abandoned and deserted

on an island far away

i tried so hard

i flirted

but i could never have my way

now here i am

outskirted

like the snow in the month of may

you tell me it´s my own fault

´cause i´m way too desperate

we all reap what we sow, babe

what we give is what we get

but the fact that i´ve kept failing

makes me sad and so upset

coconuts grow on the palmtrees

so i guess i´ll feed on those

i´ll get honey from the wild bees

i´ll kill beasts to make my clothes

but i´ll never find my way back

to where the sweetest flower grows

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

October 25, 2008

You´ll have to imagine the electric guitars...