December 7th, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS SILENT NIGHT 1. There was a kid called
Joseph
He’d been dealt a bad hand Was born poor and a bastard But grew up to be a preacher Made a new friend called Franz Joe went over to Franz house Said: see this poem I once wrote I feel like it’s got something Can you please put some music To my words Looking down at the paper And the title read: Silent Night 2. The first time they performed it It was Christmas Eve They sang it together Franz played the guitar I can see them before me And this big shot organ builder Fell in love with the song Brought it back to his home town Where some folk singers heard it And they spread it around Slightly changed each time it was sung, was Silent Night When I’m down I just think about it How they must have felt when they performed it If the choir cried when they sang it If anyone in the church that day said Well I like the older stuff better They should do more upbeat tunes It could have been a day like any other day Where Joseph would be preachin and Franz would be playin 9 out of10 days are slightly disappointing But on the tenth, you see that light beckoning They had no idea Silent Night would turn out to be Silent Night. Sing it with me. Let your voice carry from all those miles away. If you sing loud enough, my microphone might record you 3. In World War One, 1914 Because it was Christmas, there was a short truce on the battle field Both sides laid own their weapons, sang carols in the night. And the day after, like nothing had happened, they picked up the fight. There was only one song known to soldiers on both sides. And for a second All was calm, and all was bright. |
November 14th, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA ON THE EDGE OF TIME October 27th, 2018 I’m writing you one last time Annika Norlin It was nice to see you that morning at the station I’m sure you were a warrior in a previous incarnation Me, I must’ve been a rabbit or an ostrich Or a pile of trembling leaves sown together with cross stitch My anxiety has been holding me hostage I’ve developed this problem with a really tough itch I went to the clinic to get a prescription Cried a little in front of the physician Ointments and sedatives and antibiotics Went home with a bag full of legal narcotics The best is the sedatives, they work well but softly I don’t scratch myself in sleep, I pass out like a baby When I wake up I’m rested, I’m calm and happy The only bad thing is the strange dreams that haunt me I’m deep in the woods, in a village with tipi’s The branches from old oak trees hang heavy A woman carrying a baby greets me says she’s glad that I came, she’s been trying to reach me She shows me around, the villagers are happy they give me some wine and flowers to greet me their society’s based on a loose form of anarchy they’ve dealt with the climate, injustice and patriarchy Cause this is the future I can tell from their technology But they use it for good and they use it so sparsely They are not but slaves under their own machinery The cogwheels turn only when they think it’s necessary And the woman grabs my arm and she looks me in the eye She’s contacted me cause she’s worried bout our time This future is only one of many lines That we can potentially walk down you and I When I wake up I giggle cause it seems kinda cringey I think about their village, what a bunch of fucking hippies This must be because I read that book by Marge Piercy Where some people from the future make contact with Connie A woman in a mental institution in the seventies and show her their world that’s one of many possibilities And instill in her the hope to fight for humanity I loved that book, but as a document of history Cause now it seems strange to hope for anything at all When every step forward seems infinitely small Save the polar caps from melting by recycling milkbottles While the CEO’s are flying their pets to skilodges How vulnerable it is when someone says what they want Instead of just saying what they don’t want How easy it is to laugh at someone’s utopia after decades of being spoonfed dystopia I rub my cortison ointment on my eczema I take my sedatives and crawl up to the heater Keep treating the outside, ignoring the inside Keep treating the symptoms, not the root of the problems And in my next dream the woman’s back again This time she’s shouting cause her signal is fading I wake up sweating, my skin is itching I put some ice on it and sit down in the kitchen And outside the leaves are slowly falling Over pigeons, buildings, CEO’s and children I’m gripped by a love for this world that we live in And I think about a quote from Ursula Le Guin: “We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings” There’s a dying light in the distance that beckons As the clocks are rapidly running out of seconds This is where I get off I reckon Take care of yourself, your friend Jens Lekman |
