Movits!

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Thanks to the Internet you stumble around a lot of funny people and artists. The latest find I did (I guess people in Sweden already know about these guys) is the band Movits! a great combination of swing jazz, pop, and hip-hop. They became semi-famous in the US after they were invited to the Colbert Report, a famous American comedy show, which means the music transcends language barriers as well.

This is the lyrics from my favorite song so far:

Fel del av Gården – Movits!

Kommer från fel del av gården, från andra sidan spåret
jag växte upp med zigenare och romer
som spela handklaver
o ville spå mig
medan min farsa tömde en flaska explorer
lärde mig lira gittar och dom ackorden
djangos kvintett spelade ur grammofonen
med secondhandkavajer i garderoben
o brassband live varenda kväll i trädgården

det började bra men sen kom problemen
trampade tidigt i klaveret, och skattesedeln
ja’ menar skyldigheter
rättigheter
myndigheter
rättsystemet
sannolikheten är liten, arbetsförmedlingen medger
man kanske borde byta namn eller
sälja sin husvagn eller
knacka ut sin guldtand
men nån gång måste fördomen hinnas ikapp (yeah)

Du kan kalla mig utanför
för att jag inte gjorde som dom andra gjorde när dom gjorde som man gjorde förr
Ursäkta om jag stör.
nej, jag är inte grannen ovanför
men tant ringer till polisen varenda gång och säger det är jag som stör

Kommer från rätta stadsdelen
det är det som är problemet
ja’ växte upp i de finaste kvarteren
min pappa han är designer med mera
min andra farsa han är redan försenad
själv va’ ja’ ba’ barn och adopterad
så skolgången blev ytterst svårt komplicerad
för klasskamraterna tyckte de verka fel att
och lärarinnan skulle snart pensioneras
inte deras fel att
det hela blev som de blitt
enligt rekommendationer från den heliga skrift

johans pappa “passa er, han e antikrist!”
enligt fröken som försökte förklara det visst
men, man kanske borde skjutit’na
eller åtminstonde burit ut’na
nu är hon död och ligger i urnan
men på något sätt lever ju orden ännu,
Nu drar jag! husefriden eller dylikt

har knappt någon tid att lyssna på din kritik
inte Lykke Li
men ganska så lyck-lig
så tant ge mig en chans och lyssna på min musik
men nej
tar inte seden dit ja’ kommer

om skeden är av silver så tar ja’ den när ja’ kommer
har dom sagt så många gånger
så tack men nej tack, ja’ hittar till utgången
men allting är ju bara en dröm

ja’ är ju svensk och går före i kön
till och med man och har högre lön
såtillvida att jag inte sitter arbetslös

ja’ gillar motsatt kön
så grabben ja’ är knappast den du kallar för bög
men grabben ja kanske är den du kallar för trög
för jag fattar ju inte vad du säger även om jag hör

John Mayer, Slow dancing in a burning room

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I will keep on with this soundtrack of the day, week, whatever. The soundtrack of my life or something, because If you have music you love, why not share it? If you who read have anything to share, please write a comment. Much appreciated!

I had a pretty long John Mayer period some time ago, when I listened to a lot of his stuff. He is an incredibly talented musician, but many don’t take him seriously because he is such a public person as well. If you are dating Jennifer Aniston (twice) then I guess you would be pretty much in the gossip mag spotlight. I also have a feeling he likes it.

What is impressive with John Mayer is that he seems to be pretty down-to-earth, not shy to twitter to his fans about personal stuff, and desperately trying to keep his ego on the ground. It is nice to see, but it is even better to hear…this amazing song called “Slow dancing in a burning room”. This song creates some vivid images like all great songwriting should. It is very baring and daring at the same time, as it could have turned out corny, but now it is just bluesy and throws a window into the soul of the many failed relationships of Mr Mayer.


Slow dancing in a burning room – John Mayer

It’s not a silly little moment,
It’s not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we’ve been working on.
Can’t seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody’s gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.
I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it’s nothing to me?
Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.
I’ll make the most of all the sadness,
You’ll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can’t understand.
We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room

It is not a silly little moment,
It’s not  the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we’ve been working on.

Can’t seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody’s gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.

I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it’s nothing to me?
Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.

I’ll make the most of all the sadness,
You’ll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can’t understand.

We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.

Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?
Go cry about it – why don’t you?

My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room

Grant Lee Phillips, Strangest thing

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I wanted a soundtrack to my writing today (I almost always write to music) and found out that one of my favorite songwriters, Grant Lee Phillips, has released a new album called “Little Moon”. It is not exactly new, as it was released late last year, but it is definitely new to me.

Grant Lee Phillips is one of those old-school songwriters that has their own unique sound that you would recognize anywhere. He lead the band Grant Lee Buffalo which released a few albums in the mid to end nineties, the best one of which was “Jubilee”.  Check it out!

