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Every now and then I’ll rant about which song I just can’t seem to get out of my noggin’. There will be lyrics, and most likely my own personal views on the song. If you’re lucky there might even be a fun fact or two. Lyrics are taken from http://lyricwiki.org/ unless stated otherwise.

First song out is ‘Ain’t no Reason’ by Brett Dennen. The song is from his 2006 album ‘So Much More’.
There’s something special about this song. It’s hard to explain. There’s something about his voice, and the calm, relaxing music that makes it awesome. It is very mellow, full of charm and one of the best guitar songs I’ve heard. Simply great. Check out Brett Dennen’s web site: http://www.brettdennen.net
Dedicated to: Thomas “Plomma” Andrews

~The Lyrics~

There ain’t no reason things are this way.
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay.
I can’t explain why we live this way.
We do it every day.

Preachers on the podium speaking to saints.
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change.
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape,
Cursing my name.

I gotta a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same,
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing,
You can spend your whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away.

People walking around pushing back their debts,
Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets,
Talking about nothing, not thinking about death,
Every little heartbeat, every little breath.

People walk a tightrope on a razors edge.
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons.
It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen,
Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence.

There ain’t no reason things are this way.
Its how they’ve always been and they intend to stay.
I don’t know why I say the things I say,
But I say them anyway.

But love will come set me free.
Love will come set me free, I do believe.
Love will come set me free, I know it will.
Love will come set me free, yeah.

Prison walls still standing tall.
Some things never change at all.
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all.
Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all.

Working your fingers bare to the bone.
Breaking’ your back, make you sell you soul.
Like a lung, it’s filled with coal,
Suffocating slow.

The wind blows wild and I may move.
But politicians lie and I am not fooled.
You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit,
To argue the truth.

The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go,
Love I try to follow.

Love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set me free, yeah

There ain’t no reason things are this way.
Its how they’ve always been and they intend to stay.
I can’t explain why we live this way.
We do it every day.

I’ve moved from Lillestrøm. I’ve moved from the love of my life. I still love Trine with every inch of my body, and we’re still together. We decided however that living together wasn’t right for us at the moment. It hurts me like hell to admit, but for those of you who might know me from way back - I haven’t changed much. I’m still a kid. Still immature. Still .. inconsiderate and self-centered.

I moved on my birthday, back to Fredrikstad. It is hard. I know she’s _the one_, and hopefully we’ll live together again soon. As soon as I get my bachelor’s degree and a steady income.

I love you, Trine. Also, Jack Johnson is awesome.

It’s not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together

Mmmm, It’s always better when we’re together
Yeah we’ll look at the stars and we’re together
Well, it’s always better when we’re together
Yeah it’s always better when we’re together

What do all conversations have in common? No matter how short. No matter how meaningless. No matter how retarded. Every god damned conversation has at some point been about — yeah, you guessed it — the weather. And I sure as hell don’t want to be any different, so here goes!

The Weather. The. Weather. This is a bloody bad idea. I could write about the weather for ages. I live in friggin’ icetastic Norway, and I hate anything below 15 degrees Celsius. I’m fucked from the get-go. Me and Mr. W go way back, starting on our 22nd year now. That’s quite some time. And the only time I’ve been truly happy with the old bugger is last summer when I went to Greece with my girlfriend. A big, fat, yellow sun prancing around on the horizon. Gracefully embracing your skin with its yellow tentacles of love. Piercing through clouds whiter than the purest cocaine. It makes me all jiggly just thinking of it. Well, cut the crap and fast forward to today. It’s the 16th of March today and that nonsensical excuse of common science that is “Mr Weather” decided to rear its mentally defected head once again. As I was driving home from the store, some two hours ago, it started to snow. Yes. Snow. What the hell? The only time when snow is remotely tolerable is during Christmas. And no, Christmas has yet to be moved to March. Blargh, I want summer, and I want it now. Ironically, I have a great wish for some day to move to Canada. I’m such a dunce.

Enough of that. Easter is up. Easter - that time when some hairy, infant-loving dude named Jesus supposedly got tired of being dead, and well - grew some wings and flew away. Feel free to correct me if I’ve got the facts wrong. However, to the enlightened child that is yours truly, easter means nothing more than time off school and candy. The latter in an abundance. So, mom, if you’re reading this, the following is what Trine got from her mother: Candy1 and Candy2!

