Min musik!

Feel the pulse, it’s running through our veins
Electric lights, we’re dancing through the haze
A rhythm that’s addictive, can’t let go
We’re moving to the beat, now let it flow

We’re rising higher, higher
Higher off the sound
We’re rising higher, higher
Higher off the sound

Underneath the neon sky, we shine
Every pulse, it’s yours and every beat is mine
Together we’re igniting like a flame
This synth will keep us going, play your game

We’re rising higher, higher
Higher off the sound
We’re rising higher, higher
Higher off the sound

Feel the night, oh it’s electric,
In this life, we’re so connected,
Through the stars, our hearts are lifted,
Higher off the sound

We’re rising higher, higher
Higher off the sound

Thor was the god who wielded mighty thunder
In the realms of yore
Thor left his throne in Asgard, eternal
For Midgard’s open door

Thunder, thunder
Feel the power, hear the roar
Thunder, thunder
Wisdom of the ancient lore

Mighty Mjölnir sparkled with lightning
Guided by his hand
All the foes around him knew his fury
In every battlefield land

Thunder, thunder
Feel the power, hear the roar
Thunder, thunder
Wisdom of the ancient lore

Rise, Thor, rise
Guardian of the skies
Rise, Thor, rise
Hear the battle cries

Thunder, thunder
Feel the power, hear the roar
Thunder, thunder
Wisdom of the ancient lore

Prästens lilla kråka
skulle ut och åka,
ingen hade hon som körde.

Prästens lilla kråka
skulle ut och åka,
ingen hade hon som körde.

Än slank hon hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

Än slank hon hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

Prästens lilla kråka
skulle ut och åka,
ingen hade hon som körde.

Prästens lilla kråka
skulle ut och åka,
ingen hade hon som körde.

Än slank hon hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

Än slank hon hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

Än slank hot hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

Än slank hon hit och
än slank hon dit,
och än slank hon ner i diket.

In the city streets, where the traffic flows, There’s a love story that nobody knows
Between a gas engine and an electric heart, They found each other, never to part.
It’s a hybrid love, burning bright, Day and night, they’re a perfect sight.

Electric sparks and gasoline dreams, Together they drive, in sync it seems.
It’s a hybrid love, a harmonious blend, Where opposites attract, and boundaries bend.

In the streets they roam, side by side, A testament to love’s electrifying ride.
It’s a hybrid love, burning bright, Day and night, they’re a perfect sight.

Electric sparks and gasoline dreams, Together they drive, in sync it seems.

In the heart of Cupertino town,
Where iPhones grow, all shiny and renown,
There’s an Apple orchard, oh so sweet,
Where MacBooks dance to a funky beat.

Apple, Apple, in the morning light,
iPads giggling, taking flight
Siri’s sipping cider, coding with glee,
Apple Watch waltzing under the tree

Tim Cook struts by, wearing AirPods,
He says, ”Hey, Mac Mini, show me the odds!”
The MacBook Pro does a twirl and a spin,
While the iPhones snaps a selfie grin

Apple, Apple, in the morning light,
iPads giggling, taking flight
Siri’s sipping cider, coding with glee,
Apple Watch waltzing under the tree

The Apple Pencil draws a fruity line,
And the Apple TV does the moonwalk fine
The Mac Pro raps about RAM and speed,
While the HomePod sings, ”Hey, Siri, indeed!”

Apple, Apple, in the morning light,
iPads giggling, taking flight
Siri’s sipping cider, coding with glee,
Apple Watch waltzing under the tree

So if you want tech that’s fresh and fun,
Join the Apple groove, everyone!
From Cupertino to your pocket or wrist,
Apple’s the brand that can’t be missed!

Veckans dagar är så många, ofta är de jättelånga
Men när nå'nting ska bli gjort, då går dagarna för fort
Måndag sätter jag igång, tisdag, veckan är så lång
Onsdag, det blir säkert klart, torsdag, om jag sätter fart
Fredag, inte blir jag klar, lördag, inga dagar kvar
Söndag, slut på veckans alla da'r

Måndag tar jag nya tag, kaffe macka än en dag
Tisdag är det stress och spring, måste skynda måste tvinga
Onsdag blir det möte sent, trött och sliten vill jag hem
Torsdag frukost kall och grå, orkar knappt jobba då
Fredag, inte blir jag klar, lördag, inga dagar kvar
Söndag, slut på veckans alla da'r

Veckans dagar är så många, ofta är de jättelånga
Men när nå'nting ska bli gjort, då går dagarna för fort
Måndag sätter jag igång, tisdag, veckan är så lång
Onsdag, det blir säkert klart, torsdag, om jag sätter fart
Fredag, inte blir jag klar, lördag, inga dagar kvar
Söndag, slut på veckans alla da'r

In the halls of Asgard, where lightning cracks the sky, Loki, the trickster god, with mischief in his eye
His laughter echoes thunder, his grin a wicked flame, He dances on the edge of chaos, playing life’s wild game.

