Patrik Bengtsson

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Outside the big white monumental house, when you put
the earphones over my ears.

That day when reality came into being, when it
transformed itself into what it will always be sensed.

That night when it beacame bigger as it ever can be ,
everything was now clear. For the first time I was aware
that lightness and darkness existed, that I could stick to
things called the truth. For the first time I was aware
about the most obvious thing—where we are in a totally wrong
place.

Through the earphones we´ve recruited an army—at least I
think we still belong to it?

We don"t see each other so much nowadays,
do we still fight mutual enemys?
Are we still as daring in our close fights?

I want to live the life they talk about in their
lyrics, as the myths, thats why i had to create you,
my windmills, to fight you so my life feels
miningfull.

I use earphones on promenades, they transport me to
someplace better. I have a drum set in my parents
basement, it has transformed itself into a respirator
a couple of times.

I have buried the euphoria and the most beautiful to
move forward. They only became truly alive when they
became eternal.
i showed you the spaceship that took me here, I showed you
my enemies and the shield that saved me. Us.