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Når natten falder
Skrevet af Knud Kjølhede Petersen

Fra din tid, hvor skyggerne blev til
hvisker du løgne i et stille spil
bygger troner på frygt, manipulation
kalder mørket, succesfuld præstation

Du vandrer skjult bag masker af kontrol
en hersker uden nåde, uden sjæl og mål
Du binder sind med tvivlens tyranni
og sælger håb som tom ideologi

Min machete hviler i sin stund
når jeg har lukket mund
Var dig. usling, den kløver smerte
lader blodet springe, sådan er det

Din ondskab, dit selvforræderiske dynasti
går hånd i hånd og hersker uden pli.
Uden moralsk og intellektuel uafhængighed
findes der intet fundament for national kærliged

Vi genkender dig verdens fyrste, du denne verdens gud
og når din tid er omme, så smides du endeligt ud...

Når mørket falder, står sandheden klar
dit rige forgår, som det altid var
Donald din tid kommer og at finde
når vi med glæde ser dig forevigt forssvinde ...

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Presidential
Skrevet af Knud Kjølhede Petersen

A white pedestal…
Standing too tall for the truth it carries.
And on it, a half‑old man—
Mr. Dump toy.
He hums his hymn: “I’ve got the whole world in my hand…”
But the world does not hum back.

Up on that pedestal, porcelain throne,
FunnyBoy flexin’ like he carved the stone.
He sings that line like he owns the land—
but he’s holdin’ a snow globe, not the world in his hand.
Hair sprayed thick like a curtain at night,
coverin’ a rumor he keeps outta sight.
He walks like thunder but talks like a breeze,
gettin’ tricked by “friends” with the simplest tease.

You ain’t holdin’ the world, that’s a plastic toy—
whole crowd laughin’, “Dump toy!”
Claim king status? We checked—decoy.
You buy the lie, they sell the ploy.

Friends fade, Dump toy…
Not because they vanished,
but because they stopped applauding.
And the ones who stayed?
They were never yours.
They were watching… calculating…
Waiting for the moment you’d believe their smiles again.

Yo, he got no crew, his old team dipped,
now ex‑opps cheer him like the script got flipped.
They butter him up like a breadstick snack,
pat his shoulder while they rob his pack.
“Boss, you brilliant!” they grin real wide,
while picking his pockets from the other side.
He’s yellin’ “Checkmate!” in a game gone wrong—
bro, you’re shoutin’ UNO in a chessboard song.

Pedestal shiny—ego colossal,
anthem on loop like a gospel apostle.
Hair full of secrets, thinning disguise,
door to his truth locked behind lies.
Old foes “friends”? Man, that’s fraud in drag—
they wave his flag while snatchin’ the bag.

He’s the emperor’s clothes with the tags intact,
sellin’ wolf tickets—ain’t a single fact.
Falls for cons in HD replay,
world zooms in like, “There he goes… ay.”
He calls it power, but he’s graspin’ smoke,
every handshake’s staged like a carnival joke.
He shouts “I lead!” but he trails the pack—
even shadows don’t follow him back.

You ain’t holdin’ the world, that’s a plastic toy—
sit down, Mr. FunnyBoy.
Old enemies smile, but they don’t enjoy—
they just play you like a broken decoy.

Look at them, FunnyBoy…
the ones you call allies.
They clap for you, yes—
but not because they believe.
They clap
because the noise
keeps you from hearing
the truth.

They steer his steps like a marionette show,
pullin’ strings so smooth he’ll never know.
He’s the headline clown in a one-man parade,
maskin’ his doubts with a home‑made shade.
World sees everything—rearview clear,
every lie, every whisper, every “yessir” cheer.
He thinks he’s feared, but he’s used like a tool,
played by the players while he plays the fool.

Talk big… fall hard!

Yo… you talk big? Ha! Watch this…

You talk big, but you broke in the brain,
spitting nonsense like it’s champagne.
Flex online, but you got no game,
your whole vibe’s weak – straight up lame.

You rise like holy, think you’re divine,
but angels fall – and you’re first in line.
You bark loud, but you bite like air,
claiming you savage? Nobody care.

Keyboard king with a plastic crown,
you flex online, but you’re breaking down.
You want fames? Better check that tone,
‘cause words can cut like a sharpened stone.

Hook
Talk big, fall hard!
You ain’t ready for this boulevard.
Run your mouth, but you got no card,
Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!

You preach freedom, but you don’t know law,
your logic’s raw, like a broken saw.
You wanna fight? Better check that tone,
‘cause words can cut like a sharpened stone.

You’re loud online, but quiet in real,
keyboard warrior with zero steel.
You think you’re fire, but you’re just smoke,
a bad joke in a worn-out cloak.

Rise up? Nah, you’re sinking fast,
your glory days? They never last.
You’re chasing clout, but you’re out of gas,
Talk big, fall hard – that’s your class!

[Bridge]
So keep on talking, keep on lying, (Lie!)
your empire’s burning, your crown is dying. (Burn!)
You wanted fame, but you got disgrace,
Talk big, fall hard – now leave this place! (Get out!)

Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!
Talk big… fall hard!
Next time you speak, better read the law…
Cause words can kill – and you just saw.

(united states of asshole you are dum ... regards to Mister Dump)

Under mørkets flor

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Jeg har skrevet en del tekster over årene (fra 1980'erne til nu) - og flere af dem har jeg sat #KI musik til - ja, det er ikke mig der synger, og vær glad for det.

Via Https://www.youtube.com/@knudkp/playlists ser du de playlister jeg har oprettet på YouTube, med min musik - fx "Berusende ro" fra playlisten: Sort og hvid - https://youtu.be/i3Y17shPoH0?si=Ph6X9YoiSL-gER7I

- Onmsdag eftermiddag
- Brudstykker
- Evigheden
- Et øjeblik
- Hundeæde
- Sort og hvid