歌曲 | Waiting for Kirsten |
歌手 | Jens Lekman |
专辑 | An Argument With Myself |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel, | |
'Cause we found out the name of her hotel, | |
With the folköl and an evening paper, | |
In which she spelled out my name letter by letter. | |
Well, I grew up outside this city, | |
Where the local Estrella chips factory | |
Had paved the way to your grave and to your destiny, | |
So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me | |
Except compromise a portion of his dignity? | |
Another club, another beer, another hour -- | |
Squint at the clock up at the church tower. | |
"What she's doing here, you think?" | |
"I heard she's filming with von Trier." | |
"Hey Klara, how's your night? | |
Did you know about Kirsten? Have you seen her?" | |
She says:"Yeah she was here, | |
But she was turned away at the door." | |
I know, I know, I can't believe no one told her before... | |
That in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines. | |
In Gothenburg, we don't make a fuss about who you are. | |
In Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines. | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
'Cause times are changing, Kirsten: | |
Göta Älv is slowly reversing; | |
They turned a youth-center into a casino; | |
They drew a swastika in your cappuccino. | |
And the VIP lines are not to the clubs | |
But to healthcare, apartments and jobs. | |
"Hey buddy can I borrow five grand? | |
'Cause my dad's in chemo, | |
And they wanna take him off his plan." | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines | |
I said, in Gothenburg, you're not worth less, and you're not worth any more. | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines, | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
At the end of the night, me and Joel | |
Went back and sat outside her hotel | |
And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up, | |
And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up, | |
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception. | |
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend | |
on the back of our receipt. | |
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave. |
We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel, | |
' Cause we found out the name of her hotel, | |
With the folk l and an evening paper, | |
In which she spelled out my name letter by letter. | |
Well, I grew up outside this city, | |
Where the local Estrella chips factory | |
Had paved the way to your grave and to your destiny, | |
So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me | |
Except compromise a portion of his dignity? | |
Another club, another beer, another hour | |
Squint at the clock up at the church tower. | |
" What she' s doing here, you think?" | |
" I heard she' s filming with von Trier." | |
" Hey Klara, how' s your night? | |
Did you know about Kirsten? Have you seen her?" | |
She says:" Yeah she was here, | |
But she was turned away at the door." | |
I know, I know, I can' t believe no one told her before... | |
That in Gothenburg we don' t have VIP lines. | |
In Gothenburg, we don' t make a fuss about who you are. | |
In Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines. | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
' Cause times are changing, Kirsten: | |
G ta lv is slowly reversing | |
They turned a youthcenter into a casino | |
They drew a swastika in your cappuccino. | |
And the VIP lines are not to the clubs | |
But to healthcare, apartments and jobs. | |
" Hey buddy can I borrow five grand? | |
' Cause my dad' s in chemo, | |
And they wanna take him off his plan." | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines | |
I said, in Gothenburg, you' re not worth less, and you' re not worth any more. | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines, | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
At the end of the night, me and Joel | |
Went back and sat outside her hotel | |
And drank beer after beer ' til the sun came up, | |
And since she didn' t show up, Joel said I had to man up, | |
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception. | |
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend | |
on the back of our receipt. | |
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave. |
We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel, | |
' Cause we found out the name of her hotel, | |
With the folk l and an evening paper, | |
In which she spelled out my name letter by letter. | |
Well, I grew up outside this city, | |
Where the local Estrella chips factory | |
Had paved the way to your grave and to your destiny, | |
So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me | |
Except compromise a portion of his dignity? | |
Another club, another beer, another hour | |
Squint at the clock up at the church tower. | |
" What she' s doing here, you think?" | |
" I heard she' s filming with von Trier." | |
" Hey Klara, how' s your night? | |
Did you know about Kirsten? Have you seen her?" | |
She says:" Yeah she was here, | |
But she was turned away at the door." | |
I know, I know, I can' t believe no one told her before... | |
That in Gothenburg we don' t have VIP lines. | |
In Gothenburg, we don' t make a fuss about who you are. | |
In Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines. | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
' Cause times are changing, Kirsten: | |
G ta lv is slowly reversing | |
They turned a youthcenter into a casino | |
They drew a swastika in your cappuccino. | |
And the VIP lines are not to the clubs | |
But to healthcare, apartments and jobs. | |
" Hey buddy can I borrow five grand? | |
' Cause my dad' s in chemo, | |
And they wanna take him off his plan." | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines | |
I said, in Gothenburg, you' re not worth less, and you' re not worth any more. | |
I said, in Gothenburg, we don' t have VIP lines, | |
But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. | |
At the end of the night, me and Joel | |
Went back and sat outside her hotel | |
And drank beer after beer ' til the sun came up, | |
And since she didn' t show up, Joel said I had to man up, | |
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception. | |
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend | |
on the back of our receipt. | |
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave. |