Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The real world.

I was thinkin about monkeys and tigers
and also other miracles
like seagulls, the wind and pebbles ...

And i really dont know
I like the woods
the mountains up north
deserted places.

I guess I lost something on the way
something important
I just cant figure out
what it is.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Angel

Things had been going slow at the Farm
The Farmers state og mind
were somewhere between misery and dispear
God was watching this from above
and he wept

He cried so much
that many places flooded
destruction was everywhere

After days of weeping and sobbing he started to think clearer
and the sun began to shine
and he send an Angel to the humans
The Angel went to the Farm
and he spoke to the Farmer

"I want your cd Now"
and the Farmer said
"Not possible"
and the Angel said
"Why?"
and the farmer said
"How?"
and the Angel said
"I can turn water into gold"
and the Farmer said
"Is that so?"
The Angel didnt say much more
he just did and walked away
and the Farmer started to believe
and God watched it all
and thought it was good

The great thing about this fine tale is, that it is the truth
and the CD and the EP will now finally come out.
It will be available around April.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Februar

Jamen lad os da bare en gang for alle
droppe februar
skal vi være helt ærlige
så er den spild af tid

Hvem går og glæder sig til februar
det har jeg aldrig hørt nogen sige
"bare det snart var februar"
nej vel

Lad os skille os af med lortet
eller i det mindste
koncentrere al global opvarmning
om lige netop den

Allerhelst ser jeg den helt uddød
lidt ligesom dronten
en underlig størrelse
en lille kluntet grim fugl uden vinger

Et af vorherres vådeskud
I overskud
selv er man i underskud
et vildskud

Som en af de der romaner
hvor forfatteren har lidt for god tid
og selvsmagende i begejstring over egen herlighed
gerne lader læseren vente en 100 siders tid
før han langsomt kommer til sagen

Februar du er ubrugelig
klam kold og ækel
du er meningsløs venten
et misfoster

du hænger mig langt ud af halsen

Du er min februar nummer 43
og du ligner dig selv
ligeså væmmelig som sidste år
hæmningsløst underdrejet tidsfordriv

Jeg anbefaler aflivning
ingen blomster på din grav
februar
bare ordet

Ingen gravsten til dig gøgeunge
men jeg kan da pisse din gravskrift i sneen
den kommer til at lyde sådan her

Februar
Godnat

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

På Staden

Var på Staden
den anden dag
bare fordi det var længe siden
bare for sikre mig at den lå der endnu

Vi gik på Månefiskeren
for det var bidende koldt
og vinden jog gennem marv og ben
og vi ville spise morgenmad
men køkkenet var lukket
så det blev bare lidt skidt kaffe fra glas

Ville have gået en tur
men Staden i januar er ikke for sjov
så vi vendte snuden mod byen
gennem Pusherstreet

Her kommer vi så til det
for her var alt forandret
og de små abelignende wannabe gangstas'
fylder det hele
og ser lidt farlige ud
sådan lidt hip Hop streetwise
sådan lidt hva' vil du her?
sådan lidt "jeg er lige kravlet ned fra mit træ
for at stå og spille smart med håndtegn og alt det der
der gør at jeg ligner en hjernedød spastisk lammet gorilla"

Jeg var glad da jeg vendte ryggen til dem
glad da vi tog bilen hjem
kunne ikke lade være at tænke
bevar Staden ... hvorfor dog det?

Folk har undskyldninger nok
og det hele er sikkert politikernes og politiets skyld
helt sikkert ...

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Tiden går

3 måneder i Berlin
jeg har aldrig sat pris på vinteren
denne gang er det værre end sidst
bryder mig lidt mindre om den for hvert år der går

1. februar
-11 grader
hva' ska' vi med det?
hvem ved
ikke du
ikke jeg

Sommeren er noget lort
det ved enhver
der er lidt håb i forår
lysegrøn og alt det der
og efteråret har sin melankoli
sit forfald
helst bliver jeg inden døre
dejligt fri for de ansigter
jeg ikke forstår

Kan man ønske sig mere
næppe
har det godt her
alene
har det flot her

Venskaber kommer og går
men ensomheden består

"Hallo" det rimer på bollehår
og kaffetår
Man skulle da vist være blevet digter eller
"Poet" ...

