ASATRON

Never come back is the latest somg from ASATRON. I talked to death and this is what I said… Listen and download for free at: http://asatron.bandcamp.com/track/never-come-back Never come back ASATRON             Download Share

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Visited the graveyard tonight.

It was so beautiful with all the candles.

It’s a tradition here to celebrate all saints day by light candles on the graves…

Every year I go to our local church to do so for the people I loved who are no longer with me…

This time it was special because the death of my father is so close.

I also went into the church to listen to the organist who played so beautiful…

I cried a bit and tried to send a message to my father.

I love you.

On Thursday I’ll be back for the funeral…

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10.While The Birds Are Flying South by Asatron (http://www.asatron.se/)
11.Never Turn Back by Egon

Leaves are changing colours
as they’re reaches for the sun
whispering my name
as they’re falling to the ground
Memories are hidden
in the feathers and the cries
Leaving me alone
When they search for warmer skies

Stole my love and put it in a suitcase
Lost and forgotten
as you’re traveling west

But the birds are flying south
While the birds are flying south

Emptiness and silence
it’s all you left behind
a scent of summer slowly fades away
a lonely star reminds me
of the night of passion so blind
You took my heart and left
I choosed to stay

Preparing for the storm
I fight alone
Covering my face
Hiding in my home

While the birds are flying south
While the birds are flying south

As the birds are flying
As the birds are dying

While the birds are flying south
While the birds are flying…

south

Birds are flying
away
Please stay
don’t do away
Don’t go away
Please stay
When the birds are flying
When the birds are flying

As the birds are flying south
While the birds are flying south…

Don’t know why I didn’t release this song before…
I like it very much.
It tries to describe how it feels to be left alone…
A feeling I’m too familiar with theese days…
I give you
While the birds are flying south.

Minnesalbum.

Tomorrow I’ll meet the priest to plan the funeral…

I don’t believe in any special God, not more than I believe in any Satan…

But. I believe in some kind of force that makes connections between

souls possible. Or.. not exactly souls, I just can’t find another word right now.

I believe my cat is the messenger…

But, tomorrow I’ll meet the priest and we’ll create a very beautiful funeral for my loved father.

He loved to sail and today I thought about this song for the program:

Vem kan segla för utan vind?
Vem kan ro utan åror?
Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin,
utan att fälla tårar?

Jag kan segla för utan vind
Jag kan ro utan åror
Men ej skiljas från vännen min
utan att fälla tårar

Who can sail without wind?
Who can roe without oars?
Who can part from a dear friend,
without a tear on your chin?

I can sail without wind
I can roe without oars
But I can’t part from a dear friend
without a tear on my chin

Today we went to the undertaker to plan for my father’s funeral.

I and my mum were totally lost but the nice lady guided us very gently through all decisions…

I really liked the way she treated my father’s name with dignity.

She helped us to create an ad for the papers, pick a coffin and order flowers.

The funeral will be Thursday 10/11 in our local church.

We have decided which songs and psalms we like and my sister’s husband’s going to play the cello.

My sister and I thought about singing something together, my father would have loved that, but we realize that we’ll not be able to…

I went to see my father at the hospital after he passed away and I have to admit that I was a little bit worried before the meeting,( I have never met a dead person before) but when I saw him and held his hand I realized how calm he’d become and that his struggle was over. At last he found peace. An I know we’ll meet again. In fact I believe that he visited me the night he died. I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and I went up to take a pill at the same time he died… I think he was there to say goodbye and found a way to wake me up…

He was my dad and he was always there for me. I’ll miss him for the rest of my life but he’s  with me in my heart.

He liked to make jokes and I look forward to his visits from the “other side”…

It’s not goodbye – it’s “we’ll meet again” .