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Father's day

One day when I was four years old
My dad said come here my boy
I see how you look around
You're playing like everything was fun
I see how you move around
Like every moment was calm and warm
He took my hand behind my back
Then he took it and broke my hand
 
[Chorus]
I'm sorry as well boy but that
That's how it feels
That's how it feels
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
 
And the sun dances around the leaves
On powerful oak and leafy birch
One day in May takes it all back
To departed days from before
Cause' now when I have my own boy
That I'll bring up to become a man
He gave his sandwich to a dog
Come here my boy give me your hand
 
[Chorus]
I'm sorry as well boy but that
That's how it feels
That's how it feels
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
 
We said succeed in lying
We said succeed in frightening
We said succeed in messing up
We said succeed in burning
What all the others have in common
Is that no-one succeeds in feeling it
 
[Chorus]
That's how it feels
That's how it feels
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
That's how it feels
That's how it feels
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
That's how it feels (That's at least how it feels to exist)
 

Torgny

refr.
Na na na na na na na Torgny
This is life
Na na na na na na na Torgny
And those who live get to see
 
There died Palme, Wreeswijk and Beppe Wolgers
King on the yard in crooked snowjoggings
Moms smoked John Silver under the fan
Up jump the boogie in the closest set of swings
 
Once in the wall, two for the show
3 times more people hit the wall* today than back then
And we saw it all, not a calm second
Hide and seek, the only time you closed your eyes for a while
 
We said 'this is ours', the yard was big then
We said the same thing when they put us in the school yard
The happy 80's ended, stuff like that happens
Bildt said steel bath, termination at the steelworks
 
Minister Persson said order in finances
Got a new school, we got twice as big classes
Crazy school, have we learnt anything
Yeah they can say what they want but that is ours, what's up Torgny
 
refr.
 
The interest on 500 percent
Bought Piggelin for 4 spänn (slang for Swedish Krona)
Belt on hard and they all had to fight against
The parents had to look for red stickers in the store
 
The dirty kid
Smell of gun powder
The talk for the can
Riksbyggen put locks on the trash rooms
For the Jugoslavs in the refugee center
Who were here a few years, then they probably had to move back home again
 
Greenery on the knees, scrapes
Everything was so easy in our backyard
We saw when Rocky fought with Ivan Drago
And Rambo with Talibans, on the same team then
 
No matter how fast you ran
His mom, called his mom
Called the mom of he who smashed the window
That was no special year
Yeah they can say what they want but that is ours, what's up Torgny
 
refr.
 
On your bushes the berries were fermented
Togge, why is your nose so red
No institution, some park
But we wore out our soles on the same asphalt
 
And the same stairs
And we were the richest in the world every time we got to recycle
It meant much, 21 gears on the bicycle
But you didn't pull high gears of much
 
But the old ladies said it's probably about time
But the sun never bites on our plowed snowpacks
All this should remain, it won't be anything
But we heard how they said that the ice has gone
 
What's up Torgny, we haven't seen you since March now
And it stank in the whole 8B's stairwell
Mom said isn't it lovely that it's spring
She can say what she wants but that was ours, what's up Torgny
 
refr.
 
*Swedish expression for working until you have a breakdown
 

Ohojaja

No rich man's kid here
Not the same class as us
Although some may have attended the same class as us
Mate, watch out for getting known to them
Your cash, just hide them and be ashamed of them
There the kids were exposed to the same things
So the rich man's kid became friends with the poor man's kid
On sick leave, her husband was on sick leave
Someone talked about someones dad getting sent back home (Ohojaja)
No jobs, that's what the poor cousin feels
Does the Alfa-bag, it's just to stamp it up
No sandwich toppings, just hard bread with herbal salt
That was the soc-ladies all kids to your first name (?)
So if money is time, everyone around here with their empty wallets are probably rich
They dig up the whole roots over here
But some others bury their feet, stand against
 
Ohojaja x3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
Ohojaja x 3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
(Yeah you know)
 
If you come to Stockholm
Then you're welcome home to me
(Yeah, you know)
No, I'm probably not
Yeah!
No, but thanks though.
 