Loki, oh Loki, the master of disguise, Shapeshifting through realms, where secrets and lies arise. He weaves illusions like a tapestry of fate, A cosmic rebel, defying Odin’s weight.

”Loki, Loki, storm-bringer of old, With a heart of fire and a soul untold. He rides the tempest, lightning in his veins, God of mischief, forever unchained.”

He stole Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, just for kicks, Challenged giants, danced with death, played his tricks. His laughter echoed through Yggdrasil’s roots, A symphony of chaos, where gods and mortals dispute.

He whispered in Odin’s ear, sowed seeds of discord, A serpent’s tongue, weaving fate’s intricate cord. He reveled in chaos, a cosmic dance of glee, Loki, the enigma, defying destiny.

”Loki, Loki, storm-bringer of old, With a heart of fire and a soul untold. He rides the tempest, lightning in his veins, God of mischief, forever unchained.”

The Bifrost quivered as he stepped between worlds, A grin like wildfire, his banner unfurled. He toyed with fate’s threads, spun them into knots, A celestial rebel, defying all plots.

”Loki, Loki, storm-bringer of old, With a heart of fire and a soul untold. He rides the tempest, lightning in his veins, God of mischief, forever unchained.”

And when Ragnarök looms, and the world trembles, Loki grins, for chaos is his domain, he assembles. He’ll dance on the edge of oblivion’s abyss, The god of thunder, forever amiss.

In the halls of Asgard, where the gods convene, Odin sits on his throne, a vision unseen. His eye, a burning sun, pierces through the night, A warlord, a sage, a force of ancient might.

Riding Sleipnir, the eight-legged steed, Across the realms, where fate and destiny bleed. His spear, Gungnir, strikes thunder and flame, A symphony of chaos, a warrior’s acclaim.

Odin! Odin! The All-Father’s call,
Odin! Odin! The one who stands tall.
In the forge of Valhalla, he hammers our fate,
Odin! Odin! The god we celebrate.

He weaves the runes, whispers secrets untold, The language of magic, the power to behold. His ravens, Huginn and Muninn, soar high, Seeking wisdom, unraveling the sky. In the mead halls, warriors raise their horns, Toasting to Odin, their battles reborn. He dances with Valkyries, fierce and wild, A tempest of fury, a god undefiled.

Odin! Odin! The All-Father’s call,
Odin! Odin! The one who stands tall.
In the forge of Valhalla, he hammers our fate,
Odin! Odin! The god we celebrate.

His cloak of shadows veils ancient scars, A sacrifice made for wisdom among the stars. He whispers prophecies, etching fate’s design,
Guiding us through battles, across the divine.

Odin! The thunderous roar,
Odin! Forevermore.
In the fires of Ragnarök, he’ll blaze,
Odin! The god of endless days.

In the realm of frost, ’neath the northern sky,
Freyja reigns with a warrior’s cry.
Her chariot drawn by cats so bold,
Through the fields of battle, in the days of old.

Freyja, goddess of the war and love,
Your valor shines from the heavens above.
With Brisingamen upon your breast,
You bring the fallen warriors rest.

In the golden halls where the brave may dwell,
Freyja’s whispers weave their spell.
She calls to the hearts of those who dare,
To fight with honor, her love to share.

Through the mists of time, her tales are told,
Of a beauty fierce and a spirit bold.
In the dance of swords, in the lover’s embrace,
Freyja’s presence fills the sacred space.

Freyja, mistress of the seidr’s art,
You kindle passion, you heal the heart.
With falcon wings, you take to flight,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.

In a realm of lore, where tales entwine, A prince found love, not the usual kind.
With eyes like emeralds, and skin of jade, A frog he cherished, in the glen where they stayed.

Oh, my dear frog, with your croak so sweet, In the moonlit pond, where our two worlds meet. I loved you as you were, not for a crown, But for the joy you brought, without a frown.

A kiss of hope, under the starry frame, But alas, the magic, it didn’t stay the same.
For the frog I adored, with a leap and a twirl, Became a princess, not the creature of my world.

In the silence of the night, I ponder alone, For the love I lost, and the unknown.
The lily pads whisper, the crickets sing, Of a prince and his frog, and the sorrow it brings.

Oh, my dear frog, with your croak so sweet, In the moonlit pond, where our two worlds meet. I loved you as you were, not for a crown, But for the joy you brought, without a frown.

So here I stand, by the water’s edge, With a heavy heart, I make this pledge.
To cherish the memories, of the love that was true, For the frog I loved, and the princess I never knew.

