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Jens Lekman
Jens Lekman




Альбом Jens Lekman


Oh You're So Silent Jens (2005)
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At the department of forgotten songs
There is a crying girl, she's lonely
She's just sixteen or forty-five
She's been abandoned for almost all her life
She can remember the boy who kissed her
But it was meant for her evil b-side sister

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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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I'm standing here waiting for you to come
In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon
Feel strange to have you as a friend
But I'd rather be your friend
Then to never see you again
I'd rather be your friend

You stare at the sky, colours reflecting in your eye
Could it be what they call the northern light?
But here and at this time of year
It's like someone spilled a beer
All over the atmosphere
It's like someone spilled a beer

And I called out your name
Like the name of a coming hurricane
I called out your name
Like you call out when you're in hurt and pain
I called out your name
But you were caught in a heavenly silver rain
You and I are not the same
We're divided by the smoke of an aeroplane
Of an aeroplane

Flock of birds in the sky
Flying south, they know this place will die
And I wish they could take me with them
But I would not be accepted
'Cause I can't dance the funky chicken
I can't dance the funky chicken

I'm standing here waiting for you to come
In the sky some kind of strange
Sky phenomenon


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I've got my pockets full of money
I'm gonna spend it all tonight
I've got my pockets full of money
I'm gonna spend it all tonight

a whole months salary
gonna set it to flames
on some girl, we just met recently
I barely know her name

cha cha, cha cha, cha chaaa
cha cha, cha cha

oh take me some place decent
where we meet up with your friends
where the people are pleasant
where the music never ends

where the music never ends
cha cha, cha cha, cha chaa
cha cha, cha cha, cha cha

I can't say that you are pretty
that would make me a liar
but you turn my my legs to spaghetti
and set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire (I'll come running with a heart on fire)

I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire

you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
set my heart on fire

you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
you set my heart on fire
set my heart on fire

you set my heart on fire (I'll come running with a heart on fire)
heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire

I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire


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Oh no, God damn
I missed the last tram
I killed the party again
God damn, God damn

I want to sleep in my bed
I want to clean up my head
Don't want to look this dead
Don't want to feel this dread

I killed the party again
I ruined it for my friends
"Well, you're so silent, Jens"
Well, maybe I am, maybe I am

Now at the central station
No time for being patient
I feel like going home
But at the same time, I don't

Black Cab

And I've heard all those stories
About the black cabs and the way they drive
That if you take a ride with them
You might not come back alive

They might be psycho killers
But tonight I really don't care
So I say turn up the music
Take me home or take me anywhere

Black cab

You don't know anything
So don't ask me questions
You don't know anything
So don't ask me any questions
You don't know anything
So don't ask me questions

Just turn the music up
And keep your mouth shut

Black cab


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I don't want a girl who hangs on every word I say
Who shows me off to her parents over roast beef on Sunday
I don't want a girl who thinks she has to fake
I don't want a girl who laughs at every little joke I make

I just want someone
to share my life with
I just want someone
to share my life with

I don't want a girl who thinks there's only me to please
I don't want a girl who thinks it's fun to tease
I don't want a girl who thinks she has to cater for my every needs
I don't want a girl to go down on her knees

I just want someone
to share my life with
I just want someone
to share my life with
and that someone could be you
that someone could be you

you could be that someone
you could be that someone
you could be that someone
you could be that someone
you could be that someone
you could be that someone


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Blind girl I missed you
I've missed you so much
I've been sending you letters, trying to call you
But I can't seem to get in touch
I bet your mom and dad are scared of me
Or maybe they just care about their daughters

I think back upon summer camp
and I think I want to show you more colors
Here's white, here's black
Here's the color of my heart as it started to crack
Beet red, not blue
I think I'm in love with you
I think I'm in love with you

Blind girl I wish you were here
I wish we'd come closer
I wish you had met my family
My mom and Bulldozer
I think back upon summer camp
On New Year's Eve when we danced
I could sit and watch my life go by
Or I could take a tiny chance
'Cause some day I'll be stuffed in some museum
Scaring little kids
With the inscription carpe diem
Something I never did

But can you remember how we rode shiny horses
And we set courses for the sky and the ocean
And I tried to explain it to you but it was too huge
Blind girl I miss you
Blind girl I miss you
Blind girl I miss you


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Rocky Dennis In Heaven

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Early September and the kids start school
Leaves are floating in the swimming pool
I wish I had a proper reason to cry
A reason not so abstract
More like a broken clause in a contract