Look, job placement officer, I'm very driven
Because if the system doesn't work, you'll have to fix it yourself
On kilos or hectos or grams, get a good price
On cookies from Morocco or whitefish roe from Kalix
Ohojaja
Our sky it is clear today
So you see northern lights and NATO planes
When are they going back?
And when there are fewer streets left
That's when you have to get street smart
Paint the snow yellow like Picassos
The 240 filled with cheap booze from Alko
Burning dirty money over the finnish border
It's no Playa Inglés but it's a vacation abroad
So keep your witch hunt cash
None of us around here wants it to get full and comfortable
They dig up the whole roots over here
But some others bury their feet, stand against
 
Ohojaja x3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
Ohojaja x3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
Ohojaja x3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
Ohojaja x 3
Ohojajaja
The poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
It's the poor cousin from the countryside, yeah you know
(Yeah you know)
 
Some people need drugs and violence
Like the laestadians need God
Just to cope, what do you need?
And you, let the province slowly bleed out
Do like the cash from the natural resources and move south
 

The Police

Barefoot kids want Buffalo shoes
And they run from the police even though they've done nothing
The whole Nygatan is boring since they built offices
No one wants to be photographed when you don't take pictures
And you said you wanted to marry Raimo when you grew up
Propose on a matress made of galloon
The glow gets crooked when you do as you've done
Smokes mom's hand that smokes too fast (?)
No one you know lives here
You said you knew the code to a gate
Everything you said sounded cool
Everything you said sounded cool, you said
 
Fuck the police
Don't want to give us a lift
But why else are the police outside every club?
Give us a lift
 
You said they know you, every one of them are friends with you
Every manhole cover, every curb
And every tile in every wall
They tried to chew you and swallow you
They tried to buy you and sell you
So you had to force them
Force those streets to love you
Rhyme and resonance, common sense
Sense and etiquette, obidience and dicipline
Going to ignore every one of those things you'll have to keep at it
Thought wrong when they thought it was something similar that you wanted to become
Heard shouting, just like nothing
 
Fuck the police
Don't want to give us a lift
But why else are the police outside every club?
Give us a lift
 
So bless the kids on the stairs to the church
Everyone sitting there, are sitting drunk
Looks like Börje Salming and Lennie Norman
Janis Joplin, BB King and Benny Goodman
What do you mean sit and hope? What do you mean sit and lie?
What do you mean sit and cost? What do you mean sit and drink?
But aren't you going to catch real thieves? They said
 
Fuck the police
Don't want to give us a lift
But why else are the police outside every club?
Give us a lift
 
Fuck the police
Don't want to give us a lift
But why else are the police outside every club?
Give us a lift
 

Minicall

Load up dad's bag with beer
Sway like seven sea sick seamen1
The minicall2 is beeping, what do you need?
Yes, I'm probably the person you seek
 
Call me a star, you can call me dawg
'Cause I was the first one in space, kinda like Laika the boss
And look, they all want me to fall off now
You can wish upon a star when the shooting stars are done
 
The pharmacy is to orthodox nowadays
So the troubled childs will have to snort cocaine
But I will never run out of gas
Don Quijote, North Bothnia, bottoms up
 
I'll come back like a rubber ball3
A mixture of M.A. Numminen and rough MMA
Beat up a windmill4, man, this is the way back
Back to skills, you can hear my minicall beep
 
Refrain
My minicall is beeping
My minicall is beeping
My minicall is beeping
My minicall is beeping
 
I was sent to the principal's office as a young MC
My heavy steps left footprints in the hall
And [I] wrote poems with a pencil like it was fan mail
I went through some wild phases but I've calmed down
 
