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Happy

At the reception
your smile was like before
You know how to open
the lock on a door
You were as usual
cute and efficient
So I sat down
and waited for my turn
 
And you said: Thank you, bye,
and have a nice day!
I can make you glad
I can make you wild
Can I make you happy?
You look good on picture
and you know what you want
Do you want to be happy?
 
The situation
was complicated
I think you felt
frustrated and banal
So I asked a question
You said what you thought
You opened your mouth
But it wasn't you who said
 
Thank you, bye,
and have a nice day!
I can make you glad
I can make you wild
Can I make you happy?
You look good on picture
and you know what you want
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
 
A surge in the air
It suddenly ran out
I turn my way
and lift my gaze up to the sky
right into the sun
that is shining on my Earth
Far behind me
I hear your words
 
And you said: Thank you, bye,
and have a nice day!
I can make you glad
I can make you wild
Can I make you happy?
You look good on picture
and you know what you want
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to be happy?
 

You have decided (not to get fat)

Turn on the TV, you said
Is there something
Is there something on tonight?
Say it in tones, or words
or pictures that float around
 
Change the channel now, you said
I want to see TV Shop
I want something tonight
What you are saying
It is naked violence
aimed at me
 
You have decided not to get fat
There is so much that you do not know
You listen to hip hop on your gramophone
You are playing too quietly, you are playing too quietly
 
At a small cafe
You sat and looked lonely
After rain comes sunshine, you said
We went together outside
And the days that came
were like the road from Babylon
We laid in bed and ate and drank
It never wanted to end
 
You have decided not to get fat
There is so much that you do not know
You listen to hip hop on your gramophone
You are playing too quietly, you are playing too quietly
 
So I change the channel
The same picture there again
and we are drowning in it
My nerves on the outside of the shirt
You pull and you pull them
So I get up from the couch
to say something
Say it in tones, or words
or pictures that float around
 
You have decided not to get fat
There is so much that you do not know
You listen to hip hop on your gramophone
You are playing too quietly, you are playing too quietly
 
You have decided not to get fat
There is so much that you do not know
You are buying records on TV Shop
How far is it going to go before someone says stop?
 

Wheels of steel

I had caught some brainworm
It sounded like they were playing jazz
I wrote a note and left it for my mother
and took the money from her mattress
The one who constantly travels in fog
needs no compass
 
Road 66 along the coast
A boring and monotonous road
There, I saw no people suffering
in the cars that drove by
But the one who is sleeping underneath the stars tonight
has my sympathy
 
Wheels of steel
Take me out
New goals
Wheels of steel
Don't forget
to take me home again
 
We travelled around and collected bottles
and stole petrol where we could get it
Bet a dime on the roulette
It felt as if it started to come together
You said 'The clothes that we are wearing, they are made here
in the prime minister's city of birth'
 
God of steel
Take me up
from my hole
God of steel
Don't forget
to take me home again
 
Went further up along the country
and we came to Tornio
There, we saw some Finns on a field
We stepped out and said hello
They sang 'When the sun sets behind Sjöblom's outhouse,
then it is spring'
 
Wheels of steel
Take me out
New goals
Wheels of steel
Don't forget
 
Wheels of steel
Take me out
New goals
Wheels of steel
Don't forget
to take me home again
 

In our best years

She said 'Hey, let's go'
And the lump I had in my throat
fell down into my pockets
She came down like a yo-yo
in a lift
Saying no is hard
We are in our best years
 
We are in our best years
We are in our best years
 
The whole day goes by
The ball is rolling away so fast
I don't get anything done
I'm lying in bed
Looking at a crack in the ceiling
and dreaming of seeing you naked again
 
We are in our best years
We are in our best years
 
Do you know
Do you know what they say about us?
A bird whispered into my ear
what everyone wanted us to hear
They say we
They say we have so and so much in common,
but most interesting is what separates us
 
We are in our best years
We are in our best years
 

He is coming home

Already when father came down in the morning,
his tie hung pretty loose
Then he drank coffee without sugar
and had a glass, as he said, for his chest
And I wondered if mother had slept at all,
but dad got up and said:
 
We shall draw a line under the past
and forget
These have been some difficult years for mum
But today he is coming home
 
We shall draw a line under the past
and hope
Not care about all the talking in town
Because today he is coming home
 
And in the store, it was crowded
But it got silent when we came in
Dad held my hand hard
when Arne Strömberg cracked a grin
Yeah, he said something about the lost son
But dad turned around and walked
 
We shall draw a line under the past
and forget
These have been some difficult years for mum
But today he is coming home
 
It was empty on the platform
Except for the stationmaster who said 'Good day!
It won't come in until '38'
'Then we wait' said father
 
Yeah, yeah thunder was in the air
on the hottest day of the summer
 
We shall draw a line under the past
and forget
These have been some difficult years for mum
But today he is coming home
 
We shall draw a line under the past
and hope
Not care about all the talking in town
Because today he is coming home
 
He is coming by the train
He is coming home
 

Traveller in life

Sitting in a hotel room
with a grog in a toothbrush glass
Turning pages in a notepad,
looking into the mirror and making a face
 
Yeah, you're alive and healthy
and get to see the world
Because a traveller in life
sells off one piece at a time
 
Thursday in a small city
Then it is sparse in the hotel bar
You are alone at a table for two
and forget where you are for a while
There was one time in Åmål1
Her mouth was red as a rose
 
But you're alive and healthy
and get to see the world
Because a traveller in life
sells off one piece at a time
 
[Dialogue]
– Is this seat free?
– Yeah, I guess it is
– Can I buy you something to drink, maybe?
– Yes please
– Miss?
Oh well, so what do you do?
– Well, I work at Domus2
What do you do then?
 
But you're alive and healthy
and get to see the world
Because a traveller in life
sells off one piece at a time
 
If you're selling day in and out,
then you are happy with what little you have
You're sitting here in a hotel room
with a grog in a toothbrush glass
 
But you're alive and healthy
and get to see the world
Because a traveller in life
sells off one piece at a time
 
Yeah, you're alive and healthy
and get to see the world
Because a traveller in life
sells off one piece at a time
 

• 1. Small town in Sweden
• 2. Former Swedish department store chain

Pinstripes and Missiles

A hole in my shoe
where the world leaks in
Yeah, life is hard
It's biting my skin
 
You and I,
we're getting by
 
If I fade out
like a star,
then you are there
to ignite me again
 
You and I
You and I
 
Pinstripes and missiles
keep the dreams in check
Empty words and bitter faces
We have to be on our guard
 
You steer and intervene
in our lives
You take our money
and steal our time
 
You and I
You and I
 
Pinstripes and missiles
keep the dreams in check
Empty words and bitter faces
We have to be on our guard
 
You and I
You and I
You and I
You and I
You and I
You and I