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I Fold
I Wonder Who Is Like This One
2008
Overall
Lund
X Telling Me About The Loss Of Something Dear, At Age 16
Middleclass
Parenting Never Ends
Anna
25 Days
Sancho Panza
Travelling With HS
Arjeplog
The Quiz
2006
The Best Night Of Your Life
Last Bitter Song
Leaving You Behind
Nothing Like You (When you´re gone)
My best friend
If I don’t write this song someone I love will die
I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away
I don’t sleep well
Long lost penpal
Saturday nights
San Francisco
Get sick soon
I can’t believe it’s not love!
Loneliness is better when you’re not alone
Highschool stalker
Valentine’s day
Re: Always on my mind
People are like songs, it’s true
Some seem dull at first, but then they grow on you
Me, I’m like Can’t get you out of my head
Annoying at times, but I make you want to dance
But you are the only one I’ve met who’s God only knows
I liked you the first time I met you, and it grows, and grows, and grows.
People are like songs, I swear
Some found you as a child, and still they’re always there
A boy I once knew was Anarchy in the UK
Burned out too quickly, but in such a beautiful way
And you are the only one I’ve met who’s God only knows
Such a well thought out-plan, but with harmonies that flow.
People are like songs, I’ve been told
Some will claim your ears, but you never hear a story unfold
Old radio gaga, or your highschool friends
remind you of things, when you were someone else
And God only knows and you paired up as two
As the turns of the seasons, you come and go
I can never claim control of either of you,
you’re too sweet to be just mine alone
And I try to stay humble over the fact
that sometimes, when the time is right
you will pass my door, the crescendo comes
and
God only knows and you have the sad similarity
that every time it’s over, I want to press play again
but the only difference appears to be
I can force it on one of you, and on the other I can’t
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: guitar, piano, sonar
Maia Hirasawa: voice
There is a war in all the heads and there’s a
war in mine as well and if I could explain it any better, I’m sure I would.
We’re in a bus and it’s night, you opened up and so will I but though I’m good with words I’ve never been good with… words.
But all I know is: there’s something new this year.
All I know is there’s something new real near.
There is a town that I live in and it’s a town that favors winners and when I win I think about when I’ll next lose.
.
I took a train that took me north and it’s the place where trees speak louder than the people and if I have to pick that’s what I’ll choose.
I walked along the river Ume, it chilled me out of my bones too, but a cold wind is always better than a cold voice.
I am not strong enough for win city, I’ll stay in to play Sin, witty people without hearts have always had a lead on me.
And all I know is, there’s something new this year,
all I know is there’s something new real near.
All I know is, there’s something new this year.
I don’t know much, but there’s something new coming near.
I’ll walk into the shop where you work, it is a shop that kills you slowly, there will be no blood but another shirt on a hanger will still behead you.
I’ll lift your arm and you’ll lift mine, and in a Communist state of mind, we’re not worth more than anyone else but surely not worth less.
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: piano, guitar,voice, vibraphone
Fredrik Hultgren: drums, voice
Jens Lagergren: bass, voice
Overall, I think we did a good job,
we did the best we could, I think we did the best we could
Overall, we couldn’t have done much else, I think we pulled it off
I always thought we pulled it off.
I always thought we pulled if off.
Days and nights we were a shoulder to cry on, weren’t we, weren’t we
Smiling eyes that screamed “Confide in me!”
That was you and me
Weren’t we,
weren’t we
It couldn’t be our fault we never said anything political
Sure you worked late some nights
I always thought you could have breast-fed him longer than you did
but we let him in,
not enough but I let him in
Overall, I think we did a good job,
we did the best we could, I think we did the best we could
Overall, we couldn’t have done much else, I think we pulled it off
I always thought we pulled it off.
I always thought we pulled if off.
