Povodom mojeg nadolazeceg 19. sloma, grlim se s Frydom (vidi prethodni flog). Ucinite sto treba da cujete to kako spada, Frydu za svojim pijaninom. CD se zove until Death Comes. Secretly Canadian je prosle godine reizdao i u siru distribuciju pustio album koji je ova mlada Svedjanka (djed joj je Finac, ako vam se prezime nije ucinilo svedskim) podarila svijetu 2005. godine. Mene je opcarala u Amsterdamskom Paradisu pocetkom prosinca.
N.Y.
Today the first snow went to see the ground
The white and innocent to watch and learn
In silent houses quiet christmas trees
Stand Sadly Wrapped in electricity
The smell of winter makes me sick for love
It brings back memories of another world
Streets full of strangers stories unheard
six hours back across the ocean
Calling me pretty names, New York
Flattering me way to much, New York
Romance is in the air, New York
I want to be a part of you, New York
For this kind of hunger there is no word
This kind of rage that doesn't know
how to make itself heard
A universe expanding out of hand
drawn towards its' hollow black surroundings
Sing me your final call, New York
No need to tease me more, New York
My heart ain't where I'm at, New York
I want to be a part of you, New York
Post je objavljen 20.01.2007. u 20:45 sati.