October 5th, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS ELECTION DAY 1. I wake up early on Election Day I’ve already voted so I’m timewise ok Today, Göteborg feels like my head Slow, gloomy and grey My train departs soon, we meet up at the station You just came in from Bergen, how are you Jens Lekman? I eye everyone, try to guess what they’re voting for And this is what we speak of: that when you know someone likes you - as a friend or a lover or a listener - you still don’t know WHY they like you, so you take a guess based on their appearance but people are always so complicated you can never guess those things. 2. A woman comes up, she says she’s a clairvoyant She says thanks for this Friday, I went to your concert I like you, cause I can tell you were a warrior in a past life On the train I buy an apple It’s so huge, it’s astounding And I get so upset I’m by myself, can’t show no one I fight an urge to show the girl sitting next to me But she looks like a model, probably doesn’t want to see (it), it’s amazingly large, this apple, and I gram it But it gets very few likes 3. And outside the window, the trees flaunt their shit And the fields, and the flowers, and the lakes that are glittering Behind me, two people in suits say climate change is fake news And I take my huge apple And I show it down their throats I say that’s not a topic you can argue about It is what it is, it’s not up for debate Do you really think I would be stuck on this train Twelve hours today if it was optional 5. That last part was I lie, I’m a pacifist But I enjoyed making that up I have to admit Lets not forgot I was a warrior In a past life The results are like life on Election Day news No one really won, and all are confused It’s quiet, but feels like a bomb with a really long fuse 6. And I like you cause you talk about the same things that I do Telling stories and TV, and being on tour It makes me feel like an extrovert And that is nice for a change And I like me because I always crash I wallow and complain, and then I bounce back If a clairvoyant came up in a hundred years I think she would have said to me: In your past life, you were lame but at least you tried Now those fumes will choke you so get inside Now its time to sleep on Election Day |
September 2nd, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA COSMETICS STORE I went to a cosmetics store to buy some lotion Tried to describe my type of skin to the store clerk, a kind woman
She led me over to a sink and held my hand in it And washed it so carefully for what felt like a minute
And I felt a tear running down my cheek There in the store I hid it quick I didn’t expect to react like that It’s just that there’s been a grief, I’ve tried to carry with grace A heart that broke while I kept a straight face A hand that forgot what it’s like to be held, what it’s like to be grazed |
August 17th, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS FAILURE Licking my lips I lean in for the first kiss He says I am mistaken Leaves me eyes closed, mouth open Big people fly in To see me rise to the occasion I know this is it But occasions make me sink like a stone They fly home Opening the paper I see my big idea punctured like a balloon deflating for the whole country to see Blood pumping through my veins As I fall Here’s to the feeling of failure Ah, the rush when you made a fool or yourself Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure You are finally free from yourself Reading your letter It made me remember When I was a teenager I had a band that no one knew of If I express my love for no one I won’t be rejected If I play my songs to no one They won’t be made fun of If I point out my own flaws Put them on a shirt Here’s to the feeling of failure Ah, the rush when you tried and you fell härmas Ah, liberating fresh scent of failure It's a big
fuck off sign to yourself
Free falling Free falling into thin air Who will be left when I come down What parts will be there Free falling Free falling into thin air if it fit didn’t please them I must have done it to please me it must mean I am finally free In this song alone I worry: Am I too straight, am I saying things that belong to refrigerator magnets but Oh no! I am liberated now I will do no such thing as to hide what I’m saying Hear the strings play it Here’s to the feeling of failure Ah, the rush when you made a fool or yourself The liberating fresh scent of failure It's a big fuck off sign to yourself |
July 12th, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA REVENGE OF THE NERDS Annika, I long for that too A parental figure to serve Someone who could recognize the pain in me And validate my hurt Who could point me in a direction And say walk this way and you’ll be free That I’d have a home there among them in their little community I think back on a teenage friend who introduced me to Marilyn Manson In the darkest moments of high school It channeled our frustration He’d set up a poster of Britney She was the face of all that was wrong, the hierarchy we’d never be part of and then he brought out his airgun At a concert I met a punkgirl She just walked up and asked my name asked if I played any instruments she had a band that could barely play The band was mostly an excuse to wear leatherjackets and hang and go vandalize the swimsuit ads from H&M while I carried their spraycans The best song they ever wrote was called “Can’t Get Laid Cause We’re Too Ugly” But they never blamed anyone for that except Baywatch and Tutti Frutti I had kind of a crush on the punkgirl but she had a crush on my friend and despite my heart being punctured I delivered the message to him But it only made him offended he slammed the door to his room Her interest became an