I’ve got my calender here he was sick back in 92
maybe it was the week when they had history on World War II
You never should have got him that video game for Christmas
They shoot people in that game, pixled people without names
Overall, we’ve always done as they say we should have
haven’t we
haven’t we
We always smiled, we hid all issues away
didn’t we
didn’t we
You know the new receptionist at work, she’s a Jew
she could visit, he could see she could be me or you
And bring the gay guy downstairs, he doesn’t look gay at all
We broke something without knowing, but we did a good job overall,
didn’t we
We always smiled, we hid all troubles away
didn’t we, didn’t we
what will the neighbours say
maybe that shaved hair will grown back
or grandma will have a heart attack
Annika: voice
Andreas Mattsson: voice, piano, harmonica, bass guitar
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Two brothers from the south of Sweden came to stay with me
One of them would have gotten my virginity
but he didn’t know that back then, did he!
He didn’t know that back then.
He went a bit rough on my poetry,
said: there’s no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything.
He said: I mostly like Dylan myself
I said: Shocking! Well
Then he said something else, I didn’t understand
Because he came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane
You should have seen these brothers!
Freckles all over their pale bodies.
And when they spoke, they made you feel like summer just broke through though it was fall
They made it obvious I was too young, not interesting at all
I always wanted to go to their hometown and knock on their door
And say something interesting and revolting that they’d never heard before
to make them change their minds, after all this time:
Look! There was some cool in me, you know!
They probably still won’t think so.
And I’m in Lund again, and nothing’s fixed that ever was broken
And I’m in Lund again, and I still don’t get things right
And I’m in Lund again, and maybe they have grown up
and maybe they are here
because there’s a glow of spring in the hall tonight.
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: piano, guitar
Cecilia Linné: cello
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
Tomas Hallonsten: Hammond organ
X Telling Me About The Loss Of Something Dear, At Age 16
I looked up at the ceiling the entire time
Well it didn’t last for long
Like 15 minutes or so. They had said it would hurt, but it didn’t
His face all grumped up, veins were showing on his forehead
Closed my eyes and thought of dancers,
closed my eyes and thought of dancers
I thought of what my friends would say
I thought of how my life would change
I just laid real still there on the bed.
Afterwards I said, like I hear you’re supposed to:
“Was it good for you as well”
He was proud, said: “Ok we can do it again
But maybe this time, you can do it better than this
You can do it better than this.”
I faked to come, because I hear you’re supposed to
There was obviously something wrong with me and I didn’t want him to know
I was afraid he’d have a heartattack and die
I went to work at the shoestore and waved him goodbye
I felt sad, but I didn’t know why
Do you want those in red, I said
250 with laces, I said
Years later, I can still vision that forehead
Annika: singing, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: guitars, piano, voice
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums, voice
Jens Lagergren: bass, voice
You and me, let’s
steal a car, let’s
rob a bank, let’s
travel far, let’s
wear these shirts my grandpa used to wear
And then I’ll be happy, I swear
I’ll point the gun, you’ll
keep the engine running,
I’ll be running to you.
You’ll be saying: darling our haircuts aside
we are just like Bonnie and Clyde
I’ll probably feel bad for
not taking the train but you’ll say it’s
In the country and it’s raining
We’ll kick open a cabin in the forest,
I’ll be scared like I am
You’ll put a flashlight under your chin in a scary way
and say you’re Son of Sam
And I’ll slowly pull you out of your Fred Segal
and high on the fact that we’re illegal
we’ll make sweet loving sweeter, like we do
I’ll say: BABY you’re a criminal, and you’ll say so are you
You and me, let’s
steal a car
But first,
before we go that far:
what’s your name?
Oh, don’t look so scared
Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking exactly the same
Annika: voice, guitar with a femkrona
Andreas Mattsson: piano, guitars, rain, thunder
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
Mother, give me
back my old room
I won’t make a mess like I used to,
I won’t play my records
loud at nights,
I’ll keep it quiet
Mother, let me have my old bed back
and lay out clothes for me.
People give me work and money
They depend on me now,
if they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is.
If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on
is
Mother, please make
my decisions
like you once did,
this time I won’t pester you about it,
I’ll surrender
Mother, these streets
are too cold for me
I’m standing by your door
A plant under each arm,
let me move back in
Father, the last time you offered to teach me
all about the Baltic Sea, it was wasted on me.
Now I’m ready, throw me once again
the footballs you tried to throw and this time
I will catch and learn and know
Mother, if that’s not enough
bring me all the way back to
my original address
to your womb.
I have trouble sleeping but I don’t recall I had while in your womb.
