16:e maj 1998
Please don´t think I´m a jerk, I´m just a glass of water
Erko "lovefool" Perko
3:e juli 1998
Dead Inside
In the morning
when the sun goes up
I don´t do a thing
I just kinda yup
In the afternoon
when the people eat their lunch
I don´t eat no ballon
I just kinda tunch
In the evening
When people sing a song
I don´t sing no tingeling
I just kinda mong
In the night
When the wind says weep
I don´t feel no fright
I just kinda sleep
Your bra
Erko "Minesweeper" Perko
31e juli 1998
If ever you feel like making a kill
Then get your fat ass off to Chamberville
You´ll fuck someones wife
And then take her life
In order to escape from the bill
Kick ass
Erko "Magnet" Perko
2:a augusti 1998
When life is nice and good and all
Erka Ass will make you fall
You´ll scream and say:
"You fucking shit
You spoiled my day
I´ll crush you pitt"
The reason for this filthy act
Is because of this damn true fact:
Erka Ass is an evil guy
He would even dare
To make you die
Because he doesn´t care
The conclusion of what I have written
Is Erka Ass ain´t no sweet little kitten
He is sent from hell
In order to do this:
Near your ear he´ll ring a bell
That rings with an untuned fiss
6:e augusti 1998
Murder is a tragedy
Dying kills the hope
Saying fuckface to the pope
Makes me feel an awful joy
Eating chocolate makes you fat
Fish in the sea makes the fish feel blue
The conclusion of this is don´t you dare
telling me what to do
Love from
Erko "Review" Perko
7:e aug 1998
A tree covered with ice
Is mirrored in my eyes
A tiger is running in my heart
But I don´t let it out
So I just scream:
Aaaaaaargh!
Heroes, thats you and me
Erko "Trunk" Perko
13:e augusti 1998
Grab a bottle of whisky and drink it in one klunk
Then smash the bottle to the ground like a major slam dunk
You´ll pick up the pieces of broken glass
And shove ´em right up your sorry fat ass
Lotsa faeces
Erko "Bad Guy" Perko
15:e aug 1998
If your worthless evening smelled like vanilla
You know that soon you´ll have a guest named Godzilla
You won´t really care about that dude
Since you know that he looks like a pony when his nude
But if your worthless evening smelled like your ass of fatness
You know that soon you´ll be attached to madness
Then you´ll be like everyone else on this earth
You might wonder what that is worth
The answer is : A lot!
22:e aug 1998
Wine is fine
But whiskey´s quicker
Suicide is slow with liquer
Take a bottle
Drown your sorrow
And you´ll fly away tomorrow
Tatto your ass
Erko "Son of Bo" Perko
30:e sept 1998
Spring is a stone that rolls like thunder
And you´re in the middle of it
Wearing your sneekers
Erko "Tramp" Perko
6:e december 1998
Well you can kiss my ass
on a terror sunday
and you can be my friend
in the afternoon
You can call me stranger
you can kiss my feet
Or you could chop some pork and
throw it in my face
But if the sun is in my eyes
I´ll kill your heart with a lump of oatmeal
Fuck Off
Perko
8:e december 1998
Lack of butts
and lack of blueberries
is a damn bad thing
13:e december 1998
I´ve played the blues
and I´ve listened to jazz
I´ve been drinkin´ lotsa booze
and I´ve been kickin´ a fuckload of ass
I´ve eaten niggerpasture
I´ve had some nice roastbeef
I´ve tamed the wildest creature
I´ve been an honest thief
I´ve played the guitar
and the harmonica too
I´ve listened to Ravis sitar
and some Australians didgeridoo
I´ve been easy and heavy drunk
I´ve had headaches the days after
I´ve played the punk
My mouth´s been filled with laughter
I´ve been in love
and I´ve been in vain
I´ve been a white dove
I´ve been down the drain
I´ve seen Alice Cooper
and I´ve seen Ozzy Osbourne
I´ve heard Iron Maidens The Trooper
My long hairs been torn
I´ve seen the Stones
