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Ballad about an old junkie

In came an old junkie to Klara police station
His shoes were wet and his eyes were cold
And when he began to speak he could get a word out
Because he couldn't sing nor tattle
 
We put him in a solitary cell: his bed was wet with blood
Eventually he went in and out like children in a house
One day he suddenly popped in with a letter and the letter said:
''I sacrifice my shoes for the green light...''
 
And everyone started to laugh at what was written
And all the phones started to ring
And our commissar screamed in anger
''We want happy news or none!''
 
But I opened the letter and I read this:
''Hi brothers, listen to my story
Once I was a beautiful prince and happy as can be
My father's pride! And my mother's gloria!
 
One day though, I took my first fix
My eyes were opened and I saw
among all the poor souls who drive around in cars
and lives and dies and eat from a box
 
So I gave up my inheritance to the first and best pig
who ran away and bought himself a drunken night
And I switched my beautiful castle for amphetamine
that I kept in small capsule on a shelf
 
The last thing I gave away was my beautiful voice
to Adam's apple. And for beautiful Eve...
And laid myself to sleep between two breasts
because I was tired, I didn't want to live
 
My father died of rage and my mother died of tears
and I was hated by my brothers!
But I didn't care about this and I hummed a song
where I lived in a stye on Söder
 
The letter ended here and not one eye was dry
and the commissar roared: ''Well, dammit!
Get that devil out of the cell! Make sure he gets out!''
So there laid our junkie on the street
 
Then a voice came from the sky, so clear and so pure:
''Let all your pretend feelings leave!
Because this beautiful prince gave away all the beautiful light
Therefore he shall be forever!''
 
I thought God wasn't welcome
In our city. You thought!
But fifty old junkies like him stood in a row
and stomped and screamed: ''Hallelujah!''
 
And four sweet angels took his heart from his body
And put in in a plastic bag with his needles
And then they slowly ascended up to heaven
And now the time is late, time to stop!
 


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26.11.2024

Interesting Woman





Do you know what trucks are for?
Do you know why there are stars and constellations?
That I don't know, I only know
that it's very interesting.
 

Do you know why planes fly?
Do you know why I have to write songs?
That I don't know, I only know
that it's very interesting.
 

Stars are there for you to see them shine
Trucks and Trains, to see them pass by
Songs are to say
that everything is interesting,
everything is very interesting.
 

Do you know why you have to go to the bathroom?
Do you know why we work all year?
That I don't know, I only know
that it can be interesting.
 

Do you know what Martians eat?
Do you have an idea of what's inside of a piano?
That, I will know and be able to
become interesting
 

With work and the bathroom you can kill time,
You have to talk about Martians and pianos,
with time you can be
an interesting man,
or an interesting woman,
someone very interesting
 

But if some day I get bored (cha-la-la-la)
and I lose all interest,
if I don't ask more questions (cha-la-la-la)
abandoning knowledge
 

That would also be interesting. (cha-la-la-la)
an interesting matter, (cha-la-la-la)
because I'm very interesting, (cha-la-la-la)
the interesting woman, (cha-la-la-la)
the interesting woman, (cha-la-la-la)
the interesting woman, (cha-la-la-la)
(cha-la-la-la)
 


26.11.2024

Movin' on without you





Nothing's gonna stop me
Only you can stop me
 

3 o'clock am in the middle of the night, with a PHS at my bedside
I'm waiting for it to ring, aren't I a fool?
The bell of the clock rings, just like in a fairy tale
But it doesn't matter if I find any glass slippers
 

If caring about me is troublesome, hurry up and tell me
I don't have that kind of time to waste
I'm movin' on without you
 

I can't pretend that I don't know about your alibi for playing around anymore
And to think of all the memories we had together
 

It wasn't supposed to end up being painful, why?
I guess it's still too early to pretend to be a good girl
 

Nothing's gonna stop me
Only you can stop me
 

Even though the lines I had prepared were perfect
The signal still isn't reaching, it's 4 in the morning
On this all too quiet night, my thoughts start to run wild
I get it, and yet I end up sleep deprived
 

I've already forgotten those promises
I'll give back the ring, so give back my heart
I have to go without you
 

Since it's frustrating, I'll break us up
It's not easy to pretend to be a good girl
 

It wasn't supposed to end up being painful, why?
I guess it's still too early to pretend to be a good girl
 

I don't care if I'm confused, I want you to love me
Even if you won't say it, I want you to understand
 

It wasn't supposed to end up being painful, why?
I guess it's still too early to pretend to be a good girl
 


26.11.2024

I think





Ajá Ajá Ajá.
 

I think
that giving an opinion is necessary
because I am intelligent
and that's why I'm always opinionated.
 

I think
that if I say aloud a thought
that comes to my head
I'm doing social criticism.
 

I think
about the human and the divine
and sometimes I say wisely:
'My opinion is to have an opinion'.
 

I think
that the government is in the right
and also wrong
depending on what side.
 

I think (ajá)
I think (mjm)
I think (ajá)
I think (ajá)
 

I think
with judgement and eloquence
and I never ask for mercy
if they accuse me of dementia.
 

I think
because I read newspapers
and I read them every day
to keep having opinions.
 

I think
without knowing how to read or write
I'll never know my opinion
But I'm very opinionated.
 

I think
 

with respect to your person
and I'd give my life
defending your opinion.
 

I think (mjm)
I think (ajá)
I think (ajá)
I think (ajá)
 

I think (ajá)
I think (mjm)
I think (ajá)
 

I think (ajá)
 

That's what I think.
 


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26.11.2024

The Danger Zone





If you don't say goodbye to me
Then that means this love isn't over, right?
You scoundrel... using grown up tricks, huh...
He'll entrance me back with a single exhalation
My crush on you has blindfolded my heart
I'm not sure that we should go much farther...
 

I want to go back (to who I once was) , but I can't... My feelings are upside down
My love staggers too close to the danger zone
We can still play around because we're safe for now
It would be nice if I could love someone else
But that's something I just can't do... no further discussion
 

Even the shadows pull me in for some reason
Now, I know what you meant
I have a feeling you're thinking
'It's time to move on...' with a different looking profile
That mysterious smile makes no sense to me
As I walk home in the twilight, I turn back around
 

'A mediocre love is alright with me...' But my feelings are upside down
I no longer love you for any other reason than the sense of danger
As my kiss gets blocked, my heart stirs
In other words... I'll have to say goodbye first
That's something I just can't do... no further discussion
 

I want to go back (to who I once was) , but I can't... My feelings are upside down
My love staggers too close to the danger zone
We can still play around because we're safe for now
It would be nice if I could love someone else
But that's something I just can't do... no further discussion