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: guitar
Cecilia Linné: cello
Maia Hirasawa: piano, voice
You know, we could have had a daughter
And we could have named her Anna
And she would have been a sweetheart
But with punk rock manners
You could have taught her to play hockey
I could have taught her the guitar
And her granddad could have shown her the way to the bar
She could have supported us when we retire, bought us a cottage near the countryside
We would have made the neighbours jealous
We could have had barcecues at nights
With our collected brain recources, she would have an IQ of a hundred and fifty five
She could have supported us when we retire, bought us a cottage near the countryside
She would have won the Nobel Prize
and thanked her mama for all the good advice
and we could have gone swimming near that cottage by the lake
And she’d never have to know what it’s like when your heart breaks.
She could have married a Kennedy!
She would have found the cure for HIV!
Well I’m real sorry Anna, you never got to be
Because your daddy moved on and left me.
She could have supported us when we retire, bought us a cottage near the countryside.
Annika: voice
Andreas Mattsson: guitars, piano
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, until I get to see you
25, until I get to know if what we just started will have conquered backpacker girls with newly braided hair and Mano Chao records
It will soon be 24. Oh!
You’re so worth waiting for
24, 24 days. Still too much, much too much.
24, 24 days. Half an hour done just writing this song
24, oh I see mouths moving
24, and I nod at what might be the right time to nod
You and I hadn’t even met 24 days ago.
I must have been so low!
And I didn’t even know!
23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 10 (because I slept for so long those days)
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I get a text from you, saying you’re off to Havanna airport as we speak.
I start brushing my teeth.
Ten minutes later: “Sorry I mixd up d days :)”
YOU STUPID FUCK
YOU STUPID FUCK
You stupid fuck, you need to come back
I’m at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand waiting for you.
I see the doors opening, I see the passengers pouring out fresh like gingerbread cookies and wearing what appears to be new, funky hats, I see from a distance it’s someone I know well you’re approaching, I can see it, I take a step forward
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: piano, guitar
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums, voice
Jens Lagergren: bass, voice
Tomas Hallonsten: accordion, Hammond organ
Sancho Panza, this is me
I’m your Sancho Panza.
I get along, I know my ground.
With me around, there’s room for you to be amazing.
I’m the one they don’t remember.
Were you in our school? they say.
I get asked about my name again:
Panza, Panza, Panza
Around the boulevards we walk,
the sun is always on your face,
and I am always in your shade,
and I am always the funny one,
how I hate being the funny one,
I never chose to be her, it strikes me as unfair.
And people at our feet to be with us.
Such a small comfort l’m so used to this it turned me creative.
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: guitars, voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
I’m not stupid, I understand
that it would be convenient
If I was better at conversation.
I’ve learned to master the skill throughout the years:
small talking, but after an hour or so
I mentally die.
And I try, I try, I try, I try,
but I can’t help but loving more
When being on my own and watching everyday lives
And I try. I try, I wish I wanted to go see local churches with you
Or to go clubbing where the young ones do
But all I really want to to is watch the everyday lives
My friend, nothing is ever the matter with you
I’m glad to see it, but I don’t believe it
You won’t have to worry, I’ll soon have figured you out
I won’t tell you when I have, but I’ll find your weak spot,
your weakest spot, oh I’ll find it
And here is mine: I try to pretend
That I like to be part of it all
And that I enjoy going out
With you and you and you and you
And I try, I try, I try, I try
But I can’t help but dreaming of
Sitting by myself and watching everyday lives
And I try, I try, I try, I try
but I just want to spend more time with my mind
It always surprises me every time
And none of you ever do
it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
Annika: voice, guitar
Andreas Mattsson: guitars, Superstringer
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
The obstacles we build for ourselves, my love -
creating decisions to make, my love!
When really, it could be this easy:
you and me, and house, and food
Your roots are stuck in the dirt of this land,
my questions all answered in the firmness of your hand,
I buried some hatred in the snow on the porch,
and when it comes undone, I will understand.
And the wind in the trees are all: sch-uuung, sch-uuung
And the trains that pass by are all: sch-du-dung, sch-du-dung
And you and me are like: let’s go out for a walk
And our feet in the snow are like: tsch-ooo, tsch-ooo
and the choir in my chest is like: oooo- oooo
And the Stockholm insecurity is like: I don’t exist
Night dawns on us now, my love!
