the devil`s in the blues(Arnold Melleby, 02.23.2025)

hey, hey, hey

are we going on yet another journey

are we going to ravish yet another nest

hell yeah

this is the way to live 

for a man who knows nothing 

nothing but the lonely road

I`ll saddle up my pack of deamons

they always seem to agree

as I light up my first

as I watch the darkness

leave at last

the morning`s on my way

the devil`s in the blues

of a lonely highwayman

follow his trail

and you may get lost

get lost

and you may find his trail

smoke the weed 

growing along the milemarkers

get high before you reach any mountain ahead

trust the long-haulers giving you the space

to get on by between the lanes

flashing their lights

when it`s safe to pull up in front

the journey is in the journey itself

reaching the goal, the destination

is not of the essence at all

as the journey itself is the goal

a honky tonk angel is on the way

make room for a rebel yell

the devil`s in the blues

of a lonely highwayman

follow his trail

and you may get lost

get lost

and you may find his trail

the devil`s in the blues

of a lonely highwayman

follow his trail

and you may get lost

get lost

and you may find his trail

I got out, to get in(Arnold Melleby, 02.22.2025)

I always rode on

roads less traveled

to meet the likes of someone

like you

I always prefered

to stare at the moon 

rather than into

the blue eyes of the likes of someone like you

I got out

to get in

just to see your face again

the morning came

I found my horse

and rode along

the ancient trails

my forefathers rode for me

along with my foremothers 

feeling at home

no matter how foreign the landscape may be

anyhow

I got out

to get in

just to see your face again

I had it all in the palm of my hand

but I got out

to get in

just to see your face again

hands are given

hands are taken

luck is brought

luck is taken

justice rules

and justice is 

blindfolded

by the hands of others   

I got out

to get in

just to see your face again

I had it all in the palm of my hand

but I got out

to get in

just to see your face again

love never took a longer road

to make her ends meet

but here we are

and by the way

do you feel

enough

to stay

I got out

to get in

regardlessly(Arnold Melleby, 02.21.2025)

 

a wild child from birth

had a hard time

to find the rhythm

to find the beat

to find the groove

couldn`t follow the white rabbitt

if your life depended on it

the tempest aleste

flew by you

just like the bullets 

hitting someone else

regardlessly

giving

for the sake of receiving

is the moral of love

but in a mirror

it`s an ultimate sin

the undertaker

geared up in overdrive

going forward 

in the opposite lane

consuming your headlights

regardlessly

with or without

any gods hailed by humanity

you`ll still bleed to death

regardlessly

if it hits you

where it really hurts

won`t you

regardlessly

peppermint dreams(Arnold Melleby, 02.14.2025)

 

headlights on

driving on roads

never driven before

as the cigarette in the ashtray

embers on

I`m not making any turns tonight

gotta go all the way

I gotta

go all the way

my drowsy head

between passing cars and trucks

headlights and taillights

eyes drying out

will I make it or not

before sunrise

only the darkness can tell

drifting in and out

of peppermint dreams

drifting in and out

as the tank nears emptiness

it`s time to fuel the soul as well

gobbling on 

whatever`s wrapped in plastic

even the devil can tell

what`s good or bad

back in my choice of ride

the road is still open wide

swallowing the miles

like a killer whale on the prowl

making waves on the tarmac

in the wake you cannot hide

drifting in and out

of peppermint dreams

drifting in and out

of peppermint dreams

will I get there

or will I doom

come sunset

come to me

drifting in and out

of peppermint dreams

drifting in and out

of peppermint dreams

will I get there

or will I doom

come sunset

come to me

the roses won`t bloom early this year(Arnold Melleby, 02.13.2025)

mother earth

mother you

oh, mother

how much 

do you have to

endure

seasons come

seasons go

the leaves 

keep falling

giving life

the year after

but there`s a feeling

something different

rules the voices 

of the birds, trees and landscape

there`s a feeling

of unease 

in the air

 the roses won`t bloom early this year