I’ve had a Kjell Höglund relapse lately. It usually happens about once a year for a week or so, but this time around he’s been in rotation since november.
”Genesarets sjö” is probably his most well known song. Lyrically it doesn’t really tell a story, something about the Sea of Galilee and a gallery opening. Mostly it’s just beautiful poignant sentences strung together.
My memories are like cherries in punsch
And it flows like a river in my inner world
Let me cry let me be alone
And burn my books like firewood
”You get used to it” is so dark and depressing that it somehow ends up cheering me up.
The sheets get tangled up and damp of sweat
and the hours of the night like rubberbands
Waiting for the sleep of oblivion
And the alarm goes off
Holy hell, the pain, you can’t be bothered to wash yourself
Drinking cold coffee from the day before
And outside it’s cold and dark and rough and foggy
But you get used to it
You get used to it
Kjell never really cared much about having a ”sound”. He was happy to experiment and make albums with whoever, so his discography can get a bit... eclectic. This song is probably the answer to what it would be like to meet Socrates on the dancefloor in a small town in northern Sweden.
Last one, and then I promise our Swedish cultural exchange program is finished for now! Just some happy social realism to round this off.
I hear them sleeping with each other on the floor above
She sounds so happy, she sounds so beautiful
She tells me how it feels so nice how she feels so good
I don’t hear him, but she sounds good