Real Music
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Når solens padriller
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The Hotshot
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Wunderbaum to Be Here
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The Watcher
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Visual Hearing
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Silver Message of Gold
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Something Fishy
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High on Love
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Fingerspitzgefühl
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Wofsel trébaja
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The gautoleros
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No Fun Allowed
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Stillborn Life
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Mind Your Own Business
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Strange Fruit with Billie Holiday
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The Church of Burzum
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Landscape Bubbles
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Liverpool 1-2 Manchester United
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Ull/Kisa 3-2 Vålerenga
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Barcelona 1-1 Milan
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Norway 2-1 Brazil
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Bayer Leverkusen 0-2 Bayern München
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Argentina 4-2 Chile
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Rosenborg 0-0 Molde
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Aloha via Satellite
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Words
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ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL DRUG DEALERS OUT THERE!
There’s no end to the cruelty
of the people who made a hysteria
of the pandemic,
which is the majority of the people
of the world, after all.
They whined and hollered about death and disease
to justify the vaccines.
When people died from the vaccine,
they ignored it,
they banned and censored it.
It was a conspiracy theory they said,
nobody dies from the vaccine.
It is safe.
Three years later,
it has become legit to admit that it killed people,
BUT, they say,
it’s just a side effect,
which comes with all medicine.
So therefore,
all you beautiful heroin and fentanyl dealers out there
on the streets!
And in the schools!
Trying to convince the kids that hard drugs
are good for you,
keep up the good work!
Heroin and Fentanyl are medicine too.
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Coward Rock
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Gokkular Hiddelpikk
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The Sprinkle Dinkle of Nabölezi
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“YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW”
As a person on the outside of society,
I’ve spent much of the last twenty years
writing about the rise of a wave of evil
in Western culture.
People becoming meaner every day,
borderline psychopathic,
borderline sociopathic,
cold and ruthless
and intolerant,
without even knowing it yourself –
because you are like everyone else
and therefore ‘normal’.
But I can tell you this;
that there is nothing normal about
what is happening in 2024.
It is pure evil that has built up
over three decades.
I’ve seen bullying becoming legit,
starting with the smokers and the obese,
and targeting the weak
and the poor and the homeless,
and the acceptance of being a bitch
and a shit and an asshole,
if it serves your agenda.
All of it hidden
behind an angelic mask of self-righteousness,
justified by modern political correctness.
There has never been a time
with so many people saying what you want to hear,
and not meaning a word of it.
To be a career psychopath,
has become the new normal
in the 21st century.
Climate change and health hysteria
and Covid and vegetarianism
and Woke, etc.
The trendy movements.
It’s all about hatred, hatred, hatred
of humanity.
It’s about only seeing the flaws
in your fellow human beings
and nothing that is good enough.
All this dissing and hating
and contempt,
for everyone and everything,
cooking and burning and bulding
behind the rottening mask
of a false and joyless culture
of lies and un-genuine chatter
and sickly narcissism,
leading up to clashes
between cultures
and the wars of Russia and Ukraine
and Israel and Palestine
and Iran…
now seems to be entering its climax,
the final stages,
on the brink of a worldwide war.
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“We must not judge God from this world. It’s just a study that didn’t come off. It’s only a master who could make such a blunder.”
– Vincent van Gogh
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Ghosts of Selfie
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David Bowie (1967 Album)
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Hunky Dory
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The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
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Aladdin Sane
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Diamond Dogs
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Station to Station
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″Heroes″
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Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
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Black Tie White Noise
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Earthling
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Blackstar
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“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it”
– Vincent van Gogh
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INVISIBLE PEOPLE
We live in an era where you have to be rich
to get the attention you need to talk about the poor.
You have to be Somebody, somebody Important,
a celebrity, a rockstar, a success story,
a career.
You have to be Bono or Sting
or Bruce Springsteen
or Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga.
An Icon.
That’s what they call them, LOL.
Larger than life.
Or people won’t listen to you.
They don’t want the real stories told by the real people.
It offends them.
I’m proud not to be like that.
I present to you on a bust – Mr. Mark Horvath!
An actual person who actually cares about people.
Check out his channel on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/@InvisiblePeople
(It seems his invisiblepeople.tv website
has been hacked,
so I’m not posting that link.)
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Tittelen Tei
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Personal Buddha
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Bust It Wide Open
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Monday
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Tuesday
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Wedensday
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Thursday
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Friday
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If you wonder who is the good guy or the bad guy in politics, because there is good and bad in all people, then Lemmy will set the record straight for you.
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Ride My Octopus
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Bestinkelbabt
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Guten bra (in Sundown)
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Guten bra (in Sunset)
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Angel’s Egg
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You
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I See You
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Shapeshifter
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ERIK BJERCK (9.11.1967-29.6.1989)
When my dog Scott got sick with old age diabetes
and I told people he might not have long to live,
they said I could buy a new one.
That was their solution to the problem.
As if he were a disposable product on the assembly line.
I think that’s humanity in a nutshell.
Just buy another one,
move on, don’t look back,
go to the shopping center,
go to the hairdresser,
renew yourself,
as if nothing matters.
But I don’t want to be like that.
I don’t want to eat, sleep, work
and talk about the latest news
for a century,
and then die.
I’m not a robot.
I’m a living, breathing, thinking human being.
And I want to have memories.
I found an old polaroid of my childhood friend Erik Bjerck.
He died in a car accident at the age of 21, in 1989.
He is part of my inner everyday life,
just like my dog and my father
and other people close to me,
who are not with me physically anymore
but are still alive and with me
in my heart and mind.
The picture was undated in a photo album
together with pictures from the day
we took the train to Gothenburg in Sweden
to see David Bowie live in concert
at Nya Ullevi, 12 June 1983.
I made a bust of it. A statue of my childhood.
The forest you see is Nordmarka outside Oslo,
where we went camping in the summer,
and sometimes in the winter.
I could have written a whole novel
about our adventures at Haslum in Bærum,
a suburb of Oslo.
But I’m not going to do that.
I just wanted to honor my comrade
by putting him on a socle.
