26:e juli 1998
Fuck someone´s ass with a glass, maybe tonight, and you´ll feel
allright.
28:e juli 1998
Riskin´ it all for some motherfucking shit
that´s all for now, keep on rockin`!
/erka "gnarly" Ass
7:e december 1998
Sick as a motherfucker,
you may not believe me but it´s true.
Feeling like a nerd,
´cause I´m lonesome tonight.
Maybe I´ll rip your heart out,
what the fuck?
I suppose I won´t be here this christmas,
will you?
Vomit
9:e februari 1999
Eat me
Rape me
Like a cow
Someday my prince will come,
or like my mama always said:
Fuck me!
12:e februari 1999
The Carcass
It will be a time,
when your mouth is shut,
when your knee bleeds,
as it always does.
It will come a time,
when somebody wants you dead,
when someone wants to use your urinepipe,
to stick a needle in it.
It will come a time,
sometime.
16:e maj 1999
An elk,
a turtle,
some piglets,
and a couple of worms.
That´s all I need,
to be undercover.
bye!
22:e maj 1999
The human physiology
isn´t an easy thing.
Especially when,
when?
/Assology
21:e juni 1999
When a mouse,
plooks the shit out of a human beeing,
it´s nice to be alive.
yuck!
/Ass
15:e augusti 1999
Utopia is nothing for me,
but why?
Well you see,
I don´t need need no such things,
when there is love.
/Erka Ass
25:e augusti 1999
Have you ever felt like whippin`,
the shit out of a cat?
Have you ever scooped down,
to see if there are some pinheads on the ground?
Have you ever cut the grass,
with one of your fontanells?
I used to cut the grass.
I was a very nice boy.
/Assie
31:e augusti 1999
Godsfucker lives nearby,
where the wind doesn´t blow.
Assfuck lives in Flogsta,
where the people take their lives.
I´m not longing for some carbonmonoxide.
Not anymore.
Yours faithfully
Erka "the minstrel" Ass.
6:e september
Abuse me,
as you always do.
Beat the shit out of me,
do that too.
But don´t steel my heart,
because it´s not yours to keep.
13:e september 1999
Juicy meatballs,
fresh garlic,
shredded skin,
with the feeling of shit within.
I´m not a nutcracker,
although it might seem so.
Notes that blind me,
are like an echo from the past.
Tears from my eyes,
not very easy to define.
I´m not a nutcracker,
although it might seem so.
14:e september 1999
Junkfood
kicked my ass the other night.
You might think to yourself:
"how tha hell is that possible?"
I´ll answer in two words:
Radio Gaga
16:e september
Googelimooooogle,
when I sing that song.
Ritsch, ratsch,
when your hair is long.
Jaws.
21:e september
An inflated body with a rubber-belt
is what becomes of me at night
I´m putting on the look of a kelt
and becomes the mother of all fright
Tear my soul apart
give it to some lousy bummer
Spread it out so the world can see
Show the public
what a looser I am
sometimes
/Erka "the depressive guy" Ass
24:e september 1999
Agaton Sax
(E.Ass)
Once there was a man
who lived by sea
When he ate,
his belly felt like shit
When he didn´t eat
he felt morbid
One day he got stuck
in the middle of a heart
The heart belonged to a girl
whose name he didn´t recall
Well, that´s a pity
because the girl was marvellous
Something sad happened
to be more precise:
The girl didn´t stuck in his heart
And why is that?
I don´t know
9:e oktober 1999
Ralph Lauren and a bottle of whisky
ain´t a working symbiosis
It´s just like to shove a sword
right up your urinepipe
and scream:
"dig the dirt, motherfucker!"
Some might say
you ought to pray night and day
to become a fat goat
made of malted oat
If you search right between your legs
you might find something of interest
like a panda
a mobilised one, that is
15:e oktober 1999
Help me
(Erik Svensson)
Please help me
to make a stuve
out of some meatballs.
And after the work is done
I´ll put some cream on the top
just to get the kicks.
Baby, we´ll kick ass
like two maniacs
at St.Sigfrid´s hospital,
Take me home, baby!
Take me home!
