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Sparkling
03:38
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I’m out dancing
I’m out drinking
While my whole world is collapsing
I’m wearing a bright pink skirt
And a black sequin shirt
I wanted to be colorful tonight
I wanted to sparkle
I am sparkling
While wondering
”What have I done?”
My whole world turned
My whole world turned
Now, who am I?
I made a list
It’s in my bag
I’ll sneak into the bathroom
and I’ll read it again
Those are good reasons
Those are great reasons
Convincing even
Very convincing
I’ll plan my weeks
I’ll play more music
I’ll keep in touch with my loved ones
On a more regular basis
I’ll eat more greens
I’ll eat more sweets
I’ll have a good time
I’ll get more things done
While wondering
“What have I done?”
My whole world turned
My whole world turned
Around
My whole world turned
My whole world turned
Now who am I?
I’ll read that list over and over
’til it’s imprinted somewhere in my brain
And after tonight those five first nights
They will be over
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2. |
It Keeps Happening
02:38
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When we lived together, we were a good team
I’d take care of her dog and she’d take care of me
We’d have long breakfasts on Sundays and on Wednesdays
And sometimes I would have dinner ready for her
When she got home from work
Now it’s updates on each other’s lives
I forget to tell her about mine
I forget to tell the most important
Things that are on my mind
Or maybe I’m just not sure
How to express myself
In a suitable way
I’ll think things through
And I’ll tell her next time
But what does she care?
I mean, what does anyone care?
When I don’t even care
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of talking about me
I’m tired of singing about me
But it keeps happening
When she comes to visit,
I hope that we can go for a walk,
Just the two of us
Maybe in the Kleingarten
It’s kinda like a park
And we both love parks, we’re special that way
We both love parks, we’re special that way
And when we go for that walk, we’ll be a good team again
I’ll take care of her, and she’ll take care of me again
It’s not gonna be a one-way street, no
It’s not gonna be a one-way street
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of talking about me
I’m tired of singing about me
But it keeps happening
I’m tired of me (so are we)
I’m tired of talking about me (so are we
I’m tired of singing about me (so are we)
But it keeps happening
I’m tired of me (so are we)
I’m tired of talking about me (so are we)
I’m tired of singing about me (so are we)
But it keeps happening
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Babe, pay for my train ride
You know that I won’t fly
You’ve known me for years
You know that I
Have my principles
And I’ll stick with them
Babe, pay for my bus ride
Hey, maybe I will fly
You’ve known me for years
You know that I
Have a tendency to lie
A tendency to change my mind
Babe, pay for my flight
And I’ll come visit you sometime
In Stockholm
I’ll sleep on your floor
Like I did that time
When you had bought
Twenty-two citrus fruits
Put them on the kitchen table
And next to them a note welcoming me
And a bottle of soda
A bottle of soda and a bottle of wine
Babe, pay for my flight
And I’ll remind you of that time
When we were hanging out in the basement of your parents’ house
Eating crisps in the morning, sour cream & onion
Then your sister and her now ex walked in (yeah)
They were going jogging
Laughed at us
And we laughed back at them
Called them workoutaholics
We always knew how to take it easy
At least I always knew how to take it easy
While you were running in circles around me
The only times I ever went jogging in the past seven or eight years or so
Were when you dragged me out of the house
Then, always running in circles around me
Always running in circles around me
Babe, pay for my flight
And I’ll come visit you tonight
We talk on the phone
But it’s not enough
And I don’t have the funds right now to travel
Babe, pay for my flight (I have to tell you that)
I lost my principles tonight
Now I might as well lose another one
Hell, I might as well lose all of them
I know you’ll understand
You’ve seen me change
And I’ve changed again
I now stab people in the back when they’re not prepared,
I stab people in the back when they’re not prepared,
Be aware
I thought they were prepared
Be aware
I thought they were prepared
Be aware
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4. |
Glowing
05:25
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Your grandmother has been waving at me on Facebook
Every other week
Since we parted
I have not replied yet
But I feel like I should
I always liked her
And I don’t want her to think that I don’t
For Christmas, she sent me a chain letter in Danish
I wanted to tell you, I knew you’d find it funny
But I can’t write you anymore
I can’t stand that I hurt you
Can you stand, that you hurt me too?
