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?ystein sier:
????, no vil ? f?rra til Mexico
goggel – ?verstkommanderande B?lle sier:
det vil du ikkje

Oh yeah, it has begun. (Continued below)

Oh, I do, cause I’m the coastguard, hands up! You see, Janie’s got a gun. And she shot the DJ.
So she’ll need to sail away, sail away with me. By the way, the DJ had a bad day, so don’t take his picture, even if he’s dead…

We feel sorry for the DJ, don’t we? He didn’t live to have his midlife crisis… That’s most certainly not easy like sunday morning.
Because he’s dead, he can’t even run to the water. I can, especially since I’m on my way over the ocean with Janie, to meet my Bonnie. And the water is so cold out there, I think I’ll become all comfortably numb thinking about her… Wish you were here, I’d think. Wish I could fly you here in a rosa helikopter, as we say in norway, but its the money, money money… I’m just another brick in the wall, a poor, lonesome cowboy, with no money. I wish I hadn’t been born on the dark side of the moon.

Being away from my Bonnie makes me blue, all I can do while waiting is sing. Dabadi dabada. I must sing for absolution, to forget about tomorrow. Janie doesn’t like that I just sit there singing, she wants me to work. She says: «Why don’t you get a job?» She’s gotta have issues, why don’t SHE get a job, she’s just standing there, staring at the sun anyway. She claims to be watching the ship’s course to avoid hitting small islands and such, but thats bullshit, «cause the tide is high…

Our boat trip over the ocean developed into a personal fight. I suspect that In the end, the winner takes it all. And I’m gonna win. The mood has been very tense for quite some time now, and I have noticed that Janie loaded her gun again. Perhaps I have to kill her, I want to be the Survivor. It’s not going to be like the summer of 69, when I lost everything. I’d be crushed if I did it again. I’m not going to play with her heart, get lost in the game. No, this time she’ll be the one biting the dust. And don’t think I’ll keep THAT a secret. Broadcasting will be easy at radio gaga.

Ah, let it be. I don’t want to think about all of that right now.

Anyway, we’re almost in the Mexico gulf now, I can’t wait to see my Bonnie again. But I’ll find the time to stop for breakfast at Tiffany’s. You see, she Called on me to see how I was and invite me to eat with her. Man, I’m glad I’m not in the navy, yes, you can sail the seven seas, and yes, you can put your mind at ease, but you can’t stop for breakfast with friends. That’s an important reason to choose a uniform free life. And honestly, war – what is it good for? If I kill people, even at war, I’m no better than the man with the golden eye. No, I’d rather be in the Y.M.C.A. than at war, and that should tell you a lot about war. Cause it’s not fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It’s kind of ironic, «cause the Y.M.C.A. is your way to get in touch with God, but war is a stairway to heaven. A very FAST stairway, just like one of these new, electric ones. Almost like a fast elevator, a bullet in the blue sky. A locked elevator, that is, one that makes you stuck in a moment you can’t get out of.

Well, I gotta go, there is so much to do and so little time, I better surf on, perhaps in the USA, while I’m at my most beautiful, and not ugly like the man on the moon, an animal or an imitation of life.