and I´ve seen Dylan, Bob
I´ve played the blue tones
And I´ve turned down a job
Well I´ve been through a lot of stuff
But it won´t give me a kick
When things for my friend are kinda tough
When Erka Ass is sick
Get well, bra
Perko
28:e december 1998
Your back my friend
to life it seems
That´s good ´cause I´d make a bend
and kill my dreams
if you wouldn´t be back
and I´d get a heartattack
And eat some horsemanure
that´s for sure
Kick it
Perko
9:e februari 1999
Killing the universe
Is not hard to do
Catching a moonbeam
Is like tying your shoe
Drink a gallon of compressed mustardgas
Will only make me smile
Eat a pile of dogshit
Is like eating applepie
I´ll use my left eyelid
To beat the shit out of Mikey T
But no matter what in this world I´ll do
I´ll never get her close to me
14:e februari 1999
Longing Blues
I´ve got blood
running through my shoulders
I´ve got skin
on my tounge
But I ain´t got a woman
That´ll dry my hair
when I´ve taken a shower
I´ve got knees
Letting me bend my legs
I´ve got nails
on my fingers
But I ain´t got a woman
That´ll scratch my back
When it itches like hell
Diddle on
Perko
18:e februari
When spring has come
And the melted water flows
I´ll bite the dust
Twice
Love
Perko
30:e mars 1999
I drank a bottle of lemonjuice
and kissed her lovely lips
I ate a bloody big fat steak
and laid my hand on her hips.
I thought that I had half of it in
but she told me I was a fool
She said that she wanted a softcore man
not me, cause I was too cool
Rock it
Erko "Scandinavia" Perko
16:e maj 1999
Her throat
is thick
Her hands
are gone
Her eyes
can´t see
Her lips
are green
Her name, of course
is Lola
Bet you already guessed that
All the best
Erko "Fear of the dark" Perko
17:e maj 1999
I´m dirty
and smel bad
Howcome
she still wants me?
Must be my
heart.
E
21:e maj 1999
I don´t ask for much
All I want
is a stringed fiddle
and a couple of bucks
Then we could go on style
baby
We´d rock the ocean dry
I miss you honey
22:e maj 1999
The ice cream man
sold me a sodapop
To be more precise
it was a diet Pepsi
It tasted like humbug
Man, I dig
this shit
/Perko
2:e juni 1999
A boot
can kick me
A toy
can thrill me
A dog
can lick me
A basket case full of sardines
can make me feel sick
But a nail pressed through my finger
into the bone
Will not make me love her
Kick you name
Perko
12:e juni 1999
It was great
It sure was great
Love
Perko
6:e juli 1999
Starving
is being empty
Being empty
is like not having
an inverted urinepipe
shoved up yer ass
Not having
an inverted urinepipe
shoved up yer ass
is like being polite
/E
15:e augusti 1999
I stood on the ground
Blue wind blowing
through my beechtoffles
A nicelooking gal walked by
I spat in her face
Felt kinda groovy
I know I´m a fool
/E
16:e augusti
When I´m walking bad
and don´t enjoy it
When the blue wind blows
and my brain is black
When I´m sick and tired
of being myself
When I feel bad
and moan the blues
I moan it for my baby
over the see
You´re a hero
18:e augusti 1999
I love the way the moon shines in her face
I love the way her voice blows in my ear
I love the way her eyes looks at me,
making my knees weak
I love her
/E
20:e augusti 1999
Remembering the Good Old Days
(E Perko)
Before the flood
came a girl
She gave me shelter
from the storm in my heart
She was a hurricane
but I must have crushed
her eye of glass
She left me standin´
naked with the blue wind
blowing on my body
I got me some clothes
from a second hand store
and tore them apart
when I was drunk
I burned them
for her charcoal eyes
that glowed for me
when it was still wind
that blowed in my face
A fool such as I
of course I let her down
But now I`m behind the shelter
I`m waiting for my baby
21:e augusti 1999
