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bobboviking · 2 years
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Jag skiter by Magnus Uggla English translation “I Don’t Give a Shit”
Jerry, think about your future
Jerry, think about how you want to turn out
Jerry, think about your reputation
Jerry, think about your life
Jerry, you’re doing well in school, right?
Jerry, you’re almost grown up
Jerry, listen to your mother
If you’re gonna be like your brother
And I don’t give a shit about the teacher and I don’t give a shit about the principal
And I don’t give a shit about whatever they put in my head
And I don’t give a shit about physics and I don’t give a shit about mathematics
I don’t give a shit about any other damn technology
And I don’t give a shit about my mother and I don’t give a shit about my father
They say I don’t give a shit about anything, but I don’t give a shit about that
So I’m getting out of here
You should play it more roughly
No, it’s supposed to be like this
You should play it more roughly
No, it should be beautiful
Everybody just talks
About how they want me to be
They’re all gay, anyway
I’m thinking of leaving
And I don’t give a shit about the politics and I don’t give a shit about the criticism 
And I don’t give a shit about the rotten stench of commercialism
And I don’t give a shit about old men and I don’t give a shit about old hags
As a rock artist I’ll always remain broke either way
Yes, I don’t give a shit about the adult world
Because I’m not gonna become some human machine
So I’m thinking of leaving
Leaving this city
Leaving this fucking city
Leaving this city
Leaving this city
Leaving this city
Leaving this city
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linneaeas · 7 years
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Va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt
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stockholmnative · 7 years
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#NowPlaying Vår tid 1977 av Magnus Uggla
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bobboviking · 2 years
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Balladen om 70-talets största rockband by Magnus Uggla English translation “The Ballad of the Greatest Rock Band of the ‘70s”
At Kåren 1971, my friend brought me one day
We were going to check out a cool band, which we were told was going to be really good
And a few minutes after the band had started
Yes, the whole place was swinging, and everyone sang along to their song
Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience
Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!
What an experience
What a wonderful experience
And after half the concert, the music quieted down
And a singer wearing dark sunglasses sat down at the piano
It was the best I had ever heard, when the voice cut through the dark
Yes, my entire body was shaking, I can’t tell you what it was
I’ll try to put it into words, but I think it must be witnessed
But that kind of music doesn’t exist today, and it probably never will again
Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience
Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!
What an experience
What a wonderful experience
When I left that place, there was a voice in my heart that said
That singer with the big frizzy hair might as well be me
And now when I stand on stage, I remember every time
When the singer with the broken voice sang: “When my mind’s gone”
Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience
Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!
Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience
Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!
What an experience
What a wonderful experience
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bobboviking · 2 years
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Varning på stan by Magnus Uggla English translation “Watch Out in Town”
Watch out in town because now the ones who have kept it up all day are coming
We’re gonna drink and fight and pick up babes of course, it’s the fun in town
And we’re drunk as fuck, wow wow wow
And we walk into a bar and I go up to a chick and say
“Do you want to be with me?”
But she turns away
So I hurry quickly to pick up another girl
“I love you, do you want to be with me?”
And I said, “come, come, come, let’s go to my place
“We’ll talk and hug and drink tea at my place” 
She came back home with me
And then thank you and goodbye, next girl!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything
For us, picking up babes has become a sport
And I wake up in the morning and the corpse is still there, she’s lying next to me
So I tell the thing about squash, she falls for it of course
And then I’m rid of the bird next to me
Then it’s just my headache left
And then I ping Jerry and hey what’s up
And how did it go last night?
Yeah I got a chick and she was pretty as hell, she was a photographer’s model 
How did you get her to your place? It was easy
And I said, “come, come, come, let’s go to my place
“We’ll talk and hug and drink tea at my place” 
She came back home with me
And then thank you and goodbye
I’m never gonna get married!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything
For us, picking up babes has become a sport
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town
And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything
For us, picking up babes has become a sport
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