Biography:
Jens Martin Lekman (born February 6, 1981 in Angered, Sweden) is a Swedish musician. He has released four albums and several EPs since 2003. His music can be described as guitar-based pop with heavy use of samples and strings, with lyrics that are often witty, romantic, and lachrymose. His work is often compared to that of Stephin Merritt of the The Magnetic Fields, Jonathan Richman and Morrissey.
Lekman recorded and released much of his material privately from 2000 to 2003 on CD-R.
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Other songs:
- An Argument With Myself
- Your Arms Around Me
- A Man Walks Into A Bar
- A Postcard To Nina
- And I Remember Every Kiss
- At The Dept Of Forgotten Songs
- Become Someone Elses
- Black Cab
- Erica America
- Evening Prayer
- Every Little Hair Knows Your Name
- Happy Birthday Dear Friend Lisa
- Hotwire The Ferris Wheel
- How Can I Tell Him
- How We Met The Long Version
- I Want A Pair Of Cowboy Boots
- Julie
- La Strada Nel Bosco
- Maple Leaves
- Pocketful Of Money
- Postcard 17
- Rocky Dennis Farewell Song To The Blind Girl
- Shirin
- Sipping On The Sweet Nectar
- The End Of The World Is Bigger Than Love
- The Opposite Of Hallelujah
- To Know Your Mission
- Waiting For Kirsten
- Wedding In Finistere
- When I Said I Wanted To Be Your Dog
- You Are The Light
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wftQvpqo6Rg
Standard tuning
Capo 2
Intro: A Asus2 A Asus4 A Asus2 A(hammer on B string) Asus2
Verse:
A D A
We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel,
F#m E D A
'Cause we found out the name of her hotel,
A D A
With the folköl and an evening paper,
F#m E D A
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 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?"
Bridge:
Bm
She says:"Yeah she was here,
E A F#m
But she was turned away at the door."
Bm E
I know, I know, I can't believe no one told her before...
Chorus:
A E
That in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines.
D E
In Gothenburg, we don't make a fuss about who you are.
A E
In Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines.
D Bm D Bm E
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.
Interlude:
A D F#m Bm E D A E (probably wrong but thats the best I can do atm.)
(duu - duu duu etc ...)
Outro:
A D A
At the end of the night, me and Joel
F#m E D A
Went back and sat outside her hotel
A D A
And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up,
F#m E D A
And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up,
F#m E D A
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception.
F#m E D A
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend
D E
on the back of our receipt.
D A
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wftQvpqo6Rg
Standard tuning
Capo 2
Intro: A Asus2 A Asus4 A Asus2 A(hammer on B string) Asus2
Verse:
A D A
We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel,
F#m E D A
'Cause we found out the name of her hotel,
A D A
With the folköl and an evening paper,
F#m E D A
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 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?"
Bridge:
Bm
She says:"Yeah she was here,
E A F#m
But she was turned away at the door."
Bm E
I know, I know, I can't believe no one told her before...
Chorus:
A E
That in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines.
D E
In Gothenburg, we don't make a fuss about who you are.
A E
In Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines.
D Bm D Bm E
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.
Interlude:
A D F#m Bm E D A E (probably wrong but thats the best I can do atm.)
(duu - duu duu etc ...)
Outro:
A D A
At the end of the night, me and Joel
F#m E D A
Went back and sat outside her hotel
A D A
And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up,
F#m E D A
And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up,
F#m E D A
And write a note of affection, and leave it in the reception.
F#m E D A
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend
D E
on the back of our receipt.
D A
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave.
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