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I’d Say It Was You

For many days my friends
had wanted to get me out of the house
and yesterday at night
they dragged me
to a new place
with home-made pizzas.
They really liked it:
there’s Italian music playing,
there are colourful chairs
around every table.
Someone orders
the best of wines à la carte.
And when I take the first sip,
there it hits me,
like the tip of a sword:
a voice I wasn’t expecting.
I’d say it was you,
a few tables more further back,
dining with someone whom I don’t know.
I’d swear it was you;
you were talking about work
and you were laughing with the one
whom I don’t know.
And it’s so strange,
and it’s so absurd.
I daren’t turn my head;
I don’t want it to be you.
 
And I notice that my friends
drag on the conversation
and talk about summer
and I don’t know what about Formentera1.
I can only hear
a voice
that drives me into despair.
I remember you
in a black-and-white photo,
dancing among the street lights.
I remember you
when we jumped over the fire2,
and the world was small,
and that love immense.
And it’s so strange,
and it’s so absurd.
I daren’t turn my head;
I don’t want it to be you.
 
You don’t know how many times
I thought back to that table3.
I hear you and I turn around
and I go to say hello.
I introduce myself
to the guy who accompanies you
and I tell you that you’re looking fine,
and I tell you that you’re really beautiful.
And the world disappears
with that glance.
What’s left is my fear, you and me.
And I see life taking another turn
and I tell you in a broken voice:
'I’d be so happy,
if we go home together'4.
 
  • 1.
  • 2. The Sant Joan tradition in Catalonia: if lovers jump seven times over the fire, holding each other’s hand, they’ll be happy ever after
  • 3. ...and what's next is probably his imagination, kind of wishful thinking...
  • 4. This conditional phrase is ungrammatical, but so it the phrase in Catalan. I've translated it in the same manner
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Seven Minus One

(the dog, the fox, the owl, the pheasant, the horse, the hawk)
 
Sir Anthony McIntosh disappeared during a fox hunting in 1821.
It was never known anything again about him.
 
Seven knights,
seven red jackets,
seven black dogs
like thoughts;
and their women
have seven skirts,
seven the stablemen
loved yesterday;
gloomly resounds the horn,
just a bit before daybreak
and before playing the fate
of a fox.
 
As dark as the sky,
as light as a veil,
an owl is shrieking
on the top;
boredom of laughing,
boredom of drinking,
boredom of castles
and of duels;
they will look backwards,
thy will look at the glass
of their life,
more and more empty.
 
They will all look, only one will understand,
they will all look, only one will understand,
he’ll see again the long-lasting dinner under the linden,
the pheasant that doesn’t cover up the yawn.
They will all come back, only one will be missing,
they will all come back, only one will be missing,
it won’t be the death, it won’t be a getaway,
he will run in the wind with a witch.
 
Seven knights,
seven fake jackets,
fake like their
seven thoughts;
fake sounds the horn,
fake also the day
and perhaps real
is only the fox;
they go to the bridge,
they go to the horizon
proud of illusion
like warriors.
 
They will all come back, only one will be missing,
they will all come back, only one will be missing,
they will find his black horse while drinking,
they will find only a glove on the snow.
They will all come back, only one will be missing,
they will all come back, only one will be missing,
not one footstep, not one sing all around,
only a black hawk in an eternal silence.
 

Fuck My Brain

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name on earth as it is in heaven,
please give me a sign, show me the way, so I don't have to search for it myself,
And Fuck My Brain !
 
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name on earth as it is in heaven,
please let me be beautiful, rich and famous and popular wherever I go,
And Fuck My Brain !
 
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name on earth as it is in heaven,
please fill the hollow space in my brain,
And Fuck My Brain !
 
Fuck, Fuck Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Please Fuck My Brain !
 
Fuck, Fuck Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Please Fuck My Brain !
 
I'm a little Whore and you're my little Glutton.
but it's not my instincts, that I satisfy,
but my horrible taste of music.
 
My songs are always for the straight folks and
when there'a hip beat no problem.
 
Then I'll do it, that's OK
I like it
your wish is my command as long as you bleed
that's right
you have to bleed
yes and not to little, Ave no other qualities
cause I like a opulent way of life !
And as long as people buy, the coins always sound the same,
Man I am shitty but I am rich, I am a star,
because people love me -
But if I like people that's a whole 'nother thing,
 
brown nose to the top, fuck the bottom,
unfortunately I have no other qualities.
I performed in many cities,
but I didn't do it for my fans - NO just for the mamon.
 
cause : A stitch in time saves nine.
gimme the moneyI give a fuck about my fans,
but only in secret - huh!
Aren't we a good team!
I fuck you
but you pay me for it.
 