Grant Lee Phillips sounds like sawdust, wood, and sunset Americana in a nicely home-brewn mix that you are served at your local saloon. Listen to the song “Strangest thing” on his Myspace page

Strangest Thing

strangest thing
days I feel like dirt
and then I see the diamond dust on everything
strangest thing
something plucks my nerve
then i hear a hundred chords a-shimmering
strangest thing
the way that one guitar
can move me more than any symphony
strangest thing
when it starts to pour
i feel the sadness and the pain go out of me
i don’t feel sad when Cash wears black
i hear the train comin’
good things down the railroad track
ya gotta believe in somethin’
strangest thing
that assassin’s gun
was a-trained to fire away on anyone
strangest thing
the way a stranger wept for him
and how she spilt a tear of love
strangest thing
the way that hope can hide itself
behind the walls of anything
i don’t feel sad when cash wears black
i hear the train comin’
good things down the railroad track
ya gotta believe in somethin’
strangest thing
like a potion to unspell the curse of human suffering
strangest thing
strangest things befall even the strongest of us all

Senorita with a necklace of tears

One of my favorite song titles. The song is on the underrated album “You’re the one” by Paul Simon, one of the lyrical greats in music history. I couldn’t find the song online, so I guess you would have to buy it. Instead I give you one of the best music videos of all time. American actor Chevy Chase is hilarious mimicking Paul in “You can call me Al

Senorita with necklace of tears

I have a wisdom tooth
Inside my crowded face
I have a friend who is a born-again
Found his savior’s grace
I was born before my father
And my children before me
We are born and born again
Like the waves of the sea
That’s the way it’s always been
And that’s how I want it to be

Nothing but good news
There is a frog in South America
Whose venom is a cure
For all the suffering that mankind
Must endure
More powerful than morphine
And soothing as the rain
A frog in South America
Has the antidote for pain
That’s the way it’s always been
And that’s the way I like it

Some people never say no
Some people never complain
Some folks have no idea
And others will never explain
That’s the way it’s always been
That’s the way I like it
And that’s how I want it to be
That’s the way it’s always been
That’s the way I like it
And that’s how I want it to be

If I could play all the memories
In the neck of my guitar
I’d write a song called
“Señorita with a necklace of tears”
And every tear a sin I’d committed
Oh these many years
That’s who I was
That’s the way it’s always been

Some people always want more
Some people are what they lack
Some folks open a door
Walk away and never look back
I don’t want to be a judge
And I don’t want to be a jury
I know who I am
Lord knows who I will be
That’s the way it’s always been
That’s the way I like it
And that’s how I want it to be
That’s the way it’s always been
That’s the way I like it
And that’s how I want it to be

Pretty Wings by Maxwell

It is Saturday night. You are in a romantic mood. You are drinking a glass of red, you are thinking of your loved one. It is a strong moment, you feel passionate, you are thinking that life can be pretty darn good (it can!).

You want the soundtrack of how you feel? Here it is. In the shape of the  fantastic soul artist Maxwell and his song Pretty Wings. The song has a sad lyrics in a way, but the song is still so wonderfully positive and graceful. It is like a subtle tribute to life and love. Check it out and let your feelings loose. Be passionate. It’s Saturday.

Pretty Wings – Maxwell

Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there’ll be no remnants no trace
No residual feelings within ya
One day you won’t remember me.
Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I’ll always love ya
I hope you feel the same.
Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction
Had to fill out my prescription
For the remedy
I had to set you free.
Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be when you are not with me
I had to lead
I had to live
I had to leave
I had to love
If I can’t have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around.
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings. Pretty wings around.
I came wrong you were right
Transformed your love into a lie
Baby believe me I’m sorry I told you lies
I turned day into night
Sleep till I die a thousand times
I should have showed you better nights, better times, better days
And I miss you more and more
If I can’t have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around
So Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around
Say Pretty wings, pretty wings,
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around
Darlin,Darlin, Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around
Pretty , Pretty , Pretty
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around
Someone better is gonna love you
Someone, Someone is gonna love you baby
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, Pretty wings around (x4

Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there’ll be no remnants no trace
No residual feelings within ya
One day you won’t remember me.

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I’ll always love ya
I hope you feel the same.

Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction
Had to fill out my prescription
For the remedy
I had to set you free.

Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be when you are not with me
I had to lead
I had to live
I had to leave
I had to love

If I can’t have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around.

Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings. Pretty wings around.

I came wrong you were right
Transformed your love into a lie
Baby believe me I’m sorry I told you lies
I turned day into night
Sleep till I die a thousand times
I should have showed you better nights, better times, better days
And I miss you more and more

If I can’t have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around

Shiloh town, Mark Lanegan

Song of the day is Shiloh town (listen to it here), a brilliant Tim Hardin cover by Mark Lanegan from the album “I’ll take care of you”. Lanegan used to play in grunge band Screaming Trees and was also a permanent member of Queens of the Stone Age. Tim Hardin was a folk musician and composer who died in 1980 of heroine overdose. Shiloh Town is a Vietnam war inspired song with the nice subtle line “War is done, they’ve come back home, But they’re the ones that lost.”

