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Enter the DIKTATORIUM |
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I started playing music 1980 for fun. I love music and thats what kept me going. My daytime work is cutting metal-pieces with a laser beam. My mission is to steal rock and roll back to the working class to maintain its rawness and spontanity. I play drums because I’m a primitive man.
My first band was the Ghosts, playing with the guitar genius Amund Saxegaard and the flamboyant Christian Schelwer. Other bands I’ ve played in are :Paal Flaata and the Chickenbrains. Memphis News, Anticlimax, root and beat band, Kjellweez and scream Opera.
What I do in my spare time: listening to music, write, read a line or two from a book, watch some crap on the TV. Or just turn of the stereo and telly and smoke sigarettes drink black coffee and turn the frequency of my head into the monotone sound of the fridge or washing machine. I’m probably the most boring person in the band with my clean cut clothes and babyface. I also like to get drunk in the week-ends to get a distance from the real life. I was called Battie after a provocative punk girl on the Tv in 80’s, I changed it to Batty when I fell of my trolley in 97.
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My fauvorite actors are : Mickey Rourke and Johnny Depp
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My fauvorite films are : ’Leolo’ and ’2002 a space oddysey’
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My favourite bands are : Creeps, Pixies and Lords of the new church
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My favourite song is : ’Sebastian’ by Steve Harley Cockney rebel
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My favorite album: The Beatles, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
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My favourite writer is : Jens Bjørneboe
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My favouirite books are : The Trilogy of Evil
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My favourute drinks are : Becks beer and Løitens Linie Aquavite
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My favourite food is : sheeps head
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What I think of my hometown : This town needs an enema to wash the nepotism and moneymakers of the street.
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Then there was a look in his eyes like black holes in the sky
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| Book for sale: |
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100,- (NOK)
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Bjarte Lind: no.com
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mail me or write to:
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Bjarte Karlsen
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Edv. Myhres vei 7G
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3738 SKIEN
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If you want to order my book write to : battie@spray.no ( batty was taken )
battie@spray.no
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Here is a couple of my poems in norwegian :
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eroder eller dø
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Når dine to øyne ekploderer
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som to biller
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på et motorsykkel-visir.
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Vet jeg at
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det er over.
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Likevel elsker jeg deg
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til enden av verden.
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avkoblet
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Uskadeliggjort er kroppen
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Uten organer
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Uutslettet og allikevel
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en
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Hevet bolledeig uten sans
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og samling i hvert lem.
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Navlen titter frem der strengen er klippet
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av slik armer og ben ikke kommer frem.
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Tanken svinner hen der det ingen hode finnes
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Tenk deg ikke
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Former er intakt
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I takt med tiden
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eller fins det et ode for han som hadde lyst klokka ni
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på origami.
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Uten å føle tekstilene
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Uten å føle testiklene
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En innbakt følelse uten at vaflene smaker
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Raser taket er det ingen utvei. Brei er veien
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Du ikke skal gå.
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Å er det nogen der inne, er det noget at finne.
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Hører du, føler du
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mitt sukk, sukrer ditt bryst.
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going up
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