We finally found a way to lie, my love -
without an arm getting numb
in the middle of us, my love.
Don’t you get scared of the people now
who look you in the eye and smile at you now
Yes, they condemn you, but they won’t tell!
and that’s how it goes, my love.
And the wind in the trees are like: sch-ooo, sch-ooo
And the trains that pass by are like: sch-du-dung, sch-du-dung
And you and me are like: take your coat on, let’s go out for a walk
And the tears in our eyes when we ski fast in the forrest,
but the choir in my chest is always stuck on the chorus,
And I know it’s in me to get away from this.
Though I like this the best, I always liked this the best.
The obstacles we build for ourselves, my love
The time we spend making decisions, my love
There’s a longing in me for things that yet haven’t occured
I’ll return to you, city,
again and again
Annika: voice, guitar, drum
Andreas Mattsson: piano, guitar, wind
Andrea Kellerman: voice
Fredrik Hultgren: drums
Jens Lagergren: bass
Tomas Hallonsten: Hammond organ
Andreas Forsman: violin
Anna Rodell: violin
Emma Lindhamre: cello
George Kentros: violin
Lars Warnstad: violin
Leo Svensson: cello
I walk these streets like a shadow,
a trap hidden in every corner
My hometown for a million years, Maia!
Still, I feel lke a foreigner.
What if she’s brilliant, Maia?
What if she’s as smart as me?
What if he’s chosen her so well I could have loved her myself?
Don’t tell me, my soul was never that bold.
I fold, Maia, I fold.
I’ve been spending these days wondering what would be worst: if she’s pretty or if she’s not
If she is, I could hold him as shallow. I could feast for days on that
But if she isn’t, I’ll know that it’s true love -
but against beauty, I cannot compete -
It’s July, but my fingers are cold.
I fold, Maia. I fold.
And there are days when I want to feel him so bad it makes me lose my sleep
There are nights I could swear I got the fever just thinking of him
Maia, you said I should try counting sheep.
So I met them, it was on a Sunday. I ran into them on the street
There I was with my near perfect CV, there I was with my college degree
My clothes much more well-fitting than hers, my comments more witty and street
She’s got the bosom of an eighteen year old.
I fold, Maia, I fold.
Annika: voice, guitar, drum
Andreas Mattsson: guitar, harmonica
Maia Hirasawa: voice
You look nice alright
and I like the way you nod after everything I say
like it actually means something
to you
And I like your record collection
Townes and Jens with a hint of Rickie Lee
And you’ve cleaned up the bathroom, made a really nice soup
but a bit too much sci-fi in your shelf with DVD’s
There are things you need to know about me
I’m weak right now, so weak right now
I need proof before I dare to open this heart
so I prepared a quiz for you
Would you freak out if I said i liked you?
Do you walk the line
Is your IQ higher than your neighbour’s
And is it very much higher than mine
Can you sleep when I grind my teeth
Do you look away if I slob when I eat
Will you let me be myself
Can you at all times wear socks, because I’m still scared of feet
And if I’d fall, would you pick me up
And if I’d fall, would you pick me up
Do you talk in the middle of Seinfeld
Do you read more than two books a month
Do you get racist or sexist when you’ve had a few
Is it fine if I make more money than you
Have you slept with any people I work with
Is there anyone you’d rather wish I’d be
Do you still keep pictures of old girlfriends
Are they prettier than me
And if I’d fall, would you pick me up
If I’d fall, would you pick me up
Party favours on the floor and a
Half drunk bottle with a popcorn in it
Yesterday’s dress in a complete mess and a
Bruise on my arm, I don’t know how I got it
January 1st and it’s already clear:
It’s gonna be another shitty year
This years resolutions:
I will exercise more
Call my grandma
Tell my family that I love them
Learn more about the world wars, and forget
I will learn a new word each day
Today’s word is dejected
and on the top of the list there’s you
I’m going to be with you
I haven’t told you yet but I’m going to be with you
Doorbell’s ringing, I ordered pizza
Came half through it, wish I hadn’t eaten so much, had some more
Watching Ivanhoe on TV,
Picturing me as slacker Marion
Wished for a life this year, it’s brand new
but on the top of the list there’s you
I’m going to be with you
I haven’t told you yet but I’m going to be with you
I saw you as soon as you entered the door
I knew I was right not to leave before
From this stupid masquerade party we’re at -
Yeah yeah yeah
I came here dressed like Audrey Horne and
You came here dressed like Salieri
Well Amadeus is making out with Joey Ramone
Don’t think we’ve met!
