Biografia:
Jens Martin Lekman, nascido em 6 de fevereiro de 1981, em Angered, subúrbio parte de um ambicioso programa de habitação próximo à cidade de Gothenburg, na Suécia, pode ser descrito como um compositor e cantor indie/pop e um músico de rock barroco. Sua música é fortemente baseada em guitarras, com o uso de muitos samples e cordas. Suas letras são por vezes comparadas com às de Stephin Merrit, do Magnetic Fields, e com Belle and Sebastian.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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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