insult and confirmed what he thought he knew And he was furious, so furious at all the Britney’s that he couldn’t get I distanced myself when I saw what he'd written on the internet I re-watched Revenge of the Nerds Do you remember the speech ‘bout being different? How I cried when I saw that at 13 But do you remember the rape-scene? Cause I didn’t. Or how generally creepy the nerds are The plot could be re-summarized this way: Some athletes try to stop some sex criminals from assaulting their partners, but fail. I thought about this culture that gave me strength when I felt like a freak But also gave me an ulcer from an anger that I couldn’t speak That I had somehow been robbed of a right to love and sex that I deserved A feeling that the game was rigged Between alphamales and betanerds And then Isla Vista happened and the Toronto attack this spring And I read these incel threads they reminded me of something I checked my old friend on Facebook scared of what I would see But he just posted pics of his family in his profile pic he looked happy He had a photoalbum called “good times” with a photo where we try to look evil in shirts that said, “How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” |
June 8th, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS JOINING A CULT 1. Thanks for your letter Please send a clone over I’ll use him for garden work and harmonies Speaking of pretty new documentaries have you seen the one about the Rajneespuram society? Everyone seem to think They were lunatics. But I sort of thought Hey I get this Inside this rational brain of mine I long to be contradicted I wait for a sign Doesn’t matter what cult What sign Just give me any culty sign 2. I’ll tell you all the advantages. Though I’m guessing maybe you are an atheist? : You’d get a reason and you’d get a goal. You’d know how to dress and how to cleanse your soul I’d be up for that, I’d be totally up for cleansing my soul. Would I have to split from my family? They wouldn’t know what got into me. I’d change my name into something cool Like Warlord Springgrass, and the leader would use me as a songwriter tool I’d spread her message to the world. Send in the choir Send in the choir. 3. Each day I’m waiting eagerly. When I cross this corner, will there be a sign there just for me? A special light or a person with a glow that says something new I didn’t already know But there's never anything Just the same old cats and fences. My leader would know what to do about everything . About the wars and the climate and all the hurting She would say: sh! I know just what to do You just relax, and you stay low. I’ll punish the bad guys, set the good ones free. Then we’ll have a fiesta Send in the choir Send in the choir 4. Last month when you came to visit You played a set in the church in the city. For Shirin you set your voice up high and you let go. It made me cry. So when you answer in July, can you please do so in falsetto |
May 4th, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA NOT BECAUSE IT'S EASY, BUT BECAUSE IT'S HARD Not Because It's Easy But Because It's Hard Knock knock, are you there? Sorry to wake you my fellow bear I’ll slip this song under a rock somewhere so you can hear it when it’s summer It hurts to hear you’ve felt exhausted I’ve seen too many people round me haunted By the cruelest to do lists longer than the end credits of movies It shocked me to hear about Avicii Did you see that documentary? I read Avicii means hell in buddhism And hell is what his dream had become That scene when he tried to cancel those shows Made me think back on some years ago So scared of letting anyone down I worked myself into the ground Felt the cortisol pumping through my sleep When an ad flashed by in my Facebook feed A cheap DNA cloning kit Didn’t know technology had made it there yet Connected it to a USB hub Dabbed saliva on a cotton bud Gave my passwords to all my email accounts And slowly a body rose from the ground With more clones of me we would have more time One could write the tune and the other the rhymes A third could focus on the business And a fourth would send greeting cards for christmas But soon our focus fell apart I said “guys, if all of us do our part We could make it to the moon with our art Not because it’s easy, but because it’s hard” I heard the clones bragging about all the sleep they’d been missing They posted vids of them sipping on a smoothie while their eyes were twitching Coffee for lunch, email for dinner In those press photos we’ve never looked thinner Exhaustion only happens to a winner Wear it like a badge of honour It was not until clone # 1 Was hospitalized with palpitations That they asked themselves what we’d done And were horrified by what they’d become And the slaves turned on their master Filmed me while they kicked my ass there And posted it with the caption “Smash the capitalist system” So I hope you slept well in your bears den I hope you’re back on your feet again But if you should need the time to take the next month off and I’ll cover for you |
April 5th, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS HIBERNATION
