the ethers
concluding

it doesn`t matter if you look like an angel
if you smell like shit

from the smoke coming from the fire
following the crash of the El Ranchero
she whispered to herself, as she was dying
hail me
world
























Tuesday, September 19, 2017

ravenous heart(Arnold Melleby, 09.19.2017)

there`ll come a day
when the end of forever
will come and visit you

there`ll come a day
when you don`t wanna cry
another tear

you`re sitting on my frenzy feast
and there`s a whole lot more
where that came from

please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
what it needs

a recycled soul
on a thunderous path
it hurts like hell
and it takes more than dreams
in the name promiscuousness
to ride it off

it`ll take a thousand years
to erase this debt
so goldmine
why don`t you start
diggin` for me instead

please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
what it needs

a recycled soul
on a thunderous path
it hurts like hell
and it takes more than dreams
in the name promiscuousness
to ride it off

it`ll take a thousand years
to erase this debt
so goldmine
why don`t you start
diggin` for me instead

please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
what it needs

please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
what it needs

please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
please feed
my ravenous heart
what it needs

give my ravenous heart
what it needs


Saturday, September 9, 2017

see you never(Arnold Melleby, 09.11.2017)


as time goes by
I still manage to sing the same line
over and over again
even if the chorus has changed
it hasn`t changed me
and the melody-line
will stay the same
forever

I rule my sky
all doubt must die
serve me a lie
and you`ll understand why

my blood`s thicker
than your wine
I feel more than you
you`re in need of glasses
to see what`s clear
to me
just give me another cloud
to hide behind
and I\ll be fine

to you
the sky`s the limit
to me
it`s where I start
I spend my time
between heaven and earth
it`s where I call my home
whenever you want to eliminate my absence
just look above into the sky

are you asking me
to walk on water
or just drink it
out of dehydration
I don`t know
when clouds rule the sky
just look above them

I want you to believe
every word I sing
a narrow path
an understanding
a friendly smile
before we wave goodbye
see you never

In honor of all the ones that died in the Twin Towers, NYC