... and their waffles are kind of shit.
... and their waffles are kind of shit.
Swedish music is quite nice!
A very rough translation:
Coming from the wrong part of the yard, from the other side of the track
I grew up with gypsies
playing accordion
wanting to tell my future
while my dad emptied a bottle of explorer [cheap vodka]
taught myself to play guitar and those chords
djangos quintett playing from the grammophone
with second hand suits in the closets
and brass bands live every night in the garden
it started out good but then the problems came
stepped in the shit early, and the tax bill
i mean the responsibilities
rights
governments
the justice system
the likelihood is small, the unemployment office admits
maybe one should change name or
sell the mobile home or
knock out the gold tooth or
but some time the prejudice must be caught up with
You can call me an outsider
because i didn’t do what the others did when they
did what people did back in the days
no, im not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that i make the noise
comes from the right part of town
thats the problem
i grew up in the nicest neighbourhoods
my dad is a designer etc.
my other dad is already late
myself I was a kid and adopted
so my school time was very hard and complex
because my classmates thought it was wrong that
and the teacher was soon to get her pension
not their fault that
things turned out the way they did
according to recommendations from the holy scripture
johans dad “watch out, he’s the anti christ!”
according to miss teacher who tried to explain it sure
maybe we should have shot’er
or carried her out of th’re
now she’s dead and lies in the urn
but in some way the words still live on
the house peace, or something like that
I barely have any time to listen to your criticism
not Lykke Li
but pretty happy [Lycklig]
so lady please give me a chance to listen to my music
but no
Not “when in rome”
If the spoon is made of silver I”ll take it when I get there
they told me so many times
so thanks but no thanks, ill find the exit
but everything is just a dream
I’m swedish, I mean, I just go past the line
I’m even a man and I have a higher wage
as long as I don’t sit around with no job
I like the opposite sex
So kid I’m hardly what you call a fag
But kid I might be what you call slow
cause I don’t understand what you’re saying even if I hear you
(Translated by notwist from Reddit)
Röyksopp & Robyn - two of my favorite Scandi artists...
I didn't have to be, given the gift to rip
I'll never master me, I know that it's from Him
or Her or It, dimensions that sit
Waitin' to sift through me, I fall short, still it hits me swift
I didn't have to see, I coulda hit the lick
I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick
It's really a trip, I guess I was picked
I don't know what I did to deserve a ride like this (Damn!)
I didn't have to eat, I coulda been so thin
I didn't have to be, quoting these sentences
I didn't have to reap, the work put in but then
even the work in itself was such a blessin
I didn't have to see, the planet lip to lip
I didn't have to make, a livin' writ to writ
I didn't have to dream and then begin to live it
And for that, I vow to be a vessel
This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe
This style, they say music gives new life
From a source inside that is forever flowin'
This stage, this mic, this crowd, this show
This life, I've been given a gift tonight
And for that, I vow to be a vessel
I give thanks for my rhymin' ability
I don't front like it's not a responsibility
I can open a mind, if the youth will listen to me
I'm not goin' to front, like I'm on some killin' spree
and as hard as the times are, God is livin' through beats
that come not from minds, but that travel through spiritual reasons
Some of the time, I feel like, it's not even me
No mon-ey can buy gateways to infinity
Still I'm hun-gry to shine, when I know I should let it be
I want but I have, every single thing that we need
So help me align self with soul and then I'll be free
To sculpt and design verbal styles and experience freedom
...
"Let go, do what's in front of you"
"Then, let go, then do what's in front of you"
This ain't leisure, although it feels
It is a duty, a way to live, another way to give
Another way to just, have communion
With the source of the sun and moon and, a way to pay the bills
Displayin' skills, I take it REAL serious
The vibe's so mysterious, not just one more day to kill
..and I could lose my connection
if I do not respect it enough, fffade away it will
Day to day it gives energies
That replenish me, if I believe and I say it will
and act on it, 'cause action is the key to freedom
Only way to be a leader, lead by the way you live
....
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