Hva' er du for en?
Jeg er den nye "Poet"

Har det godt her
efter 3 måneder i Berlin

Hvorfor spørger du?

Svaret ligger gemt
et sted mellem skægget
og skovmandsskjorten

Svaret ligger gemt
i deres hjælpeløse lyrik
og gadesmarte Hip Hop

Svaret ligger gemt
i middelklasse og trends
og ungdommens lallende overeksponering

Svaret ligger gemt
i liberalisme og individualitet
i kapitalisme og grådighed
i kynisme og overflod
i glæden over livet
på en solskinsdag
hvor tusinder dør af sygdom og sult
mens krige raser og sandheden bliver henrettet
i klamme kældre
af bødler
med koner og børn

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Januar

Januar
Lysere tider lige om hjørnet
Ingen spor af sne
grå dage
en smule regn
sær vinter
sjælefred

Endnu er det mørkt
der er ikke en lyd derude
snart vågner de
vender sig uroligt i timen før daggry
drømmer om de særeste ting

Berlin ligger der
bag ruden
stilheden tyk
som mørket
jeg læser ikke aviser
ser ikke tv
går sjældent ud

Små skridt min ven
overdosis af liv er dødelig
nu ikke presse citronen
vent bare
foråret kommer
men langsomt
alt er godt
sekunderne kilder mig på maven
pigen sover i sin seng
du skal intet nå
før natten er omme

Hjertet slår
gamle dreng
der er intet at sige
så det skriver du her
bare for at huske dem
de timer hvor intet sker
på bedste vis

J.Lehmkuhl 

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Wrong all the way

I thought I was
the good guy
but keep seeing
the tears and the
sadness in the eyes
of the kids I left behind
the broken hearts of their mothers
their love turn to hate

I thought I was my mothers son
but keep seeing the terror in her face
on her deathbed
while she screaming threw herself into the arms of my brother
away from me
in her morphined nightmares
helplessly begging him to save her from the demons

I thought I was a friend
but keep seeing the backs
of my soulbrothers
while they one after one
turn away and leave
in anger or sad disappointment

I thought I was many things
but it seems like I was terrible wrong
wrong all the way
and last night
when the darkness was thick
but my eyes wide open
I knew that this was the last place
left for me
my back to my loved one
alone with decades of failure
heartache and loss
how I wished I would stop thinking

I remember that morning at the hospital
I lit a candle and told her it was time to leave
She took a deep breath
and then another
at the third she died
and I sat there looking at her
didnt dare to move
I wished her dead
and I wonder
will there be anyone to light a candle
when it's my time to go ...

J.Lehmkuhl 

Monday, December 26, 2011

A Reunion

The guitar was laying there
looking at me
like a stranger

Still in its cage
still untouched

"Why this space between us?"
"how come you left me here?"

I reached out
grabbed it
Touched the soft wood
on the back of it's neck

"I didnt really leave you
and the space is not just between us
but also inside me"

"I'm a living dead, you see
a zombie"

Then I sat down
and started to play

Of course
nothing came out
and the empty space in my heart
was deep as the darkness
between the stars

J.Lehmkuhl 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Painkillers

We were on our way
yesterday evening
and
we passed these two guys
and
they were both down on all 4
searching
with their bare hands
in a sea of vomit
and
you dont always know What to say
and not every answer is blowing in the wind
and
I didnt offer any assistance to their project
but deep inside, of all my heart, I did wish them luck
in their search for those puked up pills.


Jesper Lehmkuhl

Monday, December 19, 2011

Tåger

Ind i det
hede
hule helvede
flammende længsel
brænder alt af

Satan
skampule
den hellige jomfru
sikke en nat
sikke en dag.