26:e oktober 1999
You´re coming home
to your boy-room
It will sure feel good
to have you back again
And man, we´ll rock,
we´ll rock as hell
We´ll kick ass
just like the good old days
And when you´ve gone
we´ll continue to kick ass
by ourselves, but yet together
fuck!
/Assie
22:e november 1999
adored
(e.ass)
kick ass
eat shit
drink malted milk
shoot dope
make my day
loosen up
dig the shit
be uptight
wash away
get a hangover
scoop down
give head
get grounded
leave me
you´re still my sunset exploding in my heart
kick it/
Ass
3:e december
Good old Theodor
(Erik Svensson)
There once was a man
3 years of age
Kicked fuckloads of ass
at Solbackens kindergarden
He draw me a painting
it was modern art
I remember when we played together
and when I wiped his ass
"Ejik", he called me
and I was touched
Our last day together
he said something
that almost made me cry
But I won´t reveal that here
´cause it hurts
One thing´s for sure though
I will never forget
my days with Good old Theo
6:e december 1999
Hoovering
(Erik Svensson)
Misty mornings
when I go for my usual walk
I can´t think of anything else
than you
I stop beside the river
and listen to the echo of my voice
screaming: "I´m in heaven"
I dive into the water
cold
I feel cold
Some things just kick ass
My hair is torn
I feel free
21:e december 1999
Marion
(Erik Svensson)
as time goes by
my ass is getting fatter
my strenght is getting weaker
my hands are getting shaky
time will kill us all
just by saying:
"nice high-school diploma"
as years go by
my knees give in
my lungs break down
my feet get amputated
that´s when I see her
standing in front of me
Marion is her name
you can tell by her name
that she´s not for me
I bleed to death
walk on home
(erik svensson)
to face the truth
it´s as simple as this:
walk on home
the voucher
(erik svensson)
it´s valid
only for a lifetime
not a microsec more
if you think of it
it´s all biotech
makes you wanna scream:
"BIOTECH!!!!"
with a bottle of whisky in my right hand
and a voucher in my other
i make my way
through Dublin´s fair city
I meet Molly Malone
she says:
"hey!"
5:e januari 2000
Sylvester
(Erik Svensson)
7 lads with funny nicknames
met again
at Assfuck´s place
It started off with noblesse
and ended with ass-kicking
We smoked
we fired some fireworks
we drank red wine
we made success
This could have been a tragic story
7:e januari 2000
Poem for Perko
(Erik Svensson)
so you go back up the country
to the north
where everything is cold
cold but warm
you walk through life
through booze and beer
sometimes we walk together
happily
it´s dark outside
but it´s getting lightener
and when the sun rises
I hope you´ll see it
´cause I will
I´ll see your eyes
through the sun
remembering me
of all the success we make
break bones for me, young E!
break bones while I´m gone
28:e januari 2000
Killing machine
(Erik Svensson)
Hit by the lightning
chocked
Success, I thought
Success
Even though
I've only met her once
She's a killing machine
tormenting me
with her abscense
6:e februari 2000
Deep shit
(Erik Svensson)
When you realize
that you're in the middle of it
kicking shit
talking shit
even shitting shit
It's no good
4:e mars 2000
London
(Erik Svensson)
Getting drunk every night
pressing shit during daytime
is my life at the moment
Getting harsh
I can feel it tears my body down
feeling shit sometimes
but with booze in my body
I feel fine
Have to fuck this shit soon
Have to get home
Sometime
No rush
Have to explain
my love for her
17:e april 2000
Mixed shit
by Erik L Svensson
Yoko Ono getting herself a job
while I´m getting loaded
Peter Pan wiping his ass
using his left pinkie
Matt Damon getting laid
while I´m getting lonely
Priscilla Presley going to hell
using the highway
John Coltrane getting stoned
while I´m getting love
It´s like a mix
between Ornithology and Bird´s blues
A mix of freshly pressed shit
Roll on, young E!
20:e april 2000
A poem with no end
(Erik Svensson)
walking through sunshine
walking with a naked torso
through fields
no sad feelings
no bullshit to think about
her together with me
and calmness
no unnecessary feelings
easily
an even flow
hand in hand
happily
rule the world with me
and my baby
with her
but noone can feel anything
it shouldn´t be necessary
everything moving
towards the same direction
everything that exists
me and my life
just one way to go
together with her