vondt i magen..

I have often told you stories about the way
I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand and sing you songs
And may be you would say
Come lay with me and love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune.

Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wondered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.

Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Yes, I can hear the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.

hva skjedde?

har brukt den siste timen ved lese gamle blogginnlegg.. hvorfor virker det som om jeg hadde så mye mer å blogge om før? nå orker jeg så vidt å tenke på bloggen... det er jo litt synd, at mine lesere skal bli straffet for min latskap? hoho

ellers så skal jeg levere en mattemappe om tre timer, jeg er ikke helt ferdig.. men jeg tror jeg sier meg ferdig snart... dette her er veldig slitsomt.. :(