Only in my dreams ev’ry night
Well nice to meet you
I won’t let you out of my sight
Oh no that’s wrong
Then how could it feel so right
You don’t know it yet but it’s the best night of your life
Aaaa
I hear your voice, boy it’s dark as the devil’s
Why are you standing there talking to Pebbles?
And I’ve got a penguin checking me out
Yeah, yeah yeah
You’ve got the sad eyes of a poet
I know all of that is bullshit
I’ve seen that you got a carpenters hands
I’ve got to go!
Don’t act older than you are
But I’ve got work
Get working and go to the bar
I’ve got a girlfriend
She doesn’t have to know where you are
You don’t know it yet, but it’s the best night of your life
Aaaa
Now, this will be the last bitter song
It will be my last, real bitter song about you
From now on, I’ll write about flowers and butterflies
Chickens and kittens and shit
From now on, I’ll try to look myself in the face
From now on, I’ll try to find someone who knows I exist
so I won’t have to feel like I do
when I write my bitter songs
This is my last real bitter song
about you
I won’t have to mention she was blonde and thin
with a peanut for a brain and volleyballs for chest
I won’t have to mention: that’s always what happens
when you leave him your key, he ends up having sex in your apartment with miss Non-Bitterness
So this will be the last bitter song
I’m feeling cheerful already
I’d like to break his neck, if I may
But most, I’d like to cut off that hair
and cut off that head
and cut off those volleyballs
And I hope her heart gets broken
And I hope she turns bitter, really really bitter
like me
How I wish you’d lied, or had been untrue
That you hadn’t said: “It’s always you.”
How I wish you hadn’t held me all those lonely, lonely nights!
Makes me wonder, makes me wonder why I’m leaving you behind
And I know I’m going to see you down town
with a pretty girl, and you’ll be holding hands
You’ll both be laughing, and she will be wondering the same as me:
was I crazy?
You know I’ve got to be crazy for leaving you behind
I’m such a worthless being
Ruining all we’ve got for
some kind of feeling that there’s more than this
How I wish there was more than there is
Nothing like you (when you’re gone)
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Electric guitar, keyboards, triangle, backing vocals
I swear: I felt it again
the tingling of the first night again
Us moving slowly, Merle Haggard, the fading sun
Well, there’s nothing like you when you’re gone
I wear your sweatshirt again
The one with the cast of Falcon Crest on
The one I forbade you to use time and again
Well it’s sad, I keep putting it on
A friend stopped by and said as quoted:
“I can’t believe that we’re here again
Have you forgotten the women, the drinking, the Blues of the Eighties collection
Oh my God, you’re wearing your Lorenzo Lamas again”
M-hm
Yes, I am lonesome again!
Yes, I am crying again!
Yes, you are getting this letter again
Because there’s nothing like you when you’re gone
Never as tender and never as well dressed
never as handsome and never as good in bed
never had such good taste
never as much like me
Well, there’s nothing like you when you’re gone
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Benjamin Quigley: Double bass Christian Gabel: Drums, percussion Hans Olsson: Keyboards, backing vocals Martin “Konie” Ehrencrona: Guitars
You call me up in the mornings
We’ll stay on the phone until dawning
You tell me secrets I actually keep
You call me up around noon and
Bring me all the good gossip
You hold my head when I throw up
I hold your hand when you weep
And we talk about friends and we talk about records, talk about life and
we’ll talk about death, and we dance in the living room, dance on the
sidewalks, dance in the movies, dance at the festivals, dance, dance
No men ever really dance like this
Damn! I wish I was a lesbian
Damn! I wish I was a lesbian
Damn! I wish I was, and that you were, too
So I could fall in love with you
You call me up in the evenings
And tell me what they did this time
No matter what, I’m by your side
When it’s raining, we’ll go to the video store
We even like the same movies
No damn jedis or hobbits this time
And you laugh at my jokes and I laugh at your jokes and I even like the
birthday presents you get me,
and we dance in the living room, dance on the sidewalks, dance in the
movies, dance at the festivals, let’s dance, dance.