He´s green
He´s strong
He´s baldheaded
He´s a pitbull
He´s blind
I need a can of glue
1:a september 1999
To lick the tip of a toe
You need courage
To break the jaw of your brother
You gotta be bad
To eat a piece of wood
You gotta be foolish
To think of her like I do
You have to be in love
/E "Zif" P
13:e september 1999
Don´t have any time
Even though that´s all I have
When you fall in love my friend
You´re near the end
And that´s good
20:e september 1999
The Tube
He saw it
on the floor
His name was Tinkel
and what he saw
was a door
He killed it
Saw right through
a small tube
Asked himself
How the fuck
can I become
Erka Ass
After thinking he thought:
Maybe if I fuck
my brothers urinepipe
with a glass
He was sad when he realized:
I don´t have a chance
Kick Ass squared
/E
24:e september 1999
The Customer
(Erik Rydstedt)
The customer
with his torn jacket
and his sad eyes
looked like a hole
when he stood there
stumbling through the haze
of his own mind
trying to decide
what to buy
The sweet little princess
sat in her castle
knitting socks
for herr tiny brother
who was created outside
the marriage of her parents
She was exhausted
as always
when she thought about Him
Young E Perko
in his dirty flat
Tried to get his brother
to clean the fryingpan
while he studied Hess's Law
Suddenly
the Old Man Above
heard three voices
crying out loud:
I NEED LOVE
29:e september 1999
Poetic Honey
(Erik Rydstedt)
She's my poetic honey
there's a poem in her eyes
there's a poem in her kiss
She reads me her poem
when I look at her sad beutiful face
How can I not fall in love
with my poetic honey
14:e oktober 1999
Sparks will fly
when we dance
on the dancefloor
facing each other
smiling
We'll look at 'em
girls
And they'll look at us
And we will all
burst out in a big
"Holy Macaroni"
22:e oktober 1999
Brown mountain
(Erik Rydstedt)
When Miles smiles
All the stinking disgusting piles
Of dogshit dances
Till left there are no chances
Of separating from eachother
But why bother
´Cause a stinging mountain that is brown
And almost as big as your town
Is kind of nasty
But not so tasty
Still really cool
And a truly great fool
To tell some rich fellow
I´ll throw you in that that´s not yellow
If you won´t give me your money
And some time with your honey
He´ll do what you say
´Cause there is no way
That he´ll smell like ass
Because of some jazz
Priscilla Jones
(Erik Rydstedt)
Priscilla Jones
was a funny old lady
where ever she went
it was always a bit shady
`Cause her ass was so gigantic
That even Titanic
Or Aaron Spellings house
When comparing seemed small like a mouse
Isolated woman
(Erik Rydstedt)
Oh me, oh my
As time goes by
I´m getting older
Ass-big as a boulder
But hard as slime
Been eating too much dime
Wherever I go
people rush off
But they don´t know
that I wouldn´t say fuck off
Because I don´t want them near
Since they all would feel fear
Because it smells from my ass
Not only when there´s gas
You see, my fingers five
To the hole they won´t arrive
`Cause my ass hangs down on my feet
It´s bad when it´s cold, people die when there´s heat
29:e november 1999
The Best is Good Enough
(Erik Rydstedt)
Blue eyes
piecing my heart
The best
is good enough
Poem
(Erik Rydstedt)
Holy shit
I`m so fucking tired
Bloody hell
I gotta GET SOME SLEEP
Just remember...
oh, nothing
Royal Shit
(Erik Rydstedt)
Holy macaroni
she said
This is royal shit
I bet this pile
would feel a pea
lying under 1000 satin pillows
Are you sure?
I asked
Let me taste
Mild Moses
I said,
astonished of her precision eye
this is royal shit
But tell me
is it Vicky´s or Maddy´s?
Charlie P´s
she said
4:e december 1999
A conversation
(Erik Rydstedt)
-Hey Cool Kid
-Hey Cat, whats up?