And therefore I need a manager that will polish up my image,
because my music is only good, when the number are right,
I will flood you with shit and there's nothing you can do about it,
and that's why I need you to do me favor and fuck my brains.
 
Fuck, Fuck Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Please Fuck My Brain !
 
Fuck, Fuck Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck My Brain !
Please Fuck My Brain !
 
Buy Me, Buy Me,
gimme your money,
Buy Me, Buy Me,
and I do whatever you like
 
Yes my dear music lover, unfortunately you chose the silver dollar, had you chosen the vinyl of this album, you could listen to the end of this song and whatever , whatever, whatever ,
we continue with another Hit song from the cold North
 
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Time of love

Seeing you
Something's wrong
I like you, and I don't, don't
 
I don't understand
Yes, you've always been so distant, so arrogant
 
You come close
And it's hard for me to talk
You look at me, and it's not, no
 
And I think
If it's real what I feel
Just a moment
 
It's love
It's not a sign to escape fear
I can't avoid my stupidness
It's not me, oh no
 
Don't say anything just take some time
Time of love
Don't ask more
And close your eyes it's better to feel
Maybe it'll be the moment of taking some time
A time of love
A time of love
 
You connect
In other reality
Well, my perseption
 
I think about you
And I blame myself from the inside
And I regret
 
I understand that it
Can't be more
In this situation
 
If you are
So impossible with me
Inexistent
 
It's love
It's not a sign to escape fear
I can't avoid my stupidness
It's not me, oh no
 
Don't say anything just take some time
Time of love
Don't ask more
And close your eyes it's better to feel
Maybe it'll be the moment of taking some time
A time of love
 
And If I go away I despair
And if you're here it's a tangle
Look
Who would say
 
If what is going on is real
If there's fire in your look
Look
Who would say
 
Maybe it'll be the moment of taking some time
A time of love
 
Don't say anything just take some time
Time of love
Don't ask more
And close your eyes it's better to feel
Maybe it'll be the moment of taking some time
A time of love
 

You're all doing the same thing

Rolling in a six-fo1
Rolling in a six-fo
You know which zip code
181-something, let your bitch know
Dude has got a sick flow, should get a strip show
Been doing this for twelve years, almost since we left though
Motherfucking bitch though
Doing it for a whip though
Not for some cocaine, I'll manage with the weed though
You don't need to listen, fuck you, you don't have to
As long as you are silent and are putting on lip gloss
I'm not Jugsaw, but I'm running this game sort of like I am Jigsaw
Or just Big Boss and I'm taking advantage of it
Kicking bars like it's the nineties
I'm just out there, drinking a beer - you're all doing the same thing
(Making money)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck a bitch)
You're all doing the same thing
(Look at me)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Look at me)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
I swear, it's true man, you're all doing the same thing
But you're crap man, you will never bee anything
You're in the way, you better back off
Fucking one-hit-wonder, Tina Charles
We got no connection to break
And you shouldn't mix everything, look at Steve Clark
This is art, not something you can copy
We're dropping bombs man, the others are kicking the same bars
It feels so wonderful when we puff that ganja weed as a team
You show off your babe but your girl costs just as much in Prague
I'm just honest, not trying to hurt anyone
But she's longing for something and Ivo can only give hard gifts
(Making money)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck a bitch)
You're all doing the same thing
(Look at me)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
(Look at me)
You're all doing the same thing
(Fuck yey)
You're all doing the same thing
There's so much fashion when I look around
I'm sipping on something I've never heard about
It's one of those nights, 'wearing shades inside-night' tonight
It's crowded and full at the bar
And there's a B-list celebrity here, from Harem2
The club is crammed, babes in the back
So I'm gonna fuck up tonight like Carl Gustaf3
She's acting like she's been popping pills, moving to the bass like me but much better
It's alright now, like Petter4, just like that, drinking energy bro
Yeah, I'm not banging on anything, but I'm sorry, I can't come with you guys 'cause I'm really broke
My pockets has holes, that's how we roll, me and my click, yeah
If we're talking booty calls, does anyone have to number to Hovet5
For a while I thought I was cool, and now I'm standing on Odenplan, coughing up my discomfort
I'm lost - Tour De France6
 
  • 1. A 1964 Impala
  • 2. An old swedish reality show
  • 3. The swedish king
  • 4. A swedish rapper
  • 5. An arena in Stockholm
  • 6. 'Jag är ute och cyklar' literally means 'I'm riding a bicycle' but it's an idiom for being lost, hence the Tour De France reference