Some lyrics I noticed today, havn't heard them for a long time. Reminded me of my life sort of... They're by Ebba Gr�n, which was for swedish punk was Beatles was for popular music in general, sort of.
Uppg�ng och Fall by Ebba Gr�n
Jag har allt jag beh�ver,
tar en k�lapp & v�ntar
p� s�nt som blir �ver.
Jag har dom r�tta tabletterna.
Min mamma �r sn�ll,
hon har alla receptena.
Jag lever i en kuv�s, ni vet.
Mitt liv �r en skyddad verkstad
f�r meningsl�shet.
Mitt liv �r en v�lf�rdsvals.
Jag har allt men
jag har ingenting alls.
Jag vill se,
jag vill se,
jag vill se,
jag vill se
ert uppg�ng & fall.
Jag var s� tom & konstig f�rr.
Det �r borta med vinden sen
jag l�ste min d�rr.
H�r har jag allt som behagar,
P� TV ser jag barn
med uppsv�llda magar.
Jag vill se, jag vill se
ert uppg�ng & fall.
Jag ska skratta n�r det faller s�nder,
inga t�rar ska fukta mina torra kinder.
Inga svarta kl�der, inget flor,
jag ska inte b�ra svart slips
& svarta skor.
Jag vill se, jag vill se,
jag vill se, jag vill se
ert uppg�ng & fall...
In English (translated by me)
I've got all I need
Take a queuepatch and whait
For stuff that gets left over
I've got the right pills
My mother is kind,
she's got all the recipes
I'm living in an incubator, you know
My life is a hidden workshop
for meaninglessness.
My life is a wellfare waltz.
I've got it all but
I've got nothing at all
I want to see,
I want to see,
I want to see,
I want to see,
Your rise and fall.
I used to be so empty and weird.
It's gone with the wind now
that I lock my door.
Here I've got everything that pleases.
On TV I se children
with overswelled bellies
I want to see,
Your rise and fall
I will laught when it breaks,
No tears shall wet my dry cheeks.
No black clothes, no gauze,
I shall not wear a black tie,
and black shoes
I want to see,
Your rise and fall...
�bereil