Alot of things that happened wasn't bad
'Cause those things are all ingredients of who I am today
From shy to pompous, to being all loose, glow to fire, A to Y to Ö5, from life to death
 
So we take it for what it is, but not treating it as something small
I got the nail from the pinkie but I swallowed the whole thing
You can catch the day, I'll lock up the whole year
This is the construction plan, the placement of the cabinet
 
As long as this boy from Skåne walks on this earth
Before I'm sent down to the home of fire
Rhyming on each other word, got time to think of something big
And sending telephone numbers to everyone
 
Refrain
 
You called it a minicall in Malmö, we called it a beeper in Lund
You were the coolest one among your mates, made the police confused
And it was probably mysterious for those that didn't know
But I didn't say a word if it wasn't rhythmically goddammit
 
Anita was one of my many babes
Then there was Siri, but that was probably fun for one night only
Who can deal with this broad talking trash like that
That Zacke-guy has a sick rap
 

• 1. 'Sju sjösjuka sjöman' is an old tongue twister, similar to ones like 'How much wood would a woodchuck chuck... etc'
• 2. This is a special brand of pagers sold in Sweden
• 3. This is a reference to an old cult classic song, which M.A. Numminen made a cover of, 'Som en gummiboll' lit. 'Like a rubber ball'. It has remained popularity due to how silly and annoying many people consider it to be
• 4. Another reference to Don Quijote, who in the story was fighting windmills, believing that they were evil giants
• 5. With 'Y' being the last latter in the english alphabet and 'Ö' being the last letter in the swedish alphabet

Mom's new boyfriend

Da da da da da da da da da da
Not my dadadadadada
 
Listen to me, you Fahrenheit-smelling and mustache clad
V75-gambling fucking man
Listen closely, stop kneading you snus*
I'll tell you who the man of the house is
 
Yes, my mom is pretty, too pretty for you
and her and Igo way back so I think I know what will happen to you
I see through your bribes and effort
I'm not allowed to accept candy from strangers
 
I won't listen to any bedtime story he reads
and why is my child safety seat in the back seat?
Take out that man's clothes, and the toothbrush
next to my bamse-toothbrush, he better take it out
 
Play my cassettes and my fairy tales
because now it's time to turn the page
you understand because of course, I don't like you
you're not my dad, you're just mom's new boyfriend
 
Da da da da da da da da da da
Not my dadadadadad
you're just mom's new boyfriend
Da da da da da da da da da da
Not my dadadadadad
 
Chorus:
I thought it was you and me
can't we have it like before
so get rid of that man
believe me, that's no one for you to live with
I thought it was you and me
can't we have it like before
so get rid of that man
believe me, that's no one for you to live with
I thought it was you and me
 
walks like a child, dressed like a child
with the body of a child, and I kiss the way a child should**
Charming like child, I'm cheeky like a child
nonchalant like a child, and I move the way a child should
 
I lie sometimes and I scream sometimes
but she doesn't care because she knows what this child has
but deep inside
there's a (don't know what karla-sinne means, never heard it before)
 
Now you've met your master-boy
so just pack your bags and go back to Gothenburgh
do you ever think you can become my real dad
ey, you've just been here since this Wednesday
I think you should carefully pack your bags and back up
because you've seen the last scene from Ondskan (Evil), right?
 
You should give everything you have
 
Chorus
 
I can tell that you've washed your hair and taken a bath
mom, you don't have to make an effort to please me
and you've shaved both your armpits
mom, you don't have to make an effort to please me
Your polished nails are shining
mom, you don't have to make an effort to please me
 
but why go to such trouble
mom I love you the way you are
but that disgusting man
 
I would have taken him down if I were bigger
picked him up and throw him away, if I were bigger
down the toilet and drowned him, if I were bigger
built a bomb and blown him up, if I were bigger
 
No dad came home, no one misses you
you can pack tonight, stop coming to my house
really, is it fun to be new in the family?
my dad, he's some other mom's new boyfriend
 
