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Did you take tram number seven to heaven?
Did you eat your banana from Seven Eleven?
I'm driving in my daddy's car, life is aching in my heart
If we someday have to part, where do I go when you take
Tram number seven to heaven
Tram number seven to heaven
Tram number seven to heaven
I'm walking, I'm walking in your tracks
Millions have turned backs
Fifteen heart attacks, later
Tram number one is full of fun
Tram number two is couchie coo
Tram number three has misery
Tram number four knocks at your door
Tram number five, I'm still alive
Tram number six, I think I'm fixed
Tram number seven
Tram number seven to heaven
Tram number seven to heaven
Tram number seven to heaven
Tram number seven to heaven
I'm fixed, I'm fixed, I'm fixed, I'm fixed
I'm fixed, I'm fixed, I'm fixed
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Do you remember the riots in Gothenburg
in the summer of two thousand and one
Boy, we sure had fun
I held your hand so proud
it was shaking from what I learned was doubt
in the warm summer sun
And I saw my face on a screen
they filmed us from a helicopter
The most frightened face I've seen
red in the face like a lobster
Do you remember the riots in Gothenburg
in the summer of two thousand and one
Boy, we sure had fun
Down the avenue
the black black crew
were throwing rocks at the cops stand
everyhing stopped
They started a bonfire
a couple of days prior
I wanted to do that too
burn down the avenue
And I saw my face on a screen
they filmed us from a helicopter
The most frightened face I've seen
red in the face like a lobster
And your hands slipped out of mine
I couldn't see no love in your eye
and I knew what I had to do
burn the avenue
And I'm not a political fighter
and I don't even have a cigarette lighter
But I wanna see that fire
I just wanna see that fire
I just wanted to see that fire
Burn down the avenue
Do you remember the riots in Gothenburg
in the summer of two thousand and one
Boy, we sure had fun
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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 lovesong 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 someones lover
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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It's autumn in Gothenburg
I'm walking home to my suburb
Rain falls hard on the city
on every homeless kitty
Oh please god bring relief
even if it's only brief
that she says the dreamer just make-believe
but I thought she said maple leaves
So we talked for hours
and you cried into my sheets
you said you hated your body
that it was just a piece of meat, I disagreed
I think you're beautiful
but it's impossible
to make you understand
that if you don't take my hand
I lose my mind completely
Madness will finally defeat me
She said it was all make-belief
but I thought you said maple leaves
and when she talked about the fall
I thought she talked about the season
I never understood at all
I thought she said maple leaves
and when she talked about about the fall
I thought she talked about Mark E Smith
I never understood at all
I never understood at all
I never understood at all
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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 straight-forwardness
and brushed away my fringe
as a signal of well-being
and accepting 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 pitched sound
when her cold fingers touched me
She said "shhh
please be quiet
I know you don't want to
but please deny it"
She said "shhh
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 thought it was just
porn and gonorrhea
And Lou Reed said in the film
"Blue in the face"
that compared 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 has surely met her
The doubt in her eyes
when I said I wanted to kiss her
for the sake of liking her
and not because of the blizzard
She said "shhh
please be quiet
I know you don't want to
but please deny it"
She said "shhh
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 two thousand years
this place will be covered by ice
and the people who will dig us up
will be in for a big surprise
After carefully studying
our calcium-nourished bones
they'll find enclosed
our hearts of stone
Singing 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, the future could be so bright
Oh Julie, the ticket inspector's out of sight
What will you do when you graduate
if you stay here you'll suffocate
And all your friends are moving to London
while the cherry trees are still in blossom
Oh Julie
Oh hold me, hold me trough the sweet hereafter
Being 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
tearing down the Colluseum
They said we'd hit the bottom
but the cherry trees are still in blossom
Julie, you know that I ain't for hire
but you can have me, you can trade me for your cigarette lighter
Oh Julie
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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 and 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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She worked in my postoffice.
In my zip code, in my postal area.
I don't think I 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 into my bones.
And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
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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 older than your 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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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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