No men ever really dance like this
Why don’t, why don’t I fall
Why don’t I just fall in love with you
If I don’t write this song,
someone I love will die
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Bass guitar, electric and acoustic guitar, percussion, handclaps, backing vocals Christian Gabel: Drums, organ Nils Janson: Trumpet
I check my bed for bugs and spiders (though I don’t really believe they’re there)
I check my head, it’s getting tighter
I want to stop, but I don’t dare
I will not sleep until I’ve counted to 200 three times
I will not sleep until my pencils lie in a straight line
Goodnight, goodbye
It’s late, and I’m too tired to cry
Goodnight, goodbye
Just let me close my weary eyes
I pray to God twice in the evenings
And check the stove four times each day
I spin around the door to make sure that it’s locked
And wear these lucky socks until they fade away
The house might burn down, and it’s all my fault if that puddle doesn’t get me wet
If I get home before the rain you’re mine, but I won’t bet
One day, I’ll be stepping
On cracks and close my eyes
But I’m too tired to argue with myself
I’ll just do this one more time
I thought you said summer is
going to take the pain away
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Bass guitar, electric
guitar, harmonium, keyboards, programming Christian Gabel: Drums Ludwig Bell: Vocals
Finally, the sky is blue
Last night, my friends dragged me to some lake
We drove there real late, we went too fast
Sipping cheap sangria in the backseat
Everybody are laughing and we are listening to our favorite songs
But I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away
January brought a headache
In February, it got even worse
And when you thought it couldn’t get more awful
Say hello to March
April brought me to a funeral
Gained another ten pounds in May
But I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away
Have you ever had the feeling no one really knows what you’re all about
And when you try to show them
They all have things to do tonight
Tonight
Up on a roof, looking over the city
All by myself thinking:
There is nowhere I would rather be than here, so why am I not
Like the others, and why are you not here with me doing crossword puzzles
Saying: it’s going to be okay
Summer’s going to take the pain away
When I’m gone, I promise
It’s going to be okay
Summer is going to take the pain away
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Keyboards Rain on Grev Turegatan: Rain
And suddenly, I don’t feel fat anymore
I don’t count my blackheads as a hobby
I don’t count the marks on the wall
And I don’t sleep well at all
There is someone else right beside me
He kept every secret I told
He giggled his way straight through fall
And I don’t sleep well at all
He knows when I’m happy and nods when I’m sad
And he puts out when I come home drunk
And suddenly I stand real tall
But I don’t sleep well at all
I have seen too many movies
I have read too many books
I’m the kind that sees sun and brings an umbrella
I have been to fortune tellers
And I know love will leave you all crooked
And I know he’ll start sleeping around
Or start listening to symphony rock
Or throw out the key and change the lock
But I don’t sleep well at all
Annika: Vocals Andrea Kellerman: Vocals Andreas Söderlund: Guitar, keyboards, programming
Hello
Do you remember me
I am your long lost pen pal
It must have been ten years ago we last wrote
I don’t really know what happened
I guess life came in the way
Let me know if you’re still alive
Let me know if you ever used that knife or not
Hello
Yes I remember you
I’ve got a husband and two children now
I work as an accountant and make fairly good money
I still have your letters, you used a pink pen to write them
And you would comfort me
when my tears would stain the ink
And I would send you mix tapes with Kate Bush on
I have to admit I sometimes lied in those letters
Tried to make life better than it was
I still wasn’t kissed at sixteen
And I still need a friend
There was this letter
I never told you this back then
But it would be fair to say it saved my life
I sat in the window
The only one left out from a party again
Pretty sure I didn’t have a single friend
Then I checked the mailbox
Dear long lost penpal
I was lying the whole time
I’m really a 46 years old man named Luke
I have three children
and a wife, she doesn’t care
And I hope you don’t resent me
And I hope you do not hate me
For trying to find my way back to what it’s like to be young
I have to admit I sometimes lied in those letters
Tried to make life better than it was
I still wasn’t kissed at sixteen
And I still need a friend
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Bass guitar, electric guitar, tambourine, timpani Christian Gabel: Drums, piano
Somebody ordered too many drinks last night
Somebody reckoned dancing on the bar’s all right
Somebody woke up next to someone else, thinking
Some people thought about killing off themselves
Oh, Lord! Forgive me them Saturday nights
They’ll make you do things you’ll regret for the rest of your life
And Lord! Forbid them glimmering Saturday lights
And tell me I am not me on Saturday nights
Who was that girl who shouted “This one’s on me!”