All those things your'e supposed to do
I could have done them if I had you
You could have made me a righteous citizen
I could have made all those right decisions

But now I don't know who my friend is
Can you tell me Rocky Dennis
Now I don't know who my friend is
Can you tell me Rocky Dennis

Mama told me I was born a lion
Mama told me I was born with a belly to lie on
Mama told me I was born a liar
Mama told me I was born with a heart to rely on

But now I don't know who my friend is
Can you tell me Rocky Dennis
Now I don't know who my friend is
Can you tell me Rocky Dennis

Can you tell me, can you tell me tonight ooohohh ohooo
Oooh tonight
Can you tell me toniiight


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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'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 through 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
Step out of the museum
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, I will invite you back to the invention of fire
Oh Julie

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You're looking for me in the demonstration
Well, I have already lost patience
And you might find me sitting by the pavement
Or maybe not, 'cause I have shrunk
I fell in love with a punk and she took my breath

Now there's nothing left
But love, enough to feed a family
Well, I just wanna feed Emily
With lukewarm English beer and vegan pancakes

I saw her in the anti war demonstration
It was a sweet sensation of love
Ah
Love

When I was sixteen I hung out with the kids who liked it
Whe kind of punks who were born in leather jackets
The kind of punks who placed themselves in brackets
And she was one of them, back then she was somebody's girlfriend
And I was no one, I had nothing

And the skies were clear blue skies
And her eyes were clear blue eyes
And her thighs were about the same size as mine
And we were walking in the anti war demonstration
It was a sweet sensation of love, of love
It was a sweet sensation of love

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Oh, I still remember "Regulate" with Warren G.
Could that have been back in the sweet summer of 1993?
It was a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill.

Oh, the sound of distant carnival drums,
The spanish guitar someone strums,
It's a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill.

My heart goes like:
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!

Oh, the memories come a streamin'
When I'm walking 'round here dreamin'
It's a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill.
Oh, the memories come a streamin'
When I'm walking 'round here dreamin'
It's a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill.

My heart goes like:
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!

Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no no no no no...

Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no no no no no...

Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no no no no no...

Oh no no no!
It's coming back to me.
Oh no no no!
It's coming back to me.
Oh no no no!
It's coming back to me.
It's a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill.

My heart goes like:
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!
Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp.....


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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..


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oh the memories, they come a-streamin'
when I'm walkin' 'round here dreamin'
on a summer's night on hammer hill

oh, it's hard to stay with the subject
when you think of something so perfect
as a summer's night on hammer hill

I had a friend who was slightly overweight
that means fatass in the seventh grade
I still remember the steamy dressing room
where they beat him black and blue
yeah, they beat him black and blue

oh, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty
an open window, someone's playing "Tutti Frutti"
it's a summer's night on hammer hill

I had a friend, a girl who looked sort of like a guy
I can't forget her dark painful eyes
and they burned her with a cigarette lighter
when the cops came they had to untie her
another girl was free to grow up a cynical writer

oh, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty
an open window, someone's playing "Tutti Frutti"
it's a sweet summer's night on hammer hill

I wanna die right here
on a sweet summer's night on hammer hill


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Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?
Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.

It won't lift a finger
for some lazy dreamer.
Here it comes the average dirty word,
pardon my French

But I'm sitting on an park bench,
watching yearning cats
milk-fed little brats.

And they say:
Love won't pick
the slanted or the slick
or the lovesick,
and I'm lovesick.

So I say
F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs.

Summer evening,
cats are screaming
for love.

Is summer evening,
the cats screaming
for love.

So I say
F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs
can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
pardon my French
but it's bs, bs.


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I still wear these worn out jeans
I have to wear long-johns underneath
Down by the harbour there's a cool, cool breeze
I've never wondered if oceans can freeze

The strings on my fathers old guitar
The positions of the northern stars
The clock-like beat of the budgies heart
Tick, tick, tick now they know where you are

I tried the light therapy
From a Xerox-machine
The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's not that I can't stand
To see you with another man
I just don't want to see good love
Fall into the wrong hands

Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset
The water shines like tiny bells
I feel the warmth in a cigarette
But everything else

And it's not that I can't stand
To see you with another man
I just don't want to see good love
Fall into the wrong hands

I tried the light therapy
From the Xerox-machine
The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's not that I can't stand
To see you ruin our plans
I just don't want to see good love
Fall into the wrong hands
Fall into the wrong hands


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