I can’t understand that that’s the way things went down
And that those were the premises we had
And that we have again
How one day you look into someone’s eyes
And their whole being seems to be glowing like a lamp
On the next day you both look grey
Somehow you blended into the wall
Can anyone see you at all?
I ask around to make sure you’re ok
I hear you’re doing fine
I hear you met someone
It makes me feel relieved
I want you to be fine
It makes me feel slightly weird
At the same time
I spent so many years thinking we’d always be glowing
I spent so many years thinking we’d always be glowing
But we’re not glowing anymore
We’re not glowing anymore
We’re not glowing anymore
We blended into the wall
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5. |
Blood Moon Eclipse
03:41
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Anita was not fond of shallow small talk
Said all her former lovers had been cancers
Now she has to wish them happy birthday
All of them within some weeks
I said,
Cancer is my worst star sign
According to all the astrology guides
My drummer is one
She must be an exception
Read me my horoscope, please will you
I’m a Libra born on an exceptionally
Hot October evening
On the day before me, they all went grilling in the forest
My parents, my brothers, and a dog I can’t remember
And also a dog I do remember still
My mother, she would feel me kicking
While eating a hot dog with mustard on
That exceptionally hot October day
It was a normal day
That’s what they say
Besides the heat
Just like today
Besides the heat,
The moon, and all of you
Read me my horoscope, please will you
(now, now, now, now)
“There’s adventure in your heart, no
There’s a thunderstorm in there, no
Ignore your head don’t be too rational
Wear your heart on your sleeve
Wear your feelings on your collar
Take all the chances you get”
Ok, that is decent advice
And there’s a thunderstorm tonight
I mean in my heart, but also weather wise,
And I’ve heard there’s a blood moon eclipse too
And I’m wearing a shirt
With a collar, with sleeves
It must be destiny
It must be destiny
Have you heard
There’s a blood moon eclipse tonight
Let’s go see it in the memorial park
There’s a blood moon eclipse tonight
Let’s go see it in the memorial park
We may even see Mars
We’ll most definitely see some stars
We may even see Mars
And I’ll see you
Reflected in the moon
I’ll see all of you
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6. |
Dutch Kate Moss
03:34
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Thought I knew who to be
Thought I knew who to love
Thought I knew what I wanted
But turns out I never did
Turns out I never will
I know how to be
A privileged loser who looks like shit
A privileged loser who looks like shit
No one ever tells me that I remind them of someone famous
That’s code for being ugly, right
Except once someone said I looked like a
Dutch Kate Moss
I’ll never forget it
On my death bed,
That’s what I’ll remember
Cause we were taught that that’s what matters
And even though I, we, do know better
The more theories I read about
Social structures
The more I feel
Like a hopeless case
Like it’s too late
Too internalized
Besides, I did not know much back then
It was in London, when I was 16
I told everyone I was 17, I thought it sounded more mature
And I did feel much older than before
Just from being there
From breathing in
That London air
From being there
One evening we went to an indie pub
Then to an after party, my very first one
When some German dude asked if he could kiss me in front of everyone
I said “no, you’re way too old”
On the way back to Gothenburg, I changed my mind
I thought I should’ve just done it, to tell everyone
Oh damn, I wish I knew who to kiss
Wish I knew who to love
Wish I knew what I wanted but
I’m sure I’ll know more
When I’m 24
Sure I’ll have my shit together then
I probably won’t even remember this
I will have had that very first kiss
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7. |
Morning Light
02:33
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In the morning light the town looks like it should
There was a time when morning was as dark as night
The sun was never up, how did you survive?
