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Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.
Little Lisa, today is your day. Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya'. There are too many candles in your cake. But don't you worry, there's no hurry. The Jehovas are standing by your door. And they're offering eternal suffering. Eternal life, but you say no. Turn on the radio, clean the windows. Do it in slow-mo, as the day unfolds. Oh how the sun shines inside you, just like I do. These days are gold. The nights are silver. They make you shiver. Tomorrow the Jehovas will come by. And they will ask you of an excuse not to accept eternal life. But I love you, yes I love you. But I would never kiss your lips. 'Cause there's a friendship, a lovely kinship. Here's a tulip to match your eyes. Oh drinking cheap wine to bosanova. You're a supernova in the sky. The Jehovas, in their pull-overs are no Casanovas, like you and I. Oh happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you. Oh happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Oh happy birthday, little Lisa. Happy birthday to you.' |
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| 2:30 |
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| 3:24 |
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Yeah, I got busted
So I used my one phone call to dedicate A song to you on the radio Yeah, I got busted In custody, I imagined our melody Being played on a grand piano I saw your face in front of me It was perfect clarity I saw a light in the end of the tunnel And it was you 'Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that You are the light You are the light by which I travel into this and that Yeah, I got busted I painted a dirty word on your old man's Mercedes-Benz 'Cause you told me to do it Yeah, I got busted But soon they released me 'cause the cops were sad And they didn't know how to prove it Oh, I saw your face in front of me It was perfect clarity I saw a light in the end of the tunnel And it was you 'Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that You are the light You are the light by which I travel into this and that It's all so obvious, so obvious Why would anyone need a map or a compass? It's so beautiful To be guided by you 'Cause you are the light You are the light by which I travel into this and that You are the light You are the light by which I travel into this and that You are the light, light You are the light, light |
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If you ever need a stranger
To sing at your wedding A last minute choice Then I am your man I know every song, you name it By Bacharach or David Every stupid love song That's ever touched your heart Every power ballad that's ever Climbed the charts You think it's funny My obsession with the holy matrimony But I'm just so amazed to witness true love And true love can be measured Through these simple pleasures They are waiting there for you To be discovered I would cut of my right arm To be someone's lover And maybe I'll meet her there tonight At the wedding buffet I walk up to her When she's caught the bouquet And oh, it's just like a whirlwind |
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Oh Silvia, I was dancing to Michael Jackson
Oh Silvia, when I heard your German accent Oh Silvia, and I went down on my knees for her majesty Your royal highness is that how you shall be adressed Oh her highness, I'm always at your service Oh her highness, will you listen when I now confess I've been hurting again, a cold black diamond The same kind of pain that I had when I was seven Do you remember when I shook your hand Oh Silvia, I took my bike to the cemetery Oh Silvia, and I claimed my territory Oh Silvia, smoked a cigarette, blew smoke rings in the face of death And this town will be cold when it gets hit by a comet by the harb we found a boat with your name written on it and I had blood in my mouth when I spit Oh Silvia Oh her highness, I heard you say in some interview that feminism was something that didn't suit you a lack of interest perhaps, or maybe you're just stupid and inbreed But I still remember when I saw you as a godness Your picture on my wall so gentle and modest Do you see these tears in my face I thought we had a deal that the one who falls from grace would be the one to kneel Now it's just you and me, Silvia Don't shed no useless tears Oh Silvia, no one will care in a hundred years No one will ever forget your name they'll look after your grave but it's not the same, you say Now it's just you and me, Silvia It's just you and me It's just you and me |
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I met her in a snowstorm I was outdoors plowing