We’re trapped in the matrix, can’t break free, Notifications screaming, “Look at me!” Our minds are wired, our hearts are cold, We’re slaves to the algorithm, our stories untold.

Digital trap, it’s a rock ‘n’ roll curse, We’re drowning in data, our souls immersed. Swipe left, swipe right, it’s all the same, We’re prisoners of progress, playing the game.

We’re lost in the echo, the virtual abyss, Our eyes are bloodshot, our fingertips kiss. We’re chasing likes, chasing fame, chasing dreams, But the real world is fading, bursting at the seams.

We’re trapped in the matrix, can’t break free, Notifications screaming, “Look at me!” Our minds are wired, our hearts are cold, We’re slaves to the algorithm, our stories untold.

Digital trap, it’s a rock ‘n’ roll curse, We’re drowning in data, our souls immersed. Swipe left, swipe right, it’s all the same, We’re prisoners of progress, playing the game.

The screens are our stage, the likes our applause, But deep down, we’re empty, lost in the cause. Digital trap, it’s a hard rock scream, Break the chains, find redemption, wake from the dream.

In Jokkmokk’s embrace, where the wild winds sing, The midnight sun dances, and the northern lights ring. Mountains stand as sentinels, in the twilight’s gleam, By the mountain lakes’ serenity, we live the dream.

Jokkmokk, land of the midnight blaze, Where the sun never sets, and the stars amaze.
In the winter’s hush, or the summer’s glow, We find our rhythm, in the snow.

The air so fresh, it whispers purity, In the vast wilderness, we find security.
Reindeer paths cross lands untouched by time, In Jokkmokk’s heart, the world is sublime.

Jokkmokk, land of the midnight blaze, Where the sun never sets, and the stars amaze.
In the winter’s hush, or the summer’s glow, We find our rhythm, in the snow.

From the darkest winters to the summers bright, Jokkmokk shines, a beacon of light.
With each breath of the crisp, clean air, We’re one with nature, without a care.

Jokkmokk, land of the midnight blaze, Where the sun never sets, and the stars amaze.
In the winter’s hush, or the summer’s glow, We find our rhythm, in the snow. x2

So let’s sing for Jokkmokk, our northern crown, Where the days are endless, and the nights renown. In this Arctic paradise, our spirits soar, Jokkmokk, our home, forevermore.

Jokkmokk, land of the midnight blaze, Where the sun never sets, and the stars amaze.
In the winter’s hush, or the summer’s glow, We find our rhythm, in the snow.

In the heart of Jokkmokk, where the northern lights dance, There’s a buzz in the air, a chance to advance. Jokknet Fiber’s got a ride that’s oh so sweet, A VW ID Buzz, electric and complete.

”Buzzin’ down the highway, wheels hummin’ low, Jokknet’s ID Buzz, watch it go! Fiber-optic speed, connected and free, Jokkmokk’s pride, that’s our ID Buzz spree!”

Through snow-kissed landscapes, it silently glides, A symphony of electrons, where tradition collides. From Google Fonts to fiber-optic streams, Jokknet’s got the future in its seams.

”Buzzin’ down the highway, wheels hummin’ low, Jokknet’s ID Buzz, watch it go! Fiber-optic speed, connected and free, Jokkmokk’s pride, that’s our ID Buzz spree!”

”In the land of reindeer and midnight sun, Our electric steed, the chosen one. From fjälls to fjords, it weaves its tale, Jokknet’s ID Buzz, a legend set sail.”

”Buzzin’ down the highway, wheels hummin’ low, Jokknet’s ID Buzz, watch it go! Fiber-optic speed, connected and free, Jokkmokk’s pride, that’s our ID Buzz spree!”

Zap through the tundra, no emissions in sight, ID Buzz’s soul dances with the Northern Lights. So raise a toast to Jokknet’s ride, The VW Buzz, our electric pride. From Jokkmokk’s heart to the world so wide, We ride the future, side by side.

In the heart of the wild, where the moose roam free, There’s a little town called Jokkmokk, you see.
They dreamed of Netflix, streaming in HD, But the internet connection? Well, that’s a mystery.

Jokknet came to town with their fiber-optic dreams, Promising lightning-fast speeds, or so it seems. But the forest laughed, the rivers scoffed, ”Good luck laying cables through our rugged turf!”

Oh, Jokknet, Jokknet, what have you done? Your routers are lost in the midnight sun. The reindeer chewed the wires, the bears took a byte,
And the squirrels? They’re downloading Fortnite.

The techs arrived with hard hats and drills, Ready to conquer the wilderness hills. But the trees whispered secrets, the lakes murmured warnings, ”Beware, for our roots will tangle your mornings.”