Shiloh Town

It is so cold in Shiloh town
Birds can hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won’t be back ’till spring

War is done they’ve come back home
But they’re the ones that lost
See a man and a woman alone
Was it worth the cost?

I’ll sing hallelujah
You’ll sing hallelujah
We’ll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home

Sun is out it’s hot to today
Children all come out to play
Some are quick to come back home
Others, gone to stay

Gets so cold in Shiloh town
Birds can hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won’t be back ’till spring

I’ll sing hallelujah
You’ll sing hallelujah
We’ll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home

There is a light that never goes out

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When you are a misunderstood teenager (that is how you feel, people actually understand what you are going through, but that doesn’t mean they will agree with you) you sometimes need comfort in music. I don’t really know what kids like to listen to today when they feel left out of the world, but when I was younger it was the Smiths, a fantastic British pop band with lead singer Morrissey who wrote these thought-provking, emotional lyrics that went like an arrow straight into the hearts of misunderstood teenagers around the world. I wanted some background music to my morning e-mails and iTunes then dished out a song called “There is a light that never goes out”. This is a very beautiful song and has probably lifted thousands of broken hearts around the World. Listen to it here.

I like the line: “If a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. And If a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine.” And then the haunting chorus line…”there is a light that never goes out, there is a light that never goes out, there is a light that never goes out“.

And don’t miss the comments for this clip on Youtube. This is the Internet for you folks, people reach out to others in the weirdest ways. Isn’t it nice to see? 

MartyoMcfly: i fell in love with a woman. she broke my heart into a million pieces. the last thing she ever told me was to listen to this song. and now all I do all day is put it on repeat and think of her day and night….. I’ll never understand love.

Rcarniado: Dude,… womans are womans, and that’s a fact, they wont change, so don’t be sad, because she is not worry, and she don’t want to see you like that, just enjoy this sad moment and get another, you’ll get the right woman don’t worry, i was like you so many times, and i enjoy that… get busy, and dont think about it.

MartyoMcfly: yeah.. everyone says that to me these days… i know ill meet someone new. someone just as great as she was. but it’ll never be the same. it never is. and thats whats sad. ill never get back what i had before. its gone. its gone for good. but the smiths are forever :)”


South of the south

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There are songs that manages to capture a feeling perfectly. That brings you back to that special moment/feeling every time you hear it. For me there is not many songs more wonderfully written than South of the South (listen to it here) by David Dondero. The video is also amazing and captures the true Southern feeling of the song, but the lyrics are so good you don’t really need the pictures to go South of the south.

South of the south

i was just a tender chicken in the Florida rotisserie
my own sweat’s basting me,
thunder storms are chasing me
i bit into a lighting bolt
my own tongue began to smoke
i woke up with an empty mouth
watched the watch tick backwards
south of the south

the csx vibrates the tracks
mighty roaring shakes the shacks
purple skies and orange moons
plants are confident in June
the humidity – it’s thick, you can cut it with a knife
if you’d like to take a breath here, honey,
I’m gonna cut you out a slice

so I developed gills and I moved into the aquifer
fell asleep in Wakulla springs
woke up down in Jupiter
than i moved back to the land,
high into an orange tree
was set for life with citrus
but my body couldn’t take this
acidity

so I strolled down to Miami
tried to find myself some friends
found myself in south beach,
and i met some manikins
who smelled of coconuts and Coppertone
like those smells real well
but as far as conversations go,
I guess that it stopped at the start
of the smell

it was Elvis and Sinatra
now where’s your wallet, man, I got ya’
but now if you’re poor like me,
they let poor people like me be
they say that north beach is a war zone
High rise hotels hollowed out
but now we were living large,
we were stepping out
into a thirty dollar beach front motel
down south of the south

south of the south
down in north Miami
south of the south
my and my old lover Terry
south of the south
we were practically married

so I jumped my pogo stick
all the way to Ybor city
where they burned up a couple blocks,
and to me seemed like a pity
that was once a Cuban district and a center for the arts
was now a mall like atmosphere
homogonous and insincere
they burned it’s heart right out
down south of the south

so I became the snake bird
an old swamp turkey
and some redneck tried to shoot me,
tried to make swamp turkey jerky
but I evaded all his bullets
and i flew into the gulf
and i jumped upon a west wind (?) out to a safer heaven
out near Alcaniz and balin (?)
down south
south of the south

in the town of Pensacola
riding bikes like we were kids
over cobble stones and brick
they fenced moonlit bridge (?)
there’s a sandlot shotgun shack
to move all rusted out(?)
and there’s a couch on every front porch
flapping screen doors
ants on the apple cores
pop’s boiled peanuts and more
down south
south of the south

south of the south
south of Opelika
south of the south
south of Tuscaloosa
south of the south
old Alpharetta
south of the south
south Carolina
south of the south
down south of the south