She just walked up to me and said "Hey boy how's it going?" I admired her straightforwardness and brushed away my fringe As a signal of well being and excepting her challenge We went home to her place and cooked up some chili Warmed us from the inside 'cause the outside was chilly We had to be quiet to not wake up her family But I made a high-pitch sound when her cold fingers touched me She said: Schh, please be quiet I know you don't want to but please deny it She said: Schh, please be quiet I know you don't want to but please deny it When people think of Sweden I think they have the wrong idea Like Cliff Richards who though it was just porn and gonorrhea And Lou Reed said in the film Blue in the Face That compare to New York City Sweden was a scary place They seem to have a point after meeting with this girl Maybe not Cliff Richards but Lou had surely met her The doubt in her eyes when I said I wanted to kiss her For the sake of liking her not because of the blizzard She said Schh, please be quiet I know you don't want to but please deny it She said Schh, please be quiet I know you don't want me but please deny it 'Cause the cold Swedish winter is right outside And I just want somebody to hold me through the night The cold Swedish winter is right outside And I just want somebody to hold me through the night In 2000 years this place will be covered by ice And the people who dig us up will be in for a big surprise When they're carefully studying our calcium nourished bones They'll find enclosed, our hearts of stone Singing that The cold Swedish winter is right outside And I just want somebody to hold me through the night The cold Swedish winter is right outside And I just want somebody to hold me through the night |
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Oh Julie, meet me by the vending machine
Oh Julie, I'm gonna buy you a wedding ring Eating French fries by the dock of the bay Lots of ketchup and mayonnaise You said this town's too big for our hearts You can't tell where it ends or starts Oh Julie, put on your jacket tonight Oh Julie, the ticket inspector's out of sight What will you do when you graduate? If you stay here you will suffocate And all your friends are moving to London While the cherry trees are still in blossom Oh Julie Oh hold me, hold me for the sweet hereafter The end with you can be very fatal Somehow we forget to pray for the angels Then the angels make sure that our hearts are devoured. Make us jump from the Eiffel Tower Oh Julie, you know that I ain't for hire But you can have me. You can trade me for your cigarette lighter Take a step from the humdrum Step out of the museum They said we had hit the bottom But the cherry trees are still in blossom Oh Julie, you know that I ain't for hire But you can have me I would invite you back to the invention of fire Oh Julie |
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| 5:28 |
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She worked in my postoffice.
In my zip code, in my postal area. Aaaah. I don't think we should reveal her name. She'll remain anonymous, but we can call her Maria. I met her at university. She stared at me, I stared right back at her. We went out for a coffee or two. It all felt new, I can tell you. But she turned out to be a psychogirl. They all fall for me, psychogirls. They are drawn to me, mysteriously, I don't know why. Just turn around now, psychogirl. I can't be your guy, I can't dry your tears from your eyes. She sent me an SMS. But it felt more like an SOS, a cry for help. I know your life has been a mess. You cried yourself to sleep as a child. In your mommy's dress and your summerdress. But stop following me psychogirl. I have enough problems to deal with on my own. Just turn around now psychogirl. Your eyes are like knives, cutting in to my walls. And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologists psychologist? If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologists psychologist? If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologists psychologist? Aaaah. |
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| 4:39 |
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Everyday make a fine loaf of bread
And after work just before sunset You hang down to the city park There you're alone with the burbs in the dark And I've seen other people do that too But they're old and you're twenty-two They lost hope and soon they'll be gone They'll just vanish with the setting sun But I know, yes I know, They're flying within you again, But I won't let them get you 'Cause you're my only friend You're my only friend When I said I wanted to be your dog I wasn't coming on to you I just wanted to lick your face Lick those raindrops from the rainy days You can take me for a walk in the park I'll be chasing every single lark I'll be burying all the skeleton bones Peeing on every cold black stone But I know, yes I know, They're flying within you again, But I won't let them eat you 'Cause you're my only friend My friend My only friend You're my friend |
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| 3:44 |
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She said let's put a plastic bag over our heads
and then kiss and stuff 'til we get dizzy and fall on the bed. We were in heaven for five or six minutes, then we passed out and I was so in love I thought I knew what love was all about. In church on sunday making out in front of the preacher. You had a black shirt on with a big picture of Nietzsche. When we had done our thing for a full christian hour, I had made up my mind that there must be a higher power. A higher, higher power. A higher, higher power. At a Christmas-party, I'd hold your hair when you vomit, I'd help you up to brush your teeth, and then I'd kiss your stomach. We lie still on your bed, the room is lit only by the tele and it's a perfect night for feeling melancholy. A higher, higher power. A higher, higher power. Higher, higher power. Higher, a higher power. A higher, higher power. A higher, higher power. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-12-13
Subject : Jens Lekman - When I Said I Wanted to Be Your Dog (Secretly Canadian,2004)
