Hela livet var ett disco - Markus Krunegård

I don't have that much to do to occupy my time with right this second, so I'll spread the gospel of Swedish music. Yet again.

Don't worry, the translation is further down, just scroll, that is if you prefer the English translation to the Swedish original. How are you doing on learning Swedish, by the way?

På det fyrastjärniga hotellbadrummet
Vätternstrand i bibelbältet
I det skoningslösa lysrörsljuset
kom beslutet om slutet för dig och mig

Det smakar plast, rök och sprit i din mun
När du pratar verkar du jättedum, och du är alldeles för ung
Men det får duga i natt för båda vet att
Det här betyder ingenting

Kicken, var är den?
Kicken, vart tog den vägen?

Hela livet var ett disco, men hur kunde det bli så svårt?
Hela livet var ett disco, men hur kunde det bli så svårt?

Fastnar med hjulen i spårvagnsspåren
Framför teven, slickar såren
Norrköping är drogavvänjning
Nej, gud, jag har inte blivit märkvärdig, inte alls
Men farten i mig är värre nu,
hjärnan behöver mer för å ha kul
Dricker te och pratar högt på finska
Jekka är smart och fattar det mesta, så jag testar, hörredu

Kicken, var är den?
Kicken, vart tog den vägen?

Hela livet var ett disco, men hur kunde det bli så svårt?
Hela livet var ett disco, men hur kunde det bli så svårt?

Ryggen mot väggen, tittar på sista dansen
På vägen hem lovar jag mig själv igen
att nästa vecka bjuder jag upp nån, vem som helst!

Hela livet var ett disco, men hur kunde det bli så svårt?

The whole life was a disco

At the four-star hotel bathroom
Vätterstranden in the bible belt
In the merciless fluorescent light
the decision was made for the end of you and me

Your mouth tastes like plastic, smoke and alcohol
When you speak you seem really stupid, and you are too young
But it'll do for tonight, both of us know that
This means nothing

The kick, where is it?
The kick, where did it go?

Whole life was a disco, when did it become so complicated?
Whole life was a disco, when did it become so complicated?

The wheels of the tram sticking in the tracks
In front of the television, licking wounds
Norrköping is drug detoxification
No, god, I have not been remarkable, not at all
But the speed of me is worse now,
the brain needing more of the fun
Drinking tea and speaking loudly in Finnish
Jekka is smart and gets most things, so I try, you see.

The kick, where is it?
The kick, where did it go?

Whole life was a disco, when did it get so complicated?
Whole life was a disco, when did it get so complicated?

Back to the wall, watching the last dance
On the way home, I promise myself once more
that next week, I'll ask someone to dance, anyone!

Whole life was a disco, but how could it be so hard

Not that I completely relate to these lyrics. Kind of fun I suppose, how we get tangled in the nets of our own lives. It's worth a thought, or a song or two.