Who was that girl who dropped her drink on a celebrity
Who was that girl who fell asleep under a tree, singing
Who was that girl, I know for sure it wasn’t me
Somebody promised she would stay in the next week
Somebody dropped out of the house just to take a peak and
Somebody reckoned well just one drink that’ll do
Somebody’s evil twin said: well, let’s make it two
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Bass guitar, electric and acoustic guitar, organ, tambourine, handclaps, backing vocals Christian Gabel: Drums Ludwig Bell: Backing vocals Maia Hirasawa: Backing vocals
Winter’s been real long this year
I know, cause I’ve been there
Summer never seemed to come along
and when it did, it felt all wrong
You’ve been sitting on the sidewalks wondering what went wrong with your life
You’ve been walking to your bedside table and in the top drawer was a knife
Time to take your sweetheart by the hand and lead him to the Promised Land
The only place in North America not destroyed by the government
San Francisco! You’re going
San Francisco! We’re going
Don’t you know you’ll never ever want to turn back
I have news for you my friend:
I’m sticking by you until the end
Doctor’s ordering you the same prescription, see, that worked wonders for me
I sat by myself in bars, I was driven home in state-owned cars
I was filled with so much hate until I saw the Golden Gate
Until my sweetheart took me by the hand and led me to the Promised Land
The only place in North America not yet destroyed by the government
San Francisco! You’re going
San Francisco! We’re going
Don’t you know you’ll never ever want to turn back
And it’s time to pack your bags and call in sick and bring the toothbrush
Withdraw from that savings account what’s savings for, time doesn’t wait and
Hold the door, I’m coming, all that jazz
like an escape from Alcatraz
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Andreas Söderlund: Bass guitar, piano, glockenspiel, tambourine, backing vocals Christian Gabel: Drums Jonathan Larsson: Accordion
Oh, I love you! I wish you got the flu
So I could take care of you
Like you take care of me
I’m such a Florence, a real Florence Nightingale
I’ll fluff your pillows, I’ll buy you a Spiderman comic and read you
’til you fall asleep
Sleep on my shoulder! I won’t wake you even if
My back turns crooked and I have to walk with a limp for a week
I’ll make you soup and none of that kind that you get in a jar cause I
know you don’t like those
Oh, I love you! I wish you got the flu
You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen ñ like a teddy bear on heroin
Come, I’ll tuck you in tight and I’ll sing for you all night
All night
You can hold the remote, I won’t try to steal it
And the best cushion is yours and you can have your feet on me,
Even though I’m scared of feet and even though I had a hard day at work
Oh, I love you! I wish you got the flu
You can lay your weight on me and I’ll be your backbone
Lay your weight on me
You won’t have to worry
I can’t believe it’s not love!
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Christian Gabel: Drums, rhodes Hans Olsson: Keyboards Martin “Konie” Ehrencrona: Electric guitar, bass guitar
Can I sleep on your shoulder?
Whisper sweet words in my ear.
Can we go out together?
Can we make out and pretend it’s all there?
Cause you know, I’ve been waiting for
something that hasn’t come through
But it might come along soon
And until that, you will do
I can’t believe it’s not love!
I’ll take you to the movies
Yell at you when you’re late
You can sigh when I shower for too long
Hold up the bathroom so that you have to wait
Invite people over for dinner
Make up names for kids we could have had
And when we get drunk, we can get it together
Go home too early, everyone will say we’re sad
I can’t believe it’s not love!
