Few can pronounce it Unless Scandinavian. The r's are all rolling, And the letters all sound... More or less not as In English. Just let it go, it's a 'twister, I know.
My names are all old-norse, Not modern Norwegian. (Viking-speak sounded More close to Icelandic). Sverre means "spin like an arrow", Expression for being untamed; un- Controllable; wild-man. G is for Guttorm: "Where Gods Seek Shelter"; a fortress for those One thought needed one least. Holter means "edge of the woods"; The end of the forest (or where it Begins).
The Wildman Where the Gods Seek Shelter at the Edge of the Woods.
My friends call me Sverre. It is a name I've shared with Swordbearing kings. I am equally proud When addressed.
Medication is our only Sedation Exchanging sadness for nothing I'm sorry Therapist, but little Johnny isn't insane Its a societal disease spreading like a plague Look into those deep blue eyes question the emptiness he holds behind the eyelids was there ever a light for him to see Or has the light been smothered by Greed, savagery and propaganda. Medicate the young They will see the world as molded for them. Teach them to step in histories tracks And I promise you, The world will Rotate.
Gift wrapped, and colorful we come, to hide our, demons, within, the ugly truth lies inside, behind the makeup, behind the lies, vanity, exposed, used, unfair, where oh where to begin? as hard as plastic, and as cold as ice, we the creatures of sin.
For the first time I couldn't see ***** water under our shining city lights. I kissed you in the site of where I made my first great mistake and found that nothing ever changes. How did you make me forget those seven months without you?
For the first time in a long time, you spoke to me without her in the back of your throat. You made me seek comfort in the frigid grass where our friends once stood.
For the first time I wanted to remember you in the dark formations of frostbite. Your love is the pink, needle stabbed skin of hypothermia and I will never forgive myself for wanting to freeze.
For the first time in a long time, I thought I had truly won since you showed me the pain of losing. I let you feed me three word lies in cold smoke and twirl me across the concrete. I let you try and cushion the blow of broken bones. Failure, I’m sure, you never saw in splattered marrow.
This was the last time you let me love you and this is all that’s left of it. I swear this is the last of it.
Lovers are fools. Words like "forever" and "always" Dance across their lips Hidden scribbles on notebook pages. Lovers are fools. Candles and rose petals Cloud a room full Of expectation and uncertainty. Lovers are fools. Blind, deaf, mute And shrouded in moonbeams, Unable to face the reality of the world.
Foolish lovers, Open your eyes For you will f a l l if you do not watch where you leap. Foolish lovers, How can you stop the time tables, Step off the life-carousel - Racing horses frozen in mid-air And twinkle-light music driven to utter silence? Foolish lovers, Teach me how to use my fragile love As an indestructible armor Against the lightening bolts and ice storms, Apocalypse and crop circle fears.
Lovers are fools. She loves me all up, So if being one with her means Being a **fool…