[00:00.000] 作词 : Jens Lekman
[00:00.372] 作曲 : Jens Lekman
[00:00.744]October 27th, 2018
[00:04.637]I'm writing you one last time Annika Norlin
[00:08.398]It was nice to see you that morning at the station
[00:13.414]I'm sure you were a warrior in a previous incarnation
[00:17.750]Me, I must've been a rabbit or an ostrich
[00:21.564]Or a pile of trembling leaves sown together with cross stitch
[00:26.344]My anxiety has been holding me hostage
[00:30.733]I've developed this problem with a really tough itch
[00:35.226]I went to the clinic to get a prescription
[00:39.667]Cried a little in front of the physician
[00:43.925]Ointments and sedatives and antibiotics
[00:48.183]Went home with a bag full of legal weed
[00:52.624]The best is the sedatives, they work well but softly
[00:56.699]I don't scratch myself in sleep, I pass out like a baby
[01:01.348]When I wake up I'm rested, l'm calm and happy
[01:05.711]The only bad thing is the strange dreams that haunt me
[01:10.100]I'm deep in the woods, in a village with tipi's
[01:14.331]The branches from old oak trees hang heavy
[01:18.877]A woman carrying a baby greets me says she's glad that I came, she's been trying to reach me
[01:27.471]She shows me around, the villagers are happy
[01:31.886]they give me some wine and flowers to greet me
[01:35.830]their society's based on a loose form of anarchy
[01:40.558]they've dealt with the climate ,injustice and patriarchy
[01:44.477]Cause this is the future I can tell from their technology
[01:49.335]But they use it for good and they use it so sparsely
[01:53.672]They are not but slaves under their own machinery
[01:58.086]The cogwheels turn only when they think it's necessary
[02:02.266]And the woman grabs my arm and she looks me in the eye
[02:06.707]She's contacted me cause she's worried about our time
[02:11.200]This future is oniy one of many lines
[02:15.536]That we can potentially walk down
[02:19.220]you and I
[02:23.869]When I wake up I giggle cause it seems kinda cringey
[02:28.597]I think about their village, what abunch of ****ing hippies
[02:32.934]This must be because I read that book by Marge Piercy
[02:37.348]Where some people from the future make contact with Connie
[02:41.737]A woman in a mental institution in the seventies
[02:45.995]and show her their world that's one of many possibilities
[02:50.384]And instill in her the hope to fight for humanity
[02:54.824]I loved that book, but as a document of history
[02:59.108]Cause now it seems strange to hope for anything at all
[03:03.497]When every step forward seems infinitely small
[03:07.729]Save the polar caps from melting by recycling milkbuttles
[03:12.013]While the CEO's are flying their pets to skilodges
[03:16.663]How vulnerable it is when someone says what they want
[03:20.895]Instead of just saying what they don't want
[03:25.309]How easy it is to laugh at someone's utopia
[03:29.620]after decades of being spoonfed dystopia
[03:35.732]I rub my cortison ointment on my eczema
[03:40.617]I take my sedatives and crawl up to the heater
[03:44.875]Keep treating the outside, ignoring the inside
[03:49.133]Keep treating the symptoms, not the root of the problems
[03:53.731]And in my next dream the woman's back again
[03:58.328]This time she's shouting cause her signal is fading
[04:02.116]I wake up sweating, my skin is itching
[04:06.713]I put some ice on it and sit down in the kitchen
[04:11.128]And outside the leaves are slowly falling
[04:15.229]Over pigeons, buildings, CEO's and children
[04:19.931]I'm gripped by a love for this world that we live in
[04:24.242]And I think about a quote from Ursula Le Guin:
[04:27.951]"We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable.
[04:33.045]So did the divine right of kings.
[04:37.355]Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings"
[04:45.584]There's a dying Iight in the distance that beckons
[04:50.416]As the clocks are rapidly running out of seconds
[04:54.883]This is where I get off I reckon
[04:58.906]Take care of yourself, your friend
[05:01.414]Jens Lekman

作词 : Jens Lekman
作曲 : Jens Lekman
October 27th, 2018
I'm writing you one last time Annika Norlin
It was nice to see you that morning at the station
I'm sure you were a warrior in a previous incarnation
Me, I must've been a rabbit or an ostrich
Or a pile of trembling leaves sown together with cross stitch
My anxiety has been holding me hostage
I've developed this problem with a really tough itch
I went to the clinic to get a prescription
Cried a little in front of the physician
Ointments and sedatives and antibiotics
Went home with a bag full of legal weed
The best is the sedatives, they work well but softly
I don't scratch myself in sleep, I pass out like a baby
When I wake up I'm rested, l'm calm and happy
The only bad thing is the strange dreams that haunt me
I'm deep in the woods, in a village with tipi's
The branches from old oak trees hang heavy
A woman carrying a baby greets me says she's glad that I came, she's been trying to reach me
She shows me around, the villagers are happy
they give me some wine and flowers to greet me
their society's based on a loose form of anarchy
they've dealt with the climate ,injustice and patriarchy
Cause this is the future I can tell from their technology
But they use it for good and they use it so sparsely
They are not but slaves under their own machinery
The cogwheels turn only when they think it's necessary
And the woman grabs my arm and she looks me in the eye
She's contacted me cause she's worried about our time
This future is oniy one of many lines
That we can potentially walk down
you and I
When I wake up I giggle cause it seems kinda cringey
I think about their village, what abunch of ****ing hippies
This must be because I read that book by Marge Piercy
Where some people from the future make contact with Connie
A woman in a mental institution in the seventies
and show her their world that's one of many possibilities
And instill in her the hope to fight for humanity
I loved that book, but as a document of history
Cause now it seems strange to hope for anything at all
When every step forward seems infinitely small
Save the polar caps from melting by recycling milkbuttles
While the CEO's are flying their pets to skilodges
How vulnerable it is when someone says what they want
Instead of just saying what they don't want
How easy it is to laugh at someone's utopia
after decades of being spoonfed dystopia
I rub my cortison ointment on my eczema
I take my sedatives and crawl up to the heater
Keep treating the outside, ignoring the inside
Keep treating the symptoms, not the root of the problems
And in my next dream the woman's back again
This time she's shouting cause her signal is fading
I wake up sweating, my skin is itching
I put some ice on it and sit down in the kitchen
And outside the leaves are slowly falling
Over pigeons, buildings, CEO's and children
I'm gripped by a love for this world that we live in
And I think about a quote from Ursula Le Guin:
"We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable.
So did the divine right of kings.
Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings"
There's a dying Iight in the distance that beckons
As the clocks are rapidly running out of seconds
This is where I get off I reckon
Take care of yourself, your friend
Jens Lekman