1. Remember I took on too much last spring? After a while, my nerves went to war for anything. Overfeeling everything Sad looking sock and I’d be down for the whole weekend. And I couldn’t sleep at nights because my rabbit heart kept me awake du-du-du-dunk all night and all the news and the opinions and the strip lights So that was when I seriously started considering hibernation Felt like the natural thing to do, just going into sleep mode I just said I love you to my family went over to the station Took a train and jumped right out in the woods Lied there until my summer fat wore off 2. Halfway into the forest Met some kids there with a bright red spade. Offered them a twenty for it. Said I need to get myself some sort of cave. And I said to the kids ”take that spade out and dig dig-dig-dig-dig I need a hole this big so it fits me arms out I need it for the coming six months See lately I have seriously been considering hibernation Feels like the natural thing to do, just going into sleep mode I thought, I’m just gonna pack my bags, go over to the station Take a train and jump right out in the woods Lie here until my summer fat wears off” I wouldn’t have to worry about the world I’m a bear in hibernation, I don’t worry about the world |
March 2nd, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA FOREVER YOUNG, FOREVER BEAUTIFUL In Milwaukee I met a mountaineer he told me how he’d taken an old lady from there to one of those famous mountaintops where her husband once had perished and dropped Being a gymnast she was in very good shape but once in a while they had to stop for a break to warm their hands on a cup of java As he helped her put on her balaclava It’d been 42 years he had heard but the man’s body was quite well preserved from the permanent cold he was Forever young forever beautiful On the way down her cheeks were redder redder than the reddest apple they set up their tent at basecamp crawled into their sleepingbags and she lit a candle She said: You should’ve seen him in his summer clothes the short pants that gently exposed his calves that spoke of hidden treasures golden ratios, unknown pleasures She told him how their bodies had together bloomed that first time they did it in her student room How she had got on top of him so she could see everything reflect in the light of the moon Forever young forever beautiful |
February 1st, 2018
ANNIKA > JENS SHOWERING IN PUBLIC 1. It’s early morning
I’m packing my backpack, computer and headphones and swimwear but no towel I don’t like showering at gyms never thought of why maybe it’s cause I’m semi known I don’t want anyone listening to my albums while telling their mums what my ass looks like showering in public, showering in public, This is me recapping my life when it comes to showering in public 2. Six years old, some guy at the pool kept his office next to the girls’ locker room drinking his coffee while watching us shower I don’t know his story Someone said he was a pervert I’m like: well maybe he just liked coffee but the rumour alone gave us a sense that you have to watch yourself while showering in public, showering in public you have to use your towel strategically, shower one body part at a time 3. Two times a week we had gym class in grades four to nine, that was two times a week that the boys could sneak into our locker room to try to catch us naked it became a tradition I still remember their bored faces like they thought we would get upset if they didn’t show up to watch us shower in public, shower in public You couldn’t shower and then you would get accused of being sweaty in public 4. At seventeen, in the locker room, one of the bathrooms was broken it had a sign that said BROKEN But some of the girls from the arts programme opened the door anyway, found a guy who’d drilled a hole through the wall to watch us all come in after gym and then magically shower in public, shower in public They chased him down the hall, the paper published the news with a fun caricature 5. It’s fun come to think of it I know no less erotic places than locker rooms, sweaty women drinking protein drinks with sweaters but no pants on talking about kids and work and training Blowing noses and laughing and complaining Jens, I must go now, I’m heading home On the yard, a small amount of snow has laid to rest I hope you bought yourself a quilted jacket down in Gothenburg. Jens, I wish you all the best. |
January 4th, 2018
JENS > ANNIKA WHO REALLY NEEDS WHO January 1st 2018 I’m writing you now, Annika Norlin From the remnants of a new years eve The fog that slithers through the streets I am trying to remember how you made friends when you were young What were those friendships based on And what made them so strong? Francisco was my first friend, He lived round the bend in my neighborhood He came up one day and asked “are you a turd?” I said I was not, he said "then you’re good” He had post traumatic memories I didn’t have any friends We based our friendship on our non-turdness at the time, it just made sense Remember the first time that we met? that fall in New York that I want to forget You asked if someone had a show for your band I surprised myself when I reached out a hand I was feeling so alone back then vulnerable and heartbroken Despite that people used to call my name As i stepped off the Q train I joined a program where you meet refugees To feel a bit better bout myself honestly I met Nazir, once a week And we ended up good friends eventually He said “thanks for taking the time to meet, it’s really nice of you”. And I wondered who should be thankful to who, and who really needed who. It’s a miserable, sad and lonely life You’re a slave to your fears and then you die But once in a while the skin becomes thin You stand there by the door saying “can I come in?” I just want someone to talk to Well maybe not just anyone I’ve always liked what goes on in your brain So would you like to correspond? |
