torsdag 9 september 2010
In your love my salvation lies.
Jag hade en mardröm inatt.
Ida min Ida och jag klättrade upp i ett träd
och vi måste ha varit små, för vi hade lugg.
Jag började gråta
eftersom jag är höjdrädd.
Men Ida min Ida tog min hand och sa att
tårar kommer inte hjälpa dig ner härifrån.
Jag kramade om hennes hand
tills jag vaknade.
Ida min Ida och jag klättrade upp i ett träd
och vi måste ha varit små, för vi hade lugg.
Jag började gråta
eftersom jag är höjdrädd.
Men Ida min Ida tog min hand och sa att
tårar kommer inte hjälpa dig ner härifrån.
Jag kramade om hennes hand
tills jag vaknade.
onsdag 8 september 2010
tisdag 7 september 2010
Canciones que te atrapan, que recuerdan, que acompañan.
Ur högtalarna spelas det toner från
dåtiden, nutiden, framtiden.
Toner som påminner om en slags värme som inte solen kan ge.
En saknad som med naglar fäster sig fast
och som vägrar släppa taget.
Mitt livs kärkek,
det är ni det.
dåtiden, nutiden, framtiden.
Toner som påminner om en slags värme som inte solen kan ge.
En saknad som med naglar fäster sig fast
och som vägrar släppa taget.
Mitt livs kärkek,
det är ni det.
måndag 6 september 2010
söndag 5 september 2010
lördag 4 september 2010
Merci
Mamma och halvlillen kommer in i mitt rum
med en gitarr.
"Du fick låna den här av Sissel tills Max kommer."
Ni skulle sett mitt leende.
med en gitarr.
"Du fick låna den här av Sissel tills Max kommer."
Ni skulle sett mitt leende.
A man walks into a bar
orders a beer and a bowl of peanuts
but the bar turns into a spaceship and
the bartender gives him a hair cut.
I cant remember the end of that joke
you once told it to me when we smoked
on your fathers expensive cigars,
all i remember is the part of a man walking into a bar.
How many lovers does it take
to put a light bulb into a socket?
Why did Mona Lisa smile?
I have the answer written down in my pocket.
I just remember I laughed til i cried because
you told it with your funny voice,
your southern dialect makes me rejoice
those special times we had when love was just
a silly gag.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and
laughter is the only way into my heart.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and laughter
is the only way into my heart.
Summer night on a gravel road
you told me about your childhood friend Veronica,
who was claimed to have swallowed a toad and
I picked up my harmonica.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and laughter
is the only way into my heart,
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and
laughter is the only way into my heart.
A man walks into a bar orders a scotch and
a bottle of coke.
But the laughter is gone in his heart,
you never told me the end of the joke.
but the bar turns into a spaceship and
the bartender gives him a hair cut.
I cant remember the end of that joke
you once told it to me when we smoked
on your fathers expensive cigars,
all i remember is the part of a man walking into a bar.
How many lovers does it take
to put a light bulb into a socket?
Why did Mona Lisa smile?
I have the answer written down in my pocket.
I just remember I laughed til i cried because
you told it with your funny voice,
your southern dialect makes me rejoice
those special times we had when love was just
a silly gag.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and
laughter is the only way into my heart.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and laughter
is the only way into my heart.
Summer night on a gravel road
you told me about your childhood friend Veronica,
who was claimed to have swallowed a toad and
I picked up my harmonica.
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and laughter
is the only way into my heart,
I know why Mona Lisa smiled
Da Vinci must have been a really funny guy and
laughter is the only way into my heart.
A man walks into a bar orders a scotch and
a bottle of coke.
But the laughter is gone in his heart,
you never told me the end of the joke.
Jens Lekman
torsdag 2 september 2010
onsdag 1 september 2010
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