Jokknet dug trenches, cursed at the rocks, Their progress slower than a dial-up box. The mosquitoes swarmed, the snowstorms raged, And the beavers built dams around their fiber stage.

Oh, Jokknet, Jokknet, what have you done? Your routers are lost in the midnight sun. The reindeer chewed the wires, the bears took a byte,
And the squirrels? They’re downloading Fortnite.

They tried satellite dishes, but the auroras danced, Blocking signals with colors that made no sense.
The locals shrugged, sipped their lingonberry tea, ”Maybe we’ll stick to carrier pigeons, you see.”

Oh, Jokknet, Jokknet, what have you done? Your routers are lost in the midnight sun. The reindeer chewed the wires, the bears took a byte,
And the squirrels? They’re downloading Fortnite.

So here’s to Jokknet, the brave and the bold, Still fighting for Wi-Fi in the Arctic cold. They’ll keep laying cables, chasing their dream,
While the northern lights laugh and the rivers gleam.

Jokknet, oh Jokknet, may your pings be strong, In the land of forests and midnight song. And when the wolves howl, and the snowflakes fall, May your broadband connect us all.

In the heart of the swamp, where the cattails sway, Lived a frog named Groovy Gus, once full of play. His ribbit used to echo through the moonlit night, But lately, something’s changed, and it don’t feel right.

”I used to two-step on lily pads, kick up my heels, But now my hop’s gone flat, and my joy congeals.” Groovy Gus sighed, staring at the murky stream, Wondering where his rhythm went, lost in a dream.

Oh, Groovy Gus, where’s your twang and your sway? Your banjo’s silent, your fiddle’s put away. You used to waltz with fireflies, under the moon so bright, But now you’re just a frog, lost in the fading light.

He’d once yodel by the fireflies’ glow, His tadpole friends would cheer, ”Go, Gus, go!”
But the swamp’s got heavy, like a worn-out boot, Groovy Gus wonders if he’s lost his hoot.

”I miss the jamborees, the bullfrog blues, My banjo’s gathering dust, my spirit’s bruised.” He strums a rusty chord, eyes filled with regret, Hoping to find his groove, a melody to reset.

Notes like raindrops, falling slow,
Groovy Gus searches for his mojo, don’t you know?
He’ll find it in the fireflies’ flicker, the cricket’s hum,
A country rhythm waiting for him to strum.

Oh, Groovy Gus, where’s your twang and your sway?
Your banjo’s silent, your fiddle’s put away.
You used to waltz with fireflies, under the moon so bright,
But now you’re just a frog, lost in the fading light.

But wait! A bullfrog chorus joins the scene,
They croak encouragement, ”Gus, find your sheen!”
Groovy Gus takes a breath, his heart starts to throb,
And with a leap and a holler, he rediscovers his groove.

In a meadow green and wide, There lived a donkey with a stride.
His name was Benny, oh so merry, Always grinning, never weary.

While others sighed and fretted, Benny danced and laughed, unpetted.
He’d say, ”Why frown when skies are blue? Life’s a journey, let’s enjoy the view!”

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see, For Benny knew the secret: choose glee!

When raindrops fell upon his back, Benny’d shake them off, never lose track. He’d sing a tune, ears wiggling free, ”Rain’s just nature’s way of watering me!”

While others grumbled about mud and mire, Benny’d splash and twirl, his heart on fire.
He’d say, ”Life’s too short for gloomy days, Let’s dance in puddles, chase the sun’s rays!”

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see, For Benny knew the secret: choose glee!

One day, a wise owl perched nearby, Said, ”Benny, why so happy? Tell me why.” Benny grinned and flicked his tail, ”Because joy’s contagious, and it’ll never fail!”

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see, For Benny knew the secret: choose glee!

And so, my friends, let’s learn from Benny, Embrace life’s quirks, be jolly and uncanny. For even in the darkest stall or sunniest glen, We can be like Benny—happy donkeys, now and then.

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see, For Benny knew the secret: choose glee!

When raindrops fell upon his back, Benny’d shake them off, never lose track. He’d sing a tune, ears wiggling free, ”Rain’s just nature’s way of watering me!”

While others grumbled about mud and mire, Benny’d splash and twirl, his heart on fire. He’d say, ”Life’s too short for gloomy days, Let’s dance in puddles, chase the sun’s rays!”

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see, For Benny knew the secret, choose glee!

One day, a wise owl perched nearby,
Said, ”Benny, why so happy? Tell me why.” Benny grinned and flicked his tail, ”Because joy’s contagious, and it’ll never fail!”

Oh, Benny the donkey, with hooves so light, He’d prance through fields from morning to night. No burdens weighed him down, you see,
For Benny knew the secret, choose glee!