Filed by Bil at 8:56 pm under Fightin' Words, Love

This music video doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, I just find it enormously entertaining.

Being that the Weekend That Was for 2009 is over, I’d like to take this opportunity to describe how I feel.

I feel tired. I went grocery shopping this evening and caught myself staring at a bag of frozen gnocchi. I knew I was going to get it, but for some reason there was a tremor in the work flow in my brain, and the part where I pick up the bag and place it into my basket was delayed for several minutes.

I’m going to cook that gnocchi tonight. I’m going to eat it and watch TV with my wife. We’re not going to talk about anything but what’s on the screen in front of us. We probably won’t even talk about anything at all, because we’ll be eating and laughing. That’s romance, baby.

I heard this phrase today: “Nothin’ says ‘Fall’ like Dunkin’ Donuts.” I had a bag of gnocchi moment, where I just stared and stared, and didn’t do what I knew I was going to do.

I wonder, do visions of the future take into account the time it takes to watch that vision? If not, then it would seem that time travel is every bit as possible as clairaudiency. Don’t tempt fate, Shirley, James, there’s nothing to tempt, nothing at all. There are things I know I need to do, but do I do them no I just sort of let them happen and there’s no such thing as meant to do you just do it or someone else does it or else it doesn’t get done and that’s all there is to it It doesn’t matter if I did it but I like to know that I did I have dishes to do I have gnocchi to cook I have someone to make me want things I have things I want to do I could never live it down or up I could never

I am inside a grocery store. I am in the frozen aisle with my basket, beneath fluorescent lights, surrounded slowly by other shoppers. There is a bag of frozen time, and I’m going to get it eventually, but I’m just staring at it right now. I’m just staring.

Coming from the wrong part of the yard, from the other side of the track
I grew up with gypsies
playing accordion
wanting to tell my future
while my dad emptied a bottle of Explorer
taught myself to play guitar and those chords
Django’s quintett playing from the grammophone
with second hand suits in the closets
and brass bands live every night in the garden

It started out good but then the problems came
stepped in the shit early, and the tax bill
I mean the responsibilities
rights
governments
the justice system
the likelihood is small, the unemployment office admits
maybe one should change name or
sell the mobile home or
knock out the gold tooth or
but some time the prejudice must be caught up with

You can call me an outsider
because I didn’t do what the others did when they
did what people did back in the days
no, I’m not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise

Comes from the right part of town
that’s the problem
I grew up in the nicest neighbourhoods
my dad is a designer, etc.
my other dad is already late
myself I was a kid and adopted
so my school time was very hard and complex
because my classmates thought it was wrong that
and the teacher was soon to get her pension
not their fault that
things turned out the way they did
according to recommendations from the holy scripture

Johan’s dad “watch out, he’s the anti-Christ!”
according to miss teacher who tried to explain it sure
maybe we should have shot her
or carried her out of there
now she’s dead and lies in the urn
but in some way the words still live on
the house peace, or something like that

I barely have any time to listen to your criticism
not Lykke Li
but pretty happy
so lady please give me a chance to listen to my music
but no
Not “when in Rome”

If the spoon is made of silver I’ll take it when I get there
they told me so many times
so thanks but no thanks, I’ll find the exit
but everything is just a dream

I’m swedish, I mean, I just go past the line
I’m even a man and I have a higher wage
as long as I don’t sit around with no job

I like the opposite sex
So kid I’m hardly what you call a fag
But kid I might be what you call slow
cause I don’t understand what you’re saying even if I hear you

I was wrong. It’s got everything to do with everything.