Produkt
Koncept och art work för albumet One Time I Went To South America and Threw Up.
Tanke
Ett album bestående av åtta låtar – en låt per destination. Det hela utspelar sig i Panama och Colombia. Kort sagt: efterkonstruktionen av en resa som i slutändan mest handlade om vänskap, självdistans och spya.
Chew the Gum/Spit it Out
Chew the gum
Let it fog up your mind
Hug the railing
It’s a long way across the caribbean
And you’re already panting
Past the salt water
Sweetness lies
Honey, we’re all fools for thinking
Solid ground will clear your eyes
As the wedding march drowns out
All the stars crawl into place
Throw me over
Bored doesn’t do it for me at all
Crawl inside
Bruise the help I’m a pacifier
Hug the railing
Coast will be clear just give me 22 hours
As the wedding march drowns out
All the stars crawl into place
Throw me over
Bored doesn’t do it for me at all
Though I’ve always known
Why do I have to cross oceans
To reach sure
Across the border
Nation hoarder
I'm a phoney now for thinking I was done
They're still spinning
God, we were winning
But now you're phoning home leaving me all alone
Josefin, don't let me forget my towel at the beach
I'd rather live with mold in my bag than disappointment down her cheek
If I can't swallow my pride
I might have to spit it out
If I can't swallow my pride
I might have to spit it out
If I can't follow my pride
I might have to rule it out
If I can't swallow my pride
I'll have to spit it out
I Saw A Shark Today
My hair's grown too grey for this face now
Maybe if I put it under salt water
It'll bleach when it's dry
My eyes can't memorize the depth of it all
Maybe if I say it out loud I'll remember what I saw
I saw a shark today
Brownie
Garlic on the tip of my tongue
Dry it off under the sun
oh my feet are swollen from all this walking
Apple pizza down the road
Wanings are forever I know you know
You just want something that doesn't leave this in the past
Something that will last
Longer than a haze
Call me, blow the wind in my ear
Drop your cousin on your way here
Oh my stomach's turning from all this talking baby
Sizzle down the back of my neck
Let it take the time it takes
No need to rush it
It doesn't have to last
Longer than a haze
Longer than a haze
Longer than a haze
Longer than a haze
I bruise my knee just to pick off the scab
Move on from a match box town
Only warm when we're around
Oh my head is aching from all this burning