Have white wine parties in the sun
And talk about what it’s going to be like to find someone
I can’t believe it’s not true
And I can’t believe you didn’t know this, too
Loneliness is better
when you’re not alone
Annika: Vocals, 5th grade piano Christian Gabel: Church organ
What would you say if I asked of you
- out of loneliness, out of loneliness
What would you say if I asked of you
- out of loneliness, out of loneliness
Could I be with you
Can I be with you
It’s warm inside the night club
Your face is lit up by a disco light
I don’t want to go home alone, not tonight
I have a picture of a man who used to sit in that chair
I will go anywhere
Just as long as I’m with someone
You will do, just take me home for tea
If I told you my stories and sang you my songs
Would you laugh at me
Would you pity me
What would you say if I asked of you
Not out of accident, out of loneliness
Would you shelter me
Will you shelter me
I will be gone when you wake up
No awkward breakfasts, I swear
And don’t you look for me, because I could be anywhere
In someone else’s house
In someone else’s arms
With someone else to warm the pain away
What can I ask of you
What would you want from me
What would you say if I just fell asleep
Annika: Vocals, acoustic guitar Emil Strandberg: Trumpet Maria Ahlsten: You’re-not-getting-anything-you-knows Pär Westerlund: Handclaps
I’ve been looking for you, baby Anywhere that I can find
And I was searching for your sweet name
Cause you never left my mind
I’ve been on the Altavista
I went twice on the Yahoo
And everywhere I go, there is always a clue, always something about you
that may help me get my hands on you
like
It’s your birthday tomorrow
but you’re not getting anything you know
It’s your birthday tomorrow
but I’m not supposed to know
Not supposed to know
Hacked into the school computer
changed all of your D’s to A’s
Broke into the dentist’s office
Know you never needed braces
Know you moved from another small town
Know you’re never going away
Cause soon, you¥ll fall in love
The fortune teller said
And I know who will be the one to make your bed
And it’s your birthday tomorrow
but you’re not getting anything you know
It’s your birthday tomorrow
but I’m not supposed to know
Not supposed to know
I was talking to your best friend
I checked out your high school yearbook
I was driving round your Mum’s house
she makes great coffee, you know
I spoke to your former girlfriend
so now, I know what I’ve got to expect
And yesterday, you passed me by
I swear, you nearly said Hi
I could have died
I swear to God I started crying
I won’t tell you, baby, you drink too much
This year, on Valentine’s Day.
And I won’t see you looking at that girl’s butt
This year, on Valentine’s Day.
I won’t remind you I’m not for granted,
Won’t have to beg you to take a shower.
I won’t even cry cause you don’t love me enough
This year, on Valentine’s Day.
Got my bags packed and I’m bringing the dog,
Going too fast on the highway.
Lost my love for me when I loved you,
Gonna reclaim it all on Valentine’s Day.
O –
True love at last, on Valentine’s Day.
Gonna have dinner with the coolest girl,
Although she’s been broken down during this stay.
Just me, myself and my biggest laughter
Candle light dinner on Valentine’s Day.
And then, I’ll go dancing at the finest club,
Find a kid who’s ready to play.
Gonna get all the pleasure you never could give me,
This year on Valentine’s Day.
O –
True love at last, on Valentine’s Day.
So I hope you are sorry and I wish you the worst
And that’s all I had to say.
I think we have fish sticks if you need dinner
This year, on Valentine’s Day.
Got a feeling this is going to be Valentine’s year.
Roses are red and violets are blue, sugar is sweet and I’m leaving you.
If you say that you’re the One
How come you always bring me down?
How come you always bring me down
if you say that you’re the One
and: if I’m always on your mind
how come you’ve been so hard to find?
how come you’ve been so hard to find
if I’m always on your mind
you left me looking like a fool, boy
you left me yearning for your love
thought about leaving just to let you know that I am not for granted
guess I am for granted
and when night has turned to day,
I’ll never leave you anyway
I’ll never leave you anyway
when the night has turned to day
you left me looking like a fool, boy
you left me yearning for your love
thought about leaving just to let you know that I am not for granted
guess I am for granted
guess I am for granted
if I’m always on your mind
how come you’ve been so hard to find?
how come you’ve been so hard to find
if I’m always on your mind
