• You are not my type

    FREN AND A BOY CALLED UB

  • Street maps

    Do people that cross our paths, fit our street maps?

  • I just finished the lyrics after nearly two years. - I have my day job and raise my children -. And it now came to me that being not someone’s type is like not fitting in someone’s street map. I think most of us hold some projection of the future. That projection in fact is on top of our chemistry, what we more or less unconsciously feel. UB boy and Fren attracted each other and the funny thing is that they already attracted each other before they were within chemical reach. Anyway, projection over chemistry translates into: you’re not my type, so let’s meet.

  • Street maps come in two flavours I believe. Having a premonition or some glance of what’s coming is one flavour. The other one is what we wish what should happen in our favour. UB boy didn’t fit Fren’s projection, but their streets did cross. And they chose to walk along together. As they walked they reviewed each other’s street maps. To some extent they merged. But as with Beep* it is decisive in what phase people are. Beep* and Boop* were lovers, but UB boy and Fren were friends and that gives more room to position. Still there was too little time and not enough peace to go down the road. And maybe their friendship was too close to partnership after all.

  • Fren & a Boy called UB - November 10th 2017
    You are not my type
    Dear Fren, indeed a beautiful smile. I'd like to steal some of that joy. Tell me, what do you love to do? Let me hear your voice. I like your messages UB, but I ran into someone totally my type. I should not split my attention. So I’m not ready and you’re twice my age. Please talk to me. Wow! So mr. Right half your age dumped you. For an appointment with his dentist? Is her smile less frighteningly beautiful than yours..? Is that a man to not withstand such breeze. I am storm proof Baby, I’ll give you worth your money! …Hello Baby, are you still there? Hello?! Not very Cool Frenny Dear. Bye. I’m hurt dr. UB, heal my soul. Come on Baby, I wanna see you. But you’re not my type? Please talk to me… I feel so lost and here’s a friend. You pulled me in, your picture did. This crossing we Met. There’s a reason for That. You are not my type. But you make me feel great. Friendship is worth a 1000 Golden Years. Maybe even more worth than…