Sommarkatt - Loke

Hon lg utstrckt p en snderfestad guldglittrande strand

Och sommarsolen kittla' hennes gonlock.

En rizlarullad rk rykte I hennes ena hand

Och det glittrade som guld I varje dreadlock.

Hon hade badat nyss med alla klder p Nu lg hon yr och varm och vt.

Hon kunde inte fr sitt unga liv frst

Vad det var som hon skrattade t.

Och med sand I sitt hr nyss fyllda arton r Var hon vacker som en vildkatt, lika skitig och smal.

Lika brinnande vild som sjlva frihetens sinnebild.

Tredje dagen p en Hultsfredsfestival.

Han kom ut som ur en dimma ur ett fyramannatlt.

Han sg regnbgsfrger, stjrnfall.

Allting dansade.

Med hans lokalsinne och minne var det lika illa stllt

Han visste inte vart han ville s han chansade.

Han hade vart hr varje r sen -95

Var lika van som I sitt hem.

En festivalrv och en partyiller men…

… nu hade han gtt vilse igen.

Och solbrnd och rd fll han likt en hjltedd

Och han landade p stranden berusad och matt.

Han var nitad och blind nr ngon rrde hans kind.

S brjade en saga med ett skratt.

En saga om en rv och om en katt.

Det blev kaos och fest det var ett krleksmanifest.

De dansa vackrast utav alla p The Hives.

Genom Blur och Linkin Park och Hkan Hellstrm och The Ark

Till en Stage Dive under Soundtrack of our Lives.

Och de surfa p publiken p applderna och skriken

Sngarn yla som en varg I mikrofonen.

P ett hav av tusen hnder och p sndersupna strnder

Lg de lyckliga p rygg och sg p mnen.

P mnen…

En juninatt r lng men den tar slut I alla fall.

Sndagmorgon kom och den var bitter, gr och kall

Nr de kravla ur sitt snderslitna tlt.

Hela campingen stank fimp och msk och bakfull depression.

Och verallt drog mnniskor bort mot Hultsfreds tgstation.

Men d stllde han sig pltsligt p en Baja-maja ngon hade vlt.

Han sa: «Vilda vackra katt.

Jag drmde nt inatt

Och I den drmmen hade rstiderna vnt.

Att festivalen var frbi det sket vi fullstndigt I.

Vi fortsatte som om inget hade hnt.

Vi ska lifta till Berlin och prva kokain.

Jag har sparat femtonhundra och en sjuttifemma rom.

Det blir fan ingen hejd, vi ska g frst I Love Parade.

Tveka inte, neka inte!

Kom!

Kom och knn hur sommar’n brjar om!»

Men det r skillnad att va katt och rv och arton och tjufem.

Hon hade sommarjobb p lagret I en Ica-butik.

Hon hade lovat mamma dyrt att komma raka vgen hem

S pltsligt satt hon dr p kustpilen mot vstervik.

Ja hon for hem och han for ut p Interrail

De sa: «Vi hrs vl via mail».

Och dr hemma dr gick livet p rutin.

Men sommarn levde vidare I fantasin.

Dr str en vildkatt och en rv och ser p mnen frn ett hustak I Berlin.

She lay stretched out on a gold-glittered shore

And the summer sun tickles her gonlocks.

A rice-rolled rk reputation In her one hand

And it glittered like gold IN each dreadlock.

She had just bathed with all her clothes on. Now she lay dizzy and hot and wet.

She could not for her young life first

What it was that she laughed t.

And with sand In his hr just turned eighteen r Was she beautiful as a wildcat, as dirty and thin.

As fiery wild as the image of freedom itself.

Third day of a Hultsfred festival.

He came out of a four-man team as if out of a fog.

He saw rainbows, shooting stars.

Everything danced.

With his local sense and memory, it was just as bad

He didn't know where he wanted to go so he took a chance.

He had been here every year since -95

Be as used as in your home.

A festival rv and a partyer but…

… now he had lost his way again.

And sunburnt and red he fell like a helmet

And he landed on the beach drunk and dull.

He was riveted and blind when someone touched his cheek.

S broke a tale with a laugh.

A tale of an RV and a cat.

There was chaos and celebration, it was a manifesto of love.

They dance most beautifully of all at The Hives.

Through Blur and Linkin Park and Hkan Hellstrm and The Ark

To a Stage Dive during the Soundtrack of our Lives.

And they surf the crowd on the applause and screams

Sngarn howls like a wolf into the microphone.

On a sea of ​​a thousand hands and on sunken beaches

Put the lucky ones on their backs and see the faces.

P mmen…

A June night is long but it ends anyway.

Sunday morning came and it was bitter, gray and cold

When they crawl out of their tattered tent.

The whole campsite reeked of smut and msk and hungover depression.

And everywhere, people drew away towards Hultsfred's train station.

But then he suddenly stood on a Baja Mayan that someone had picked up.

He said: «Wild beautiful cat.

I had a dream last night

And in that dream the seasons had returned.

That the festival was over, we were completely sure.

We continued as if nothing had happened.

We're going to hitchhike to Berlin and try cocaine.

I have saved fifteen hundred and one seventy five roms.

There won't be any stopping, we're going to the Love Parade first.

Do not hesitate, do not deny!

Come on!

Come and feel how the summer is starting!”

But there is a difference between being a cat and a rv and eighteen and twenty-five.

She had a summer job in the warehouse of an Ica store.

She had promised her mother dearly to come straight home

So suddenly she was sitting there on the coastal arrow towards vstervik.

Yes, she went home and he went out on the Interrail

They said: «We hours vl by mail».

And there at home, life went on as usual.

But the summer lived on In imagination.

The Dr. caressing a wild cat and a donkey and watching them from a rooftop in Berlin.