Da da da da da da da da da da
Not my dadadadadad
you're just mom's new boyfriend
Da da da da da da da da da da
Not my dadadadadad
 
chorus
 

It's nothing

We will party and go out
Look. my buddy works hard and it'll be powerful
because look buddy, he's fucking happy now
I see how he gets himself a little lady
sure, she's hot if you squint your eyes well
it's ok, sex with animals is legal, so buddy, it's nothing
 
Some people get ladyboys from Koh Phan Gang
or maybe a feminine guy from the harbor in Copenhagen
For me, I like tomboys from Torne
but manboys are popular in Skåne, howl at the full moon
like howlin Pelle or Howlin Wolf
keep it old school, ask grandmom, it's nothing
 
Chorus
It's nothing, it's nothing
 
Zippo in my fifth pocket, Jim Beam in my pocket flask
and a shitload of time for you, baby
blush a little when they are asked to dance
no, it's just lipstick stains on my 7-days old bear stubble
My Norrbotten-Beyonce with dirt under her nails
can scratch and bite and say, it's nothing
 
I'm not talking about Otis fuckin' Redding
I got tongue-tied baby
Call the fire department, the cops and AVIS*
Raise the volume and put it on your playlist
among all the songs by Serneholt, Ingela Pling,
Prince and SlickRicks
The Kinks &LatinKings, it's nothing
 
Chorus
 
No it's nothing to be ashamed about
that you're out of money, that's what happens to money
but if you happen to be ill it's a little fucked up
that Reinfeldt** stands with the money and doesn't care
rather than giving someone a loaf of bread
but of course, Madame understands that she'll die anyway right? its nothing
 
Sell your skin to the person with the highest offer, truthfully
you can't save your skin, you're at the tannery
steal the pension, sell everything
But fucking God, it's insanely cold without skin
go cash, it probably turned out ok
Cold and skinned but proud of our triple- A rating so basically, it's nothing
 

Big city blues

And so I ended up in the big city
Not free, but anonymous, that's a strong enough reason for me to stay
but listen, my hometown, you and I don't have any bad blood between each other
Have the future, a nice office, with you - coarsely
 
I never became a prophet in my home town
Preached all the time but never got any response
except for from my beloved mother
The lack* isn't big
I haven't had a letter here to where I live
 
Lekberg c/o the dud that charges way too much rent
The one-bedrooms apartments in Högdalen are nice but they're also expensive
6 000 SEK as a standard as far as I understood
as a bonus I can call myself a suburban rapper
 
No they'll probably call me redneck
Barely been to a farm
tell them I'm from the country side
but in which country do you live then
think you and I sing the same blues
but perhaps not to the same beat or in the same key
 
Chorus.
 
It's probably exactly the same blues we sing
They just have different beats and we sing in different keys
It's just big city blues
It's just big city blues
 
Employed by the hour at a spun off care company
My dead communist-grandfather must be turning over in his grave
Not even connected to the labor union, Zacke got knocked down
Had to eat my words when they fucked me over and took my monthly salary at Christmas
 
Merry Christmas Mom, can you pay my trip back home
Shameful, you'd think that if you'd want something done properly, you'd have to do it yourself
But I don't suffer, I get holiday pay
So I will probably be able to afford to go out with my best friend and get a cold one
I dress well, wholesome, a handsome dude
So why have I been arrested twice by civilian police
When was the last time I smoked, they both wanted to know
I thought, hold on, this must be a trick question
I probably know what got to me, it's not the same city
it was good where I lived before, it's not the same anymore
Now, just as before, I probably sing the same blues
but maybe not to the same beat and in the same key
 
Chorus
 
Blocket**, apartment on Blocket, what's wrong with you blocket?
I say that this is the devil on Blocket
first, you pay 20 000 SEK and after you get the key, kinda sketchy
stop sending me scam email and all that perverse shit
 
