allt dom bygger upp ska vi meja ner

in stripes and black, with lungs of smoke and london air, with gray skies and tired sounds of the building site on the opposite side of the street, with a day at work and a night of mayhem in front of me, with all what london has to offer, the free beer, the boys with the accents, the music and the undying hopes for the future there is still a big thorn in my heart, i just remembered one of the nights that will be with me forever. when the air was heavy with expectance, when the beer flooding my system and the people around me filled me with a rush of a lifetime, when a band entered the stage and was everything anyone could have ever asked for, and more. when grabbing him was alright, when bruises, black and blue legs the morning after, was a price i was more than willing to pay, when even a guitar in the head was worth it. i miss that, i want that again, another night with love antell and the band, another night with my friends and enemies and all the anonymous faces that somehow melted into a big loved and loving mess. united. against nothing really, together for music and love and revolution.