Everyone has a side that's never good on a photo you can turn your head right till it's undone Everyone has things doing [1] the question comes every day bounces against a stomach collides with a discomfort Everyone talks about their own things change their views from time to time listen a bit absent-mindedly a thousand words to listen to Everyone has a background even more their own reasons try a moment's chat coax away a quarrel a chat a chat a good moment everyone has a good moment
Monday rings give me strength to stand Chose the wrong subjects at school but it'll have to do I can work I can be unemployed the market's stingy, I'm generous If I go to sleep put me in a tree a tree on the way out into the summer put me to the test again Darkness falls, tumbles down over the day tyres screech summer's raging in the town I can sit at home I can go out I can rest I can finish If I wither put me in a tree a tree on the way out into the summer and I'm dressed up and green again I'm green again green again I'm green again
Here and now ends the public road enter at your own risk A person plays bird, in-between or fish [2] hi-hi down hi-hi down up, up, up, up, down A person cuts up their bad thoughts like a fence soon after, a problem leaves the body and all the crush Wishes that come true it happens too seldom just something in between hi-hi down hi-hi down up, up, up, up, down hi-hi down hi-hi down up, up, up, up, down... etc.
It adds up to zero, it's never too late it adds up to zero, repressed problems What? is it true? Now or never... now or never... I come up with what I want to hear I turn up the sound till it hurts in my ear The molecules contained in my brain never brake, I can't put up any resistance Nosferatu my only companion you fill the breadth, I'm never lazy It's raining lyrics, I make them with my mouth I burn the heat my death's disappeared Everything crazy seems so familiar DNA spirals my life is dear to me I walk on the carpet I feel it well here you're planning I take my day off I come up with etc... Chorus. I come up with etc... Repressed problems x4 Chorus,
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Ran into wisdom in an old woman saw about an elephant on TV cut my finger on a piece of paper then I sang a bit off-key I promise it's true First there was the news and then a tune Africa was shaken by a serious epidemic tasted a soup with carrots in it then I crept under the blanket out on my edge I searched in books for a sensation we saw a film at the cinema it was worse than a turkey we spoke about money and both of us lost faith then I came home in the night in a bad state Smoke came out of my mouth Like it does when there's frost I saw a dot in the air it was an aircraft I put a letter in the letterbox tomorrow you'll get post I felt a bit unwell I forgot to eat breakfast In the evening came the evening I wasn't surprised you gave me a bit of a telling-off for the first time in a month the neighbour had a party there were lights burning in the garden we ate dinner in front of the TV they were reporting about riots I stumbled in the hall on the way to make the coffee everything ran out with the sand and Sweden missed the penalty I fell asleep at half past eight just like an old woman I dreamed I was real and the dream became pleasant and vivid
It comes up like an unexpected mountain it doesn't matter to me [3] You close off your eyes on colour it doesn't matter to me I get a kiss after we've broken up it doesn't matter to me I miss the bus by a minute it doesn't matter to me I feel something, something I feel something.... I get pushed about by a real man it doesn't matter to me He goes past me in the queue sometimes it doesn't matter to me I'll never catch up with a comet it doesn't matter to me under the wallpaper some old wallpaper I feel something, something I feel something.... My beloved despair gets me no medals it doesn't matter to me The last line will probably just be a detail it doesn't matter to me I feel something, something I feel something.... Something, something, I feel something I feel that something, something has to be done
We saw the park the Indians were given it took a moment to understand little things we've thought about We saw a white spot on the radar today it came like a punch in the stomach a light that darkness needs a light that darkness needs We heard an underwater sound on a tape and three found their own thoughts a message about tailwind from a different direction We saw the park the Indians were given it came like a punch in the stomach I got stronger as the minutes went by they lasted me the whole day an arrow that pointed towards the window We fish deep for pure imagination it's hard not to a murmur through murmurs it will be our goal
The root begins beyond the earth space stretches inwards the oxygen gives my soul a plan better than exhaust fumes from the town Planes leave Seattle land now in Düsseldorf I like things that no one cares about Stop! stop! When I get curious time stands still I feel alright and can handle a bit more Tape catches radio-noise Tape catches radio-noise cycling trip in rainy gravel I like things that no one cares about Stop! stop! When I get curious time stands still I feel alright and can handle a bit more x2 A simple question: Why is it like that? - I've no idea but it amuses me anyway I like things that no one cares I go barefoot in a shop take an icecream-boat I'm in love before, I was rude and surly maybe I can get along well here
Paper bag On my head Nighttime on the bus Daytime on the bus Paper bag Paper bag On my head Light illumination Dark illumination Paper bag On my head In my head In my head Advertising campaign Paper bag Paper bag On my head New Swedes Old Swedes Unswedish atmosphere Unswedish atmosphere In Sweden Nice atmosphere Nice atmosphere Nice atmosphere Paper bag Unswedish atmosphere Strange atmosphere Advertising campaigns Election campaigns And there I stand with a Paper bag On my head Nighttime on the bus Daytime on the bus Unswedish atmosphere New Swedes Old Swedes New prejudices Old prejudices Paper bag On my head On the way home On the way to the bus On the way into the bus On the way to the back of the bus Nighttime on the bus Paper bag[back/tillbaka]