... da jeg helt tydelig er inne i en litt mørkere periode enn på lenge, vil jeg gjerne få anbefale enda en sang av Jack Johnson som virkelig, virkelig sier det jeg føler. It spells it all out.

"Traffic in the Sky" - On & On

there’s traffic in the sky and it doesn't seem to be getting much better
there’s kids playing games on the pavement
drawing waves on the pavement
shadows of the planes on the pavement

it's enough to make me cry but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
maybe it's a dream and if i scream it will burst at the seams
this whole place will fall into pieces and then they'd say…

well how could we have known?i'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
if you keep adding stones soon the water will be lost in the well (chorus)

puzzle pieces in the ground but no one ever seems to be digging
instead they're looking up towards the heavens with their eyes on the heavens
there are shadows on the way to the heavens
it's enough to make me cry but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
the answers could be found
we could learn from digging down
but no one ever seems to be digging

instead they’ll say… (chorus)

words of wisdom all around but no one ever seems to listen
they’re talking about their plans on the paper
building up from the pavement
there are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement
it’s enough to make me sigh but that don’t seem like it would make it feel better
the words are all around but the words are only sounds and no one ever seems to listen

instead they’ll say… (chorus)

... ja jeg har tilbrakt det siste døgnet på å hylgrine over... hold deg fast... reportasjen i fredagens a-magasin om plastikkposene som kveler verden (jeg kommer nok tilbake til dette temaet senere). Jeg er så lei meg, fordi jeg kunne bare ønske at vi alle visste svaret og at vi alle hadde et genuint ønske om å være snille med hverandre. Jah, it all comes down to this. Hvorfor kan vi ikke bare være snille med hverandre?

- men uansett da, jeg er fortsatt et menneske ved mine fulle fem, jeg er bare veldig følsom, og dette med disse plastposene er veldig viktig for meg. Dvs. dere som har motatt telefon med en hylgrinende meg i andre enden og ikke fortstått annet enn at en fugl har blitt kvelt av hankene på en plastpose, så kan jeg si at jeg fortsatt finner en grunn til å stå opp om morgenen, lese spesped pensum, ta ansiktsmaske (!), spise og drikke te osv. osv. Så slapp av. Men tenk over teksten dere. Gjør endelig det.