January 4th, 2018
Photo by Emma-Sofia Olsson Happy new year! Beginning today and throughout 2018, me and Annika Norlin (Hello Saferide, Säkert!) will be doing a project called Correspondence where we publish our communication through songs. Once a month a new song will be published here: http://c-o-r-r-e-s-p-o-n-d-e-n-c-e.com Twelve songs in total, six by each person. JENS: Annika and I first met ten years ago. From her first record I felt we had something in common, the music and the stories, but it wasn’t until 2008 when she released More Modern Short Stories with her band Hello Saferide that I felt: 1. I need to step up my songwriting 2. I should be friends with this person. I was living in New York at the time, I was heartbroken and miserable. One day I looked at her website and saw that she was looking for someone to help set up a show in New York. Normally I would’ve hesitated to reach out because of fear of being rejected (Sorry Jens, but your music sucks so I don’t think I want you to help me set up a show) but I was in a state where the worst had already happened and so what harm could it do to just send an email? ANNIKA: In 2008, I had been touring indie pop clubs for a couple of years. It seemed like everywhere we went, we were following in Jens’ footsteps, playing cities where he had already played. (That was a great show. But do you know who’s really GREAT? Jens Lekman. He played here last week. The place was so packed, everyone started puking because they could not believe what they just witnessed and afterwards Jens took the entire audience for a swim and performed another show by the beach, two thousand people proposed to one another and world peace occured. Repeat x 2000) Jens helped Hello Saferide get a gig in Brooklyn. Afterwards, we said hi. I was pretty sure he’d he an asshole because of all of that indie success but he seemed pretty nice, we all thought so. JENS: Years passed. One day she wrote me out of the blue and asked if I wanted to sing with her at a small show in Sweden. She mentioned something about me being the Joan Baez to her Bob Dylan but she also wanted me to play harmonica which I thought was Bob’s thing. I really don’t know much about Dylan and Baez. But I said yes and the show was brilliant. ANNIKA: I was doing a small solo show in the Stockholm archipelago with my other project Säkert!, where I sing in Swedish. I had been watching a documentary where Bob Dylan sings with Joan Baez at the Newport festival. I’ve never been much of a Dylan fan but that show got to me, something about how close the audience got that day and how much Dylan’s narrative voice was lifted by Baez’ melodic tone. I felt the need for a Joan, a Joan who would get it. I came to think of Jens’ beautiful voice and asked him to join me on harmonies and harmonica. The show was fun and some songs never sounded better than they did that night. But perhaps more important than the show, that was the night we became friends. Friends that don’t know each other very well and very rarely meet, because I live in Umeå, Jens in Gothenburg, and we both travel a lot. But straight away, we found common ground. JENS: Annika has always felt like someone I would be good friends with if we lived in the same town, as it’s been the last years we’ve written emails, given feedback on each others demos and occasionally had a beer at some festival that we happened to both be booked for. In 2015 I was doing two songwriting projects that were different from the usual album recording and touring cycle: Postcards, where I wrote and released a song every week for a year and Ghostwriting, where I gathered stories from voluntary participants and turned them into songs. As a natural follow up to these projects I came up with the idea to do a similar thing as a correspondence with another songwriter, where the storytelling is central and each song is an answer to or somehow inspired by the last song, a pile of letters building on top of each other to form a picture of the year 2018. I went to the library to do research on correspondence in literature and was struck by how you had to be dead and declared a genius for your correspondence to be published. That’s sad, I thought. I talked to Annika about the idea and we decided this would be great to do together while we were still alive and before we were declared geniuses. ANNIKA: 2018 seemed like a good year to do that: it’s election year in Sweden. Will Trump blow something up? Will a comet hit the earth? Will either of us go on a fun cruise? We actually have no idea what this project will end up being except for that we decided to use one instrument only. Which is something we may or may not stick to. The recordings will be pretty low key but because we are trying to impress each other it might actually turn out to be worth listening to. Umeå, January 4th Annika Norlin Göteborg, January 4th Jens Lekman |
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