Fel Del Av Garden

Kommer fran fel del av garden, fran andra sidan sparet

jag vaxte upp med zigenare och romer

som spela handklaver

o ville spa mig

medan min farsa tomde en flaska explorer

larde mig lira gittar och dom ackorden

djangos kvintett spelade ur grammofonen

med secondhandkavajer i garderoben

o brassband live varenda kvall i tradgarden

det borjade bra men sen kom problemen

trampade tidigt i klaveret, och skattesedeln

ja' menar skyldigheter

rattigheter

myndigheter

rattsystemet

sannolikheten ar liten, arbetsformedlingen medger

man kanske borde byta namn eller

salja sin husvagn eller

knacka ut sin guldtand

men nan gang maste fordomen hinnas ikapp (Yeh)

Ref:

Du kan kalla mig utanfor

for att jag inte gjorde som dom andra gjorde nar dom gjorde som man gjorde forr

Ursakta om jag stor.

nej, jag ar inte grannen ovanfor

men tant ringer till polisen varenda gang och sager det ar jag som stor, det ar jag som stor

Kommer fran ratta stadsdelen

det ar det som ar problemet

ja' vaxte upp i de finaste kvarteren

min pappa han ar designer med mera

min andra farsa han ar redan forsenad

sjalv va' ja' ba' barn och adopterad

sa skolgangen blev ytterst svart komplicerad

for klasskamraterna tyckte de verka fel att

och lararinnan skulle snart pensioneras

inte deras fel att

det hela blev som de blitt

enligt rekomendationer fran den heliga skrift

johans pappa "passa er, han e antikrist!"

enligt froken som forsokte forklara det visst

men, man kanske borde skjutit'na

eller atminstonde burit ut'na

nu ar hon dod och ligger i urnan

men pa nagot satt lever ju orden annu,

Nu drar jag!

Ref.

Husefriden eller dylikt

har knappt nagon tid att lyssna pa din kritik

inte Lykke Li

men ganska sa lyck-lig

sa tant ge mig en chans och lyssna pa min musik

men nej

tar inte seden dit ja' kommer

om skeden ar av silver sa tar ja' den nar ja' kommer

har dom sagt sa manga ganger

sa tack men nej tack, ja' hittar till utgangen

Ref.

Men allting ar ju bara en drom

ja' ar ju svensk och gar fore i kon

till och med man och har hogre lon

satillvida att jag inte sitter arbetslos

ja' gillar motsatt kon

sa grabben ja' ar knappast den du kallar for bog

men grabben ja kanske ar den du kallar for trog

for jag fattar ju inte vad du sager aven om jag hor

Ref.

Coming from the wrong part of the yard, from the other side of the track

I grew up with gypsies and romani

playing accordion

wanting to tell my future

while my dad chugged a bottle of explorer [cheap vodka]

taught myself to play guitar and the chords

djangos quintett played from the grammophone

with second hand suits in the closet

and brass bands live every night in the garden

it started out well but then came the problems

stepped in the crap early, and the tax bill,

i mean responsibilities

rights

government agencies

the justice system

the likelihood is small, the unemployment office admits

maybe one should change one's name or

sell the trailer home or

knock out one's gold tooth

but at some point one has to catch up with prejudice

Ref:

You can call me an outsider

because I didn't do what the others did when they did what people did back in the day

excuse me if I'm disturbing

no, I'm not the neighbor upstairs

but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I'm disturbing, I'm disturbing.

Come from the right part of town

That's the problem

I grew up in the nicest neighborhoods

My daddy's a designer and more

My other dad is already late

Me, I was just a kid and adopted

So school was very hard, complicated

Because my classmates thought it was wrong that

And the teacher would soon retire

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 Ms. Teacher who tried to explain it sure

but, one should have maybe shot'er

or at least carried 'er out

now she's dead and in the urn

but in some way the words still live on

Now I'm outta here!

Ref.

Peace in the home, or something like that

Barely got time to listen to your criticism

not Lykke Li

but pretty happy [Lycklig]

so ma'am please give me a chance and listen to my music

but no

not "when in rome"

If the spoon is silver I'll take it when I arrive

they've said so many times

So thanks but no thanks, I'll find the exit

Ref.

But everything is just a dream

I'm swedish, so I'm first in line

A man, even, with a higher wage

As long as I'm not unemployed

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 get what you're saying even if I hear you