Thursday, June 25, 2020

karmageddon(Arnold Melleby, 06.26.2020)

your eyes
have lost the spark
that once and always
gave life a chance to live

mother earth
what took you so long
to understand
we were not worthy

mother earth
you gave us eyes
to watch the beauty
in abundance all around us

what we were once given
we threw away on endless greed
love at first sight
in the end endless grief

karmageddon
karmageddon
karmageddon
in your face
karmageddon
once and forever more

mother earth
what the fuck
are we going to do now

music will live on
art will survive
no siree bob
no one will be around to listen
no one will be around to see

mother earth
lost and bewildered
we all find ourselves
these times
of unreality

karmageddon
karmageddon
karmageddon
in your face
karmageddon
once and forever more

karmageddon
karmageddon
karmageddon
in your face
karmageddon
once and forever more

mother earth
I keep calling
your silence speaks louder
than any words
spoken by mankind

karmageddon




Sunday, June 14, 2020

no mention of the prawns(Arnold Melleby, 06.15.20)

I criss cross the room
in order to find the pen
that I need to write the words
that hopefully
will find its way
in the verses below
I`m excited
hopefully
you are
as well

a late night dinner
a late night conversation
things that never happened
for sure didn`t happen
tonight either

the table
where it took place
was round
but perhaps
not round enough
some of us
are still into
what goes on
on top of the table
and not beneath it
words were spoken
and feet were broken
go figure

so you left
so you left
so you left
no mention of the prawns
I served on your dinner plate
could it be that it is me you hate

in my back yard I found a rope
next to my beloved oak
my oak of the ages
500 years to stand tall
500 years to die
and your miserable rope
an ugly one, as well
the rope that is

there was a scent
left behind
in the rooms
of my home
I noticed the presence
as I regained control
room by room
keys remade

so you left
so you left
so you left
no mention of the prawns
I served on your dinner plate
could it be that it is me you hate

so you left
so you left
so you left
no mention of the prawns
I served on your dinner plate
could it be that it is me you hate









Saturday, June 6, 2020

I'll be waiting(Arnold Melleby, 06.07.2020)


how do you like it so far
do you realize
that step one
is too close to step too far
is the wind
blowing
in the wrong direction

a heavy sky
is trying to say goodbye
while you`re playing busy
with the miserable ones

there was a cat playing
in the neighbourhood
where all your games
originated from

a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul

can I call call you
can I leave a message
`cause I know you won`t answer
when I dial your number

a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul

a heavy sky
is trying to say goodbye
while you`re playing busy
with the miserable ones

a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul

can I call call you
can I leave a message
`cause I know you won`t answer
when I dial your number

a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul
a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul
a place to rest your head
a place to rest your soul

I`ll be waiting