Want an apartment in Trekanten
but get emails about threesomes, desperate - but what the hell man don't do it
stupid fucker from Norrland, an easy prey on blocket
and overclass men sell apartments like I change socks
 
But Stockholm is really cool, and I probably am where I need to be
wander down Götgatan, somewhat urbane
the Lumberjacks in Vasastan have never chopped wood
but fucking homely, yes you should see it
 
You wanted to stay
in some small town pattern
do you think I'll be back
fucking farmers
Now, just as before, I probably sing the same blues
but maybe not to the same beat and in the same key
 
Chorus.
 

The art of letting go

It's about the art of letting go
You learn from the mistakes, more than from the right choices
sermons give you a bad aftertaste
I learn to live as I live so my life will probably be the moral of the story
I sleep but feel so awake
think I see the sky but it's just the edge of the bed
my coat weights on me, time to put it up
I want to live, do something now, there will be time to wait in the grave
I don't talk about any new age bullshit
it's about changing tracks and not waste time
so while waiting for that you have to kill some time
and it's such a depressing thing for me to do so I waste time
sometimes so scared that I barely live
but the journey doesn't have a fixed rate, it's on the taximeter
travel through time that's the transportation vehicle of life
I can't see why I should slow it down
 
Chorus
I will let go, but we'll have to see when that happens
should have done it just now, but then life started
I feel everything again
If I let it go maybe I'll recognize
 
One step forward, two steps back, nothing wrong with that
after all, I have taken three steps
Probably what I'd like the most is to be bohemian
no moss will grow on a rolling stone
if you let go, the world will open today
if you're looking for an answer or looking for an 'I'
you still have your destiny
but most of the time you're probably a fucking coward that retreats back
so attached to your foundation, make your corner-stones more stable
build your fort, adjust with your spirit-level
look at everything, it's not even beautiful at all
 
Chorus
 
When you no longer have a chance to turn back
and (you've) lost your grip of your old, safe life
that's the point when things start happening
then you can start to perceive new perspectives
but I seem to be stuck at the same old stage
they tell me that change is constant
but it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere
letting go, it can be that difficult
I desperately try to let go
the years run away while I try to seize the day
yesterday I have thousands of plans
today I did everything the way I normally do
 
Chorus
 

Abroad

I'm not going to buy some drink for 100 SEK
I could by a bucket for 100 SEK
(I) daydream away from the winter and cold
to barbeques and ping pong pussy
 
I want to have fun in the sun
Why do you keep up with your pretentions
clap clap clap with my flip flop sandals
to to to the beat of my tax-free bag
 
So just pretend together, applause
that the pilot just landed
so we can pretend together
hey, pretend that you're abroad
 
Chorus
 
It's the same sky we're watching
can you see that it's just as blue?
pretend that you're abroad
abroad, abroad
 
Into the mist and out on town
Can you see that it's the same?
pretend that you're abroad
abroad, abroad
 
Swedish girl, I feel something in my pants
not the same course but it's the same red-bull drinks
so we should pretend that we were in Crete
Look, I could have passed for a Greek guy right?
 
The Baltic sea can be the Mediterranean
And your tan doesn't have to be from the tanning salon
pretend that I'll never keep in touch again
I mean, root for the home team for fuck's sake
 
Our number one export
because the forest and iron are far from this pretty
you have so much, share for fuck's sake
Baby, pretend that you're abroad
 
Chorus
 
terrible when you think about how everything changes
they always manage to mess this country up
holding back tears thinking about the past
Bråkmakargatan Lönneberga Bullerbyn*
 
There were no foreigners there
love the country when it was as in Astrid Lindgren's tales
so you can dream away to another time
It's shameful how fucked up this country has become
 
It looks bad here
have to pretend that their skin color is a bronzer
you can pretend, which is fucking lucky
Jimmie, pretend that you're abroad**
 
Chorus