An Argument with Myself - An Argument with Myself

Jens Lekman - An Argument With Myself by DOJAGSC

Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street 

Bumping into backpackers and 

struggling with the parameters 

and the basic construction of my feet 

Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete 

Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis and 

backseats and drunk Swedes and half-Greeks 

Shut up, no, you shut up! 

What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup! 

Every time I hear you say "Fuck it" 

I would remind you of the photo in your pocket 

How long it's been there, two years, I bet 

have a sniff, it smells like a cigarette 

When was the last time you smoked a cigarette? 

And more importantly, who did you smoke it with? 

Having an argument with myself down Victoria Street 

Passing the market now, the windows neon illuminating my path to defeat 

Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet 

Your heavy breathing scaring the wind 

So rich on Summer and so sweet 

Fuck you, no, you fuck you! 

You didn't come here for nothing, did you? 

I know that's what you've been saying lately 

But let me draw attention to a exhibit B 

I stuck it in a little plastic envelope 

and put the flower underneath a microscope 

See what's written on the petals 

Look closer, that's her intials 

And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel 

on Victoria Street 

Where it's reggae night tonight 

And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit 

I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket 

See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home 

...No 

Alright Jens, can we just try to figure this out? 

Can we just talk about this, please? 

Nah, I don't wanna talk to you 

OK, you wanna keep fighting? 

Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting 

Alright, fair enough 

1, 2, 3, here we go! 

Having an argument with myself down Queensbury Street 

The lonely light from the town hall clock tower 

Chime of the bells striking 

1, 2, 3 

And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memory 

The way her shadow used to walk by your side 

In a different time, in a different city 

Oh please, no you oh please! 

I wanna see you drop down on your knees 

I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell" 

Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?

Colores - La Flor de la Biznaga

Yo quisiera ser un ave, yo quisiera ser el Sol, 

yo quisiera ser un ave, yo quisiera ser el Sol.

Amarillo es el canaraio y rosita mi Abuelita,

amarillo es el canaraio y rosita mi Abuelita

Que daria la vida misma por tener otro color,

Que daria la vida misma por tener otro color.

Y que llueva la nostalgia, que sangre el cielo azul,

y que llueva la nostalgia, y que sangre el cielo azul.

Y yo cantando espero, que la vida cambie su color,

Y yo cantando espero, que la vida cambie su color,

color, color, uuh...

Yo quisiera ser un ave, yo quisiera ser el sol,

yo quisiera ser un ave, yo quisiera ser el sol.

Amarillo es el canaraio y rosita mi Abuelita,

amarillo es el canaraio y rosita mi Abuelita

Que daría la vida misma por tener otro color,

que daría la vida misma por tener otro color.

Que llueva la nostalgia, que sangre el cielo azul,

Que llueva la nostalgia, y que sangre el cielo azul.

Y yo cantando espero, que la vida cambie su color,

Y yo cantando espero, que la vida cambie su color,

color, color, uuh...

You yes you - W H O K I L L

Now that everything is gunna be okay

Now that everything is gunna be alright

What if baby I cannot see the sound?

What if baby I cannot hear the light?

Now that everything is gunna be okay

Now that everything is gunna be alright

What if baby I cannot see the sound?

What if baby I cannot hear the light?

What’s that about?

What’s that about?

What’s that about?

What’s that about?

Now that everything is gunna be okay

Now that everything is gunna be alright

What if baby I cannot see the sound?

What if baby I cannot hear the light?

Now that everything is gunna be okay

Now that everything is gunna be alright

What if baby I cannot see the sound?

What if baby I cannot hear the light?

I was born to do it

My daddy had enough so I put my back into it

That man was born to do it too

We didn’t have enough so we cannot sing for you--HA!

If home is where the heart is baby

Then my home is inside you

I don’t need a linen room of diamonds

Yeah a chicken shed will do

If home is where the heart is baby

Then my home is inside you

I don’t need a linen room of diamonds

Yeah a chicken shed will do do do do

I was born to do it

My daddy had enough so I put my back into it

That man was born to do it too

We didn’t have enough so we can-ahhhh!

I was born to do it

My daddy had enough so I put my back in--

Th-th-that man was born to do it too

We didn’t have enough so we cannot sing for you--HA!

Throw your money on the ground and leave it there

You, yes, you

Now that everything is gunna be okay

(In the morning we see some trees. All goodnight to you.) 

Past in present - The Reminder

The scarlet letter isn't black
Gotta know who's got your back
Because they're right in front of you
Because they're telling you the truth

So much present inside my present
Inside my present so...so much past
Inside my present inside my past
Inside my present
So, so

Feeling it from dark to bright
When a wrong becomes a right
When a mountain fills with light
It's a volcano, it's a volcano
It's a volcano, it's a volcano

So much present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past

Inside my present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past

Inside my present
Inside my present...

Great Divide - First Band on the Moon

There's a monster growing in our heads
Raised up on the wicked things we've said
A great divide between us now
Something we should know

There's something to remember
And something to forget
As long as we remember
There's something to regret
Something we should know

There's a mountain higher than we knew
It's high but such a bitter view
A great divide between us now
Something we should know

There's something to remember
And something to forget
As long as we remember
There's something to regret

A great divide between us now
On different sides of a great divide

There's something to remember
And something to forget
As long as we remember
There's something to regret
Something we should know

Start a war - Boxer

We expected something, something better than before. We expected something more
Do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting, lock it up and leave
Do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting, lock it up and leave
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war

Whatever went away I’ll get it over again. I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Whatever went away I’ll get it over again. I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war

We expected something, something better than before. We expected something moreYou were always waiting but I never had to hold you by the edges like I do nowYou were always waiting but I never had to hold you by the edges like I do now
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war

Whatever went away I’ll get it over again. I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Whatever went away I’ll get it over again. I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war

Pájaros Negros - Valiente

Abrazame,
no paso nada,
no fue tormenta,
es la marea.

Aprietame,
siente mi sombra,
soy tu escondite,
ya no estas sola,

¡Ya no más!
Pajaros negros,
¡Ya no más!
Sueños despiertos
¡Ya no más!
Pájaros negros.

Aquí estoy corazón.

Aveces,
el mundo se cae,
se rompe en pedazos,
se asoma el diablo.

Cuando,
voltees veras
que no todo es fango,
que hay un espacio,
un rincón a tu lado,
un lugar pa' fugarnos


¡Ya no más!
Pajaros negros,
¡Ya no más!
Sueños despiertos
¡Ya no más!
Pájaros negros.

Aquí estoy corazón. 

¡Ya no más!
Pajaros negros,
¡Ya no más!
Sueños despiertos
¡Ya no más!
Pájaros negros.

Aquí estoy corazón.  
Aquí estoy corazón. 
Aquí estoy...