I heard you say
“This is the last fucking winter here”
Half a year
In the dark
Is time wasted
The birds are flying south
They must be smarter than I am
Cause winter is minus degrees
And moving as fast as possible between rooms
For some it’s about surviving without
Any rooms to move in between
For you it’s drinking lots of tea
And dreaming of Australia
Where it’s supposed to be easier
Where people are happier
And winter is train delays
And crowded concerts and snowy streets
And I, I’ve never lived in an apartment with a balcony
But if I did, I wouldn’t use it half of the year anyway
What a waste of time and balcony
When the town is grey it’s saying
“Don’t live here”
When spring arrives it says the opposite thing
In the morning light I want to stay
In the morning light
In the morning light
In the morning light
In the morning light I want to stay
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8. |
I Saw My Heart
04:02
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I saw my heart
From the inside and out
I saw it on the screen
Of the cardiologist’s machine
It looked quite normal
It looked quite plain
And there was nothing that would explain
The pressure on my chest
My fluttered heart,
My constantly being out of breath
And neither the sonography, nor the lung scan
Would tell me anything about the situation
I think the cardiologist even used the word “perfect”
When she described my heart
Now I want to see yours
I want to see what it beats for
Could it be me?
Not fully, but partly
Or at least a small amount
But seeing mine didn’t really tell my anything about anything
Except some of the shape seemed to have healed
Maybe seeing yours would tell me something about some things
A chance to see through you
What if you would leave,
Without me ever seeing your heart on a screen?
What if you would leave,
Without me ever seeing your heart on a screen?
Would we even have been in love?
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9. |
Band Made Out of Sand
04:46
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Before I go to bed
I think of my second head
It fell off one day
And faded away
Reminds me of the fetus of the conjoined twins
That I saw conserved in a museum
Mmm
And I think I stayed and stared at them for a little too long
Before moving on to the skeleton
Of a blue whale
And I opened my lunch box in there
But you were not supposed to eat or drink
Inside the skeleton
So they kicked us out and said “go eat in the park”
I went out there with my best friend
This is where I lost a second head
She told me she was moving away
While we were having lunch
Surrounded by squirrels and lame children
I looked around
And I thought
“Who shall I befriend,
When I don’t like a single one of them?”
And I felt lonely for a year or two
Ooh
Was this your first time in the city?
Could’ve been my first time in the city
Was this your first time feeling lonely?
Could’ve been my first time feeling lonely
And now I find myself in the city most of my time
And I find myself feeling lonely from time to time
We decided to start a band
We wrote each other letters with lyrics in them
But we were seven and the lyrics, they obviously sucked
And we never had any intention to ever meet up and play
Not even once
IT WAS A BAND MADE OUT OF SAND
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10. |
Green Fingers
04:29
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You have green fingers
I wish I would have inherited them
All my plants are dying
I had to throw out half of them
While your garden is blossoming
And you know all the names
Of every flower
Of every tree
Of every berry
Of every leaf
One summer there was a heron following you around
Flew to you while you were watering your dahlias
It accompanied you to the lake
Where you once killed a snake
Afterwards we had blueberry cake
And I would always
fake, fake, fake, fake,
Fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake, fake, fake, fake
”I love this cake”
Sometimes you’d lock eyes with me
Your mind be far away and you’d say
“How old are you now?”
I’d say “I’m twenty-five”
And you’d go, “oh”
“Oh, it must have been twenty-five years then!
Since the love of my life passed away”
The love of your life
I never met him
We put flowers on the grave
And he’s in my DNA
What we inherited from him
I don’t know
What we inherited from you
I’m not sure
But if I grow up to be anything like you
It will do
At your funeral
There was a heron circling around
Maybe it came to say farewell
Maybe it was you
How could I tell?
I was only present in my mind
And through a live-stream
From Germany
I will always
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
Of having instant coffee in the garden with you
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