Also, as my birthday is now only two days away, Trine handed me some awesome bounty yesterday. A Team Fortress 2 inspired T-shirt. The message is pretty “internal” and I love it. Thanks. <3

I was going to write something about how completely inane Sony Ericsson has been designing their pc software as well, but I’ve written way too much already. Hopefully you’re all doing well, no matter how excruciating the weather around you may be. Bye. : )

So. What the Fuck. It’s midnight and I just woke up. On a Tuesday. I have like school and shit in thirteen hours. There’s no chance in hell I’ll be awake enough to go all the way in to Oslo. If anything I’ll fall asleep on the train and wake up in … Drammen. I have nightmares about waking up in Drammen.

Oh well, never mind that. Last Friday was an exciting one at thomasaj.com. We introduced The Friday Corner with Star Ranter Eirik “Xerox” Jensen. Each Friday he will post his interesting, user friendly, charming, witty and cozy rants about being a northerner living in Oslo. Unedited. Uncensored. It will be brutal. So, every Friday there will be a break from the usual whiny mcbitch rants of yours truly. Eirik owns the Fridays at Thomasaj.com. You have been warned. (if you have comments about The Friday Corner - but you do not dare to oppose the mighty “Xerox” - send me an email at thomas at thomasaj dot com)

Oh yeah, on the administrative side - I’ve added an RSS feed to the site. So whenever I (or Eirik) post something it will now automagically pop up in your RSS reader.

Last Friday we celebrated the first edition of TFC with some heavy duty gaming. You can see a big ass picture of Mr. Xerox in gaming mode here! (No, there’s no ass in the picture) We played some Army of Two and ate cupcakes made by SchiZo. It was pretty awesome, and we should do it again soon. Also on a gaming note - I’ve been playing the Call of Duty 4 campaign again. On the hardest difficulty this time around. It’s so fucking impossible I want to jam forks up the arse of every Infinity Ward employee. And their moms. Seriously, if I lose it and go bloody bananas on my bloody tv, 360, wall, window or girlfriend - I’m sending the receipt to them. Bloody wankers. >: (

Also, who would you rather fuck? Matt Damon or Ben Affleck? I’d say Matt Damon. Why? Well, if you squint (and are drunk to boot) Matt Damon might look a tad bit like me! So it would be like fucking myself. And who wouldn’t want to fuck themselves? Idiots. That’s who!

And just as a closing note. If you’re gonna go jogging in the middle of the road. In the middle of the night. YOU WEAR A REFLECTIVE VEST OR SOME KIND OF REFLECTING MATERIAL! I’ll drive over you next time, you retarded joggerman you..

Thomas out.
(Any swearing is me wanting to be Yahtzee. And it’s late. I shouldn’t be up.)

Hey yo BOOYAKASHA!!!

Welcome to the first edition of TFC. The. Friday. Corner. It’s my own little dedicated corner where I do some ranting, some franting, perhaps some manting. It all depends, baby. On the friday. And the corner. :)

So. Nothing happening here in TFC really. Except I’m working my ass off!!!

(writing this text)

It’s funny because it’s true. So. New games. Been playing Bully - Scholarship Ed. lately. It’s cool. Cool like pants. Gotta love kicking ass and chewing bubblegum. I’ve also been racing that old dog Colin McRae Rally : Dirt. It’s cool. Cool like shorts. Gotta love racing them dune buggies over the pearly sand. Watching the sun set behind the fjells whilst the clutch is shot in and out like a horny Cock shoots his head back and forth when watching the hens feed on the henny hen-food. The delicious sound of the gearlever shift back and forth between the gears… the turbo whining like an arab on fire. It’s great.

Spent some time in Oslo today. I gotz to say, I’m one familiar mutherfucker! I know my way both in and out of Oslo now. Also, I’m pretty confident when it comes to finding the slott. It must be my gaydar responding to Ari Behn. It’s funny because I don’t have a gaydar since I’m straight as an arrow. :)

(If you’re reading this, Ari McBehn — no hard feelings, and no hard penises (since I’m not a homosexual))

Thanks for reading this edition of the Friday Post\Corner. I opt for Post. Sounds much better.

Eirik the Xerox Guest-ranter signing off

Wishing you a good-ass weekend!