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Loneliness

The cat has died
Yeah, I found it behind the farm
The neighbour's wife has given birth
So I guess it evens out then
 
My wife has gone into town
Not coming home until tomorrow
So I will spend the day in
lonely, lonely, loneliness
 
The boy has gone
to a friend who has a moped
I have bought beer
and also pizza and crispbread
 
I have read the newspaper
Nothing exciting there
Yeah, I will spend the day in
lonely, lonely, loneliness
 
What should you do
when you suddenly realise that
the house is empty
and in the basket, there is no cat?
 
Your fantasy is too weak
The bottle is too banal
So I will have to accept my
lonely, lonely, loneliness
 

Oh yeah, oh yeah!

We met at the library
I borrowed Tintin
and she le Carré
Then we took the scooter
and went around
and looked for something
that she had forgotten
Then we went to Boulognerskogen1,
around the park and back again
 
She is in the heart of mine and lets me stay at hers
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 
Looking through the window
when she leaves
I've put a piece of tape
in her hair
She went out a few hours ago
I'm waiting until she comes home again
She took the scooter down to the cinema
Tickets are taken between twelve and five
 
She is in the heart of mine and lets me stay at hers
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 
Going around in bus number one
She is going to get a big, nice kiss
Now I fell into her chest
She has closed my door forever
 
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I love that girl
 

• 1. Park in the city of Gävle

How does it work?

I am not young, neither am I old
I am neither big nor very small
Hardly belonging to the elite
 
But this is how it is, I would like to know
how you go about it so I won't have to search
Wondering just what her name might be
 
It will probably be pretty hard
but inevitable
How does it work?
I just mean
What if she wants to?
What am I going to do?
Everything is standing still
I often wonder when
Who?
 
Should you really be so engaged?
The wisest thing must be to stay in your lane
That way you make yourself interesting
 
But what happens if she wants to come close?
Na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
 
It will probably be pretty hard
but inevitable
How does it work?
I just mean
What if she wants to?
What am I going to do?
Everything is standing still
I often wonder when
Who?
 
It will probably be pretty hard
but inevitable
How does it work?
I just mean
What if she wants to?
What am I going to do?
Everything is standing still
I often wonder when
Who?
 

Go away

Well, I have so much trouble standing your bubble gum style
and our conversation has been turned into a worthless fossil
I can make it without your social circles
and I don't give a shit about your horoscope
 
Go away
and never come here again
Go away
You are nothing for me
Oh, please, please, please
go away from here
 
I tried for a few years, but it mostly flopped
and my lip hurt so much from always biting the bullet
I am tired of your panties lying everywhere
No, I will not become your servant
 
Go away
and never come here again
Go away
You are nothing for me
Oh, please, please, please
go away from here
 
I want to play on my accordion and buy a budgie
I just want to be alone and I want to be it pretty soon
You can take your furniture and your expensive tableware,
your complex and your fancy crisis
 
Go away
and never come here again
Go away
You are nothing for me
Oh, please, please, please
go away from here
 
Go away
and never come here again
Go away
You are nothing for me
Oh, please, please, please
go away from here
 

Blackest Black

The blackest black, black
In the middle of joy, it stands
You clung onto happiness
but are hugging it too hard
 
I get it now, you, you are leaving
and will never come back
Now I'm crying, you...
You comfort me for a while
 
The blackest black, black
In the middle of joy, it stands
You clung onto happiness
but hugged it too hard
 
I'm hugging you, you're hugging me
What has happened, it has happened
I ask you, you reply to me
It will never happen again
 
So promise me
to always stay
I promise
I want to be with you
So promise me
that everything will be fine
I promise, I promise
I love you
 
The blackest black, black
In the middle of joy, it stands
Biting into your feet
and crawling into your hair
 
The blackest black, black
In the middle of joy, it stands
You clung onto happiness
but are hugging it too hard
 

At the Cinema

The ex-wife and I
at the cinema
Staring at some black and white neo-misery
Lonely and weak
Views from Prague
Such things work on film
Tears and blood
A dark episode
The woman who all too late understod
that it is about betrayal
Flattering caressing
Such things work on film
 
And a sad figure strolls about
without any goal
And he whistles the leitmotif silently
The sun goes into the clouds
 
The swamp of jealousy
Popcorn and soda
The man who ends his miserable life
There is lamenting and crying
Backlight, apologies
Such things work on film
 
Short summary
at a cafe
What did you think?
What did I think?
Well it was so so
A slovenly affair
The guy who died was best
 

The Dead

In a Swedish garden,
among flowers and among leaves,
sits an old woman
who is soon about to leave
for heaven
with memories
from Earth
 
Here at work,
here I'm walking around
and thinking about things
like existing
in heaven,
on Earth,
or some other place
where the souls find peace
 
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
 
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
 
Here under the stone,
here lies a friend
who I knew before
and who I know still
It feels like that
somehow
It feels like that
 
Or some other place
where the souls find peace
 
Or some other place
where the souls find peace
 
Or some other place
where the souls find peace
 
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
 
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
 
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
Where do the dead live?
 

What should you have done

I guess I've never been the one
who has spoken up
Instead I've stood there
and stared like a moron
Clenched my fist hard in my pocket
Hit my head on a wall
No, show no mercy
Crack me like an egg
 
Well, what should you have done?
Should I have slapped her in the face and...
What should you have done?
Should I have asked her to get out and...
What should you have done?
Should I have trampled her tail and...
What should you have done?
Should I just have left?
 
To say thanks and receive
the same year after year
To not have any character
Such things leave a mark
 
Well, what should you have done?
Should I have slapped her in the face and...
What should you have done?
Should I have asked her to get out and...
What should you have done?
Should I have trampled her tail and...
What should you have done?
Should I just have left?
 
Well, what should you have done?
Should I have slapped her in the face and...
What should you have done?
Should I have asked her to get out and...
What should you have done?
Should I have trampled her tail and...
What should you have done?
Should I just have left?
 

Oh, What a Life

Some have money in their pocket,
buy something for themselves and are happy for a while
Then we have those who think of girls
and if there is going to be anything today
I know people who always go to school
They read and learn something new every day
I rather go out in the sun
and look at flowers and leaves
 
Oh, what a life
So little time
Can someone tell me what to do?^
Oh, what a life
How is it going to turn out?
I want to be happy when I die
 
I have a friend who runs at meetings
But what should she think and what should she believe?
Then I know one who hangs out in the park
He doesn't know where to live
 
Oh, what a life
So little time
Can someone tell me what to do?^
Oh, what a life
How is it going to turn out?
I want to be happy when I die
 
I fly up among the clouds,
out in the black holes of space
Can I see the ones who have lived
and known how everything is going to turn out?
 
Some wake up at night
and think for a while about what they have done
Some take a few pills
and then go back to sleep quite quickly
 
Oh, what a life
So little time
Can someone tell me what to do?^
Oh, what a life
How is it going to turn out?
I want to be happy when I die
 
Oh, what a life
Oh, what a life
Oh, what a life
How is it going to turn out?
I want to be happy when I,
happy when I,
happy when I die