
Date of issue: 19.09.2011
Song language: English
An Argument With Myself |
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 suites |
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’s it 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 exhibit B |
Honeysuckle on a little plastic envelope |
And put the flower underneath a microscope |
See what’s written on the petals |
Look closer, that’s her initials |
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 |
Okay, 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 |
The chime of the bells striking |
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 |
Someone will see your hand waving farewell |
Why you’re hittin' yourself, why you’re hittin' yourself? |
History repeats itself twice, said Marx |
First as tragedy, then as farce |
But where did I find the source |
To make history of a love, a love like ours |
A love like ours |
Name | Year |
---|---|
A Postcard to Nina | 2007 |
The Opposite of Hallelujah | 2007 |
Every Little Hair Knows Your Name | 2012 |
Your Arms Around Me | 2007 |
Julie | 2004 |
Erica America | 2012 |
The End Of The World Is Bigger Than Love | 2012 |
On the Edge of Time | 2019 |
And I Remember Every Kiss | 2007 |
If I Could Cry | 2007 |
Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo | 2007 |
Sipping On the Sweet Water | 2007 |
Into Eternity | 2007 |
Shirin | 2007 |
Kanske Ar Jag Kar i Dig | 2007 |
It Was a Strange Time in My Life | 2007 |
I'm Leaving You Because I Don't Love You | 2007 |
A Little Lost | 2007 |
Håll Ihop ft. Jens Lekman | 2006 |
Become Someone Else's | 2012 |