-Nothing much, got the blues.
-Cool
-Mmm
6:e december 1999
[Constipated]
(Erik Rydstedt)
I'm
constipated
It's lik the deepest sorrow
needing to be let out
But it's so hard
Because it's so hard
I'm
constipated
Have a blast
/E Perko
16:e december 1999
The Secret of the Pope
Deep down in the Vatican
lived an old man
Behind closed bars
he kept some jars
of wax
Because he was only able to relax
when he had put it on his ass
till it shined like glass
and then ripped it away
together with the hair on a sunday
Then it would shine like a babyface
(he also liked to pee on lace)
29:e december
Her eyes shoot tombstonbe bullets
if you treat her bad
She´s a friend of the moon
She paves my way
along the dirt road
with the memory of her smile
She´s a briar
if you don´t love her under the stars
she´s charmingly strange
and her eyewrinkles are true
She eases the waves
when I swim over the river
She´s dangerous
if you make her jealous
The way her mind is a treasure
is obvious
only when she sleeps in your arms
She´s the road up to the house
and she is the house
She´s a dream come true
4:e januari 2000
My Own Mustayaluca
(Erik Rydstedt)
Brigitte Bardot and Johnny Rotten
kissing in the sunset
Pete Sampras and Stephen King
studying their growing collection of frogs
Me and Yazbola
watching the leaves shake the wind
saying
Spectacular, indeed
James Hetfield and Neve Campbell
burning stamps to celebrate the moon
James Dean and Aretha Franklin
cutting their hair as a protest
Me and Yazbola
Chewing grass
saying
Boy, that´s wild
Mickey Mouse and George Bush
Kissing a rooster
Tom Hanks and Leo Tolstoy
discussing the importance of looking good
Me and Yazbola
Walking through the graveyard
saying
I bet that man was cool
6:e januari 2000
A Little Drunk
(Erik Rydstedt)
Just a little drunk
Steady walk
Sharp mind
Being sentimental is okay
Dreams about sparkling eyes, alive
curious smile, awake
peculiar, sweet girl
Not disturbed by onewayseeing mind
Not ruined by reality
Just real, though a dream
It´s beautiful
Need to go where it is true
Have to be where it´s mine
Alive for me
I´ll always stay around
Yours forever blue
/E P d y
7:e januari
Farewell Poem For E Ass
(Erik Rydstedt)
So you`re going away
Just like I say I will
in some of my blues songs
Your living my dream
Leaving it all behind
Can`t blame you
Been there, seen it, done it
like ´those real cool dudes say
So you´re going away
With nothing saying your coming back
Except comon sense
The sence I should leave more often
Not only one or two or three nights a week
Guess you´ll have it too
But we can´t be sure, can we
Though somewhere the road will be turning
for you and me
And just like before
we´ll play our favourite tunes
"We´re gonna have some fun tonight
Have some fun tonight
Everythings allright
Have some fun tonight"
So you´re going away
Not looking for love
just an easy feeling that it might show up
While I´m here diggin´ after it
You´ll be a mean tiger
and I´ll be too drunk
So you´re going away
And I´ll go back home from home
You´ll have one of the greatest times of your life
concentrated
Can´t say I´m not having it
but it´s everyday greatest
So you´re going away
Working guy
Having such a great time
Just don´t forget to keep your eyes on the road
Somewhere it´s turning
I don´t want to find you in the ditch
So you´re going away
Just dig it, bro
Best of the best
/E Perko
9:e januari 2000
She
(Erik Rydstedt)
It´s been a long time time
since I wrote a blues about her
Long time since I wrote a poem
But I can´t help it
She´s awfully pretty
31:e januari 2000
I wish I was crying
but I´m just mad
I want her to pierce my mind
But I´m lucky she don´t
5:e februari 2000
Fucked Up life
It´s a fucked up life you know.
Waking up a little mad.
Keeping that feeling a few hours.
But still you´re in a good mood.
Then you dig the fresh air.
