oh jens

Life will see you now

…”if you’re gonna write a song about this, then please don’t make it a sad song”
which was something a friend once said to me.
I didn’t think much about it when I wrote it but there is a feeling
on this album as if I was aware that every time I write a song,
I have the power to decide if it’s going to be a happy memory or a sad memory.
If there is a way out or not.

it’s about these people and it’s like they’re sitting in a waiting room, waiting for life to start.
and then the nurse comes out and says “life will see you now”.

Here’s what I ended up writing about:
I wrote about being close to someone who’s seriously ill but not knowing exactly how close you are.
About fear of conflict and the first big fight in a relationship.
About a wedding I once played where I had to do some last minute counseling.
About choosing who you want to be with.
About a perfume that’s been haunting me for years and the memories attached to this perfume.
About the sadness of not being able to express love or being vulnerable with another man.
About a mormon missionary I once met.
About figuring out why we’re here on earth.
About the bridges we cross and how they burn behind us.


Latest Jens Lekman album is gorgeous.
His songwriting is up there with Jarvis Cocker and Alex Kapranos lyrics for me.
See for yourself:

story of how we met, the long version

Nothing became something.
Turned itself inside out.

Subatomic particles became atoms, became stars, became galaxies.

The earth’s crust became solidified.
The planets became perfectly aligned,
Jupiter blinked with its little red eye.

Oxygen replaced methane.
A party started in the ocean:
Trilobites and crustaceans,
A Cambrian explosion.

A conga line headed up on land
Out of the water and into the frying pan
A layer of iridium paved the way
For furry mammals with big, beautiful brains.

The Congo River divided the chimpanzees,
The peaceful bonobos from the ones like you and me.
As soon we stood up, picked an apple from a tree
Someone pointed a finger, said, “That apple belongs to me.”

And people fought and loved and died
And everywhere babies opened their eyes
And had their hearts broken, laughed, and cried,
Watched the planets slowly collide.

And one day I asked if I could borrow your bass guitar,
Not that I needed one…
But I didn’t know where to start.

One magic night in an empty backyard
You grabbed my arm and kissed me quick
Under a heaven full of stars.

And that’s the story of how we met.
The long version.

And you can call it fate or chance
But we made it happen,
We made it happen, we made it happen.

And one old song with a perfect video:

Il Mondo

Один из тех случаев, когда перевод не нужен – you just know.

lyrics
Il Mondo

No, stanotte amore
non ho più pensato a te,
ho aperto gli occhi
per guardare intorno a me
e intorno a me
girava il mondo come sempre

Gira, il mondo gira
nello spazio senza fine,
con gli amori appena nati
con gli amori già finiti,
con la gioia e col dolore
della gente come me

O mondo
soltanto adesso io ti guardo,
nel tuo silenzio io mi perdo
e sono niente accanto a te

Il mondo
non si é fermato mai un momento
la notte insegue sempre il giorno
ed il giorno verrà

O mondo

(ripetere l’ultima strofa)

La la la …

masters of sex

TV: Masters of Sex Room

The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down,
right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape.
The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day,  just like a modern shopping centre.
And it’s so cold, it’s so cold.

And as I’m standing across this room I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has  become the centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do?

I’ve got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach like I’m standing on top of a very high building.
All the stuff they tell you about in the movies…  but this isn’t chocolate boxes and roses.
It’s dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night.

And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly
and they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.

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Я мало смотрю сериалов, у меня нет времени и как только повествование скатывается к жеванию соплей по поводу отношений, я теряю интерес.
Я не слежу за новинками, отсмотренное в последние несколько лет было либо порекомендовано мне лично, либо… да никакого “либо” – самостоятельно найденое можно пересчитать на пальцах одной руки.

Так вот про Masters of Sex мне отзывов не встречалось, хотя казалось бы.
Сеттинг – 50-60 годы (Mad Men!), тема – исследования сексуального поведения (серьезно, сериал про СЕКС с проводами и таймером!), тема сисек раскрыта ввиду сюжета, откровенных сцен в каждой серии больше, чем во всем первом сезоне Game of Thrones, есть voiceover-перевод на русский (если кому-то нужно берется в известных местах).

ПОЧЕМУ?
Неужели никто не смотрит?
Или все смотрят и молчат об этом?

Это отличное кино, take a peek.
At times it feels like a Pulp song made into a television (and that’s as near as declaration of love, coming from me)

Ну и чисто поржать, из 1ой серии:

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TV: Masters of Sex Ulyses

TV: Masters of Sex -Observe