Løse på tråden
fulde af løgn
her er ingen nåde
at kneppe er skønt

Vågner i natten
svedigt svin
angsten i kroppen
lummert grin

Drømmene tar' dig
graver dig ned
skriften på væggen
skriver du selv

Roser på graven
kussen er våd
et godt greb i barmen
har vi tid
har vi råd

Se solen
den stiger
i mit paradis
En djævelsk lyst
Giraffer på glatis

Venter på døden
kræft æde mig
dit hjerte er smukt nu
Jeg elsker dig

Bliv lidt endnu
se på mig
sørgelige rester
Elsker du mig?

J.Lehmkuhl

Vingesus.

Dårskaben rider
landet som en mare
dumhedens tyranni
bærer frugt
med bævende angst
bag mure af tavshed
mens alt styrter i grus

I bedste fald
er løgnen
det våben
væbner os med
Men helst ser vi til
på afstand
med rystende usikkerhed

Tanker bliver lænket
i sort ensomhed
mens blodet
fryser til is
hjerter i sten
som ingen vil have
banker tungt bag stål
en hærdet ubrydelig harnisk

Vi er her endnu
i modvind og opbrud
i orkanens rasen
i underskud

Vi er her endnu
på øen i havet
synger gamle sange
om det der nu var

J. Lehmkuhl

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Trends

Efter kawasaki badmintonskoen
er vi nu tilbage i skovmandsskjorten
Casual
Skidt ud
af Kurt Cobains
døde røv.

Lehmkuhl

Thursday, December 1, 2011

In dreams

All the lonesome Americans
The truly lost
No Jesus
No drug
No 99%
can save them
Lonesome America
Dream on

J.Lehmkuhl

Monday, November 14, 2011

She told me

She told me how she missed the sun
and our summer
Soon after it started to rain again
and we sat there, quietly,
Watching it
thinking about it all.

Tonight Carlos Gardel sings
Love and grace fills the room
The tangosinger
makes it easy to forgive
Not to forget.

J.Lehmkuhl

A tiger, The Moon and The Stars.

I  see a bad moon rising
a bad moon
and the stars
there comes the tiger

There comes hunger
a cat.

The night is dark
but there is moonshine in her eyes
It's a bad moon tonight
and the sky is full of pain
someone might get hurt.

I like that tiger
I sense the danger

A silent hunter
passionated killer
a hunger
a cat.

Jesper Lehmkuhl

Monday, October 17, 2011

Dont tell me about the miracles of life or the power of love

I want black stars
and no sun and no moon
and tell the birds
to shut up
just shut the fuck up
cancel spring
bomb summer
let the seas dry out

Heart and soul
fucked and
frozen

Jesper Lehmkuhl

Closing time

Mentally
I have to kill
myself at least once
every day
it can be drugs
television, alcohol
all 3 together
works very well
numb dumb and blind

Like a tree
losing it's autumn
leaves
to protect itself
against the long and cold winter
and of course
it is not really dead
it just seems so
adjusting to the sad circumstances
waiting for better times

The dull stupidity
of it all
simply forces me
to seek shelter
somewhere
behind my eyes
where no man
will ever go
out of reach
waiting
for better times

J. Lehmkuhl

Idiots in the rain

We are all
idiots in the rain
and the sun won't shine

And if it does
it shines on Somalia
in a way that everything dries out
burns the leaves, dust and people

We are all idiots
and the rain
keeps falling

In Norway
they are counting the bodies
of the dead children
and the rain falls

A lonesome psycho on the loose
or the fruit of decades of rightwing
hate speech?

We sit around and wonder
but every disaster
we create ourselves
while the rain
keeps falling

Little farts in history
and if not ideology kills us
time will

There is a heavy rain
over Copenhagen
and for one day
Miss Denmark is silent
not a single hateful word
from her mouth about the muslim plague

Beware of people
they are idiots
and beware of the ones
that claims to know
what to do

Beware of religion
beware of ideology
beware of the human race

Let it rain
let it rain down
on the idiot
and his fellow men
wash away mankind
let it drown
in silence

What a beautiful silence
it would be


(JesperLehmkuhl)

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Engle og Dæmoner

Her er så de 5 tekster til Ep'en Engle og Dæmoner
De bedste hilsner
Farmeren