The melting snow. You say to yourself you gotta enjoy the small things.
You gotta enjoy this fucked up life.
And you do.
Talking to yourself all the time.
Trying to get somewhere.
And you do.
Hopefully you dig up.
Not Down.
Wondering who the hell I was last night.
Not a look at them gals.
Saying you gotta get it going tonight.
If you blow it.
You´ll dig down tomorrow.
And maybe it´s a one way direction.
Just gotta get it going.
It´s a fucked up life.
And you gotta dig it.
15:e februari 2000
Growing up
don´t make you happy
You gotta set your ass on fire
so it won´t get boring
It´s up to no one
but you
19:e februari 2000
Being sick in the head
well that is just me
Being sick and stay in bed
it ain´t my cup of tea
Cause i can´t kick ass
and I can´t get drunk
I can´t play jazz
and I can´t play funk
This is a fucked up poem
16:e mars 2000
Poem Based On Thoughts When Waking Up With A Hangover
(Erik Rydstededt)
Gotta get it going
So drunk
And it worked
So unlucky
And it didn´t work
Searhing
So hard to find
Longing
So hard to find
Gotta get rid
Of this lovesick blues
Struggling
Fighting
Gotta get rid
Of this lovesick blues
Small needs
Won´t do it
Just for a while
But they´re good
If I´m lucky
Need so much
Gotta have HER
So hard
And I don´t make it easier
Need so much
Maybe she´s the one
How am I gonna find out
I don´t want her
To be like me
All the time
I don´t want her
To Agree with me
All the time
I just want her
To understand me
To see through me
Gotta get rid
Of this lovesick blues
Gotta get rid
Of this lovesick blues
4:e april 2000
Dreaming of Spain
(Erik Rydstedt)
We laid on the beach
Burning gold in the sky
Not much going on in our minds
Skin walking by
Soaked with life
We sat in a house
Mouth on a plate
Brown under white
A curious smile
You and me
Laughing, knowing
We looked at the sea
Mist in our eyes
Joy in our lungs
Empty on the floor
More in our hands
Talking
Wonderful
We stood on the roof
Talking to life
Knowing it's right
Knowing it's home
We used our best moves
As painful as always
Successful for once
I followed her home
I took off her skin
And I made love to her bones
16:e april 2000
Psychology, a Poem by Erik Rydstedt
(Erik Rydstedt)
Pp, pe, pe, p
No, I can´t say it
she said, sad and angry
Yes you can, just let it out, you can do it
he said, trying to convince her
Pe, pe, PENIS
Yes, I can do it, I did it, I did it
she screamed
happy like a heatfreak in boiling oil
I can do it
Penispenispenispenis
20:e april 2000
Chair of glass
(Erik Rydstedt)
I have a chair of glass
It´s nice
Very small
I can hold it in one hand
I`d like to sit in it
Relax
Knowing that no splinters
will enter my ass
Just sit there
Knowing she´ll arive
to sit in my knee
I´m just begging for love
I´m achin´ for love
I´ll burn down a bottle of vodka
Just to get an honest kiss
23:e april 2000
Turn my back to the wall
Raise my fist and yell
Accidentaly hits the fist
against the wall
Lots of blood
I write
FUCK OFF
on the wall
I write it
in flesh and blood
Gives me infection
Gives me erection
24:e april 2000
There´s no more easy women
In the arms of him
He can´t stand that no more
He don´t want it to be that easy
It´s gotta be something good
Something that could kill his summer
How wonderful wouldn´t it be
Tears and raindrops
And a bottle of wine
It´s better than a bright hole
Can´t expect to find
Anyone to follow him
But there has to be someone
Who can turn him
Into bitter blue ruins
There must be something
To tear apart
27:e april 2000
Birds
flying like leaves
Bird's
blowing my mind with Loverman
Wish I could be
like those birds
Wish I could be
like Bird
27:e maj 2000
Imagine
a tree
one hundred years old
that stopped growing
at age 20
How fun is that
Shit man