没想到他会喜欢wussy某成人抒情

Jens Lekman真有这么好么 = =

老年人口味啦

Adele后悔自己怎么没生在瑞典

彻底反主流么

吃Jens的嫩草音乐吗
An Argument With Myself真是整首歌都弥漫着天真无邪纯真可爱的气息

传说中的灰煮牛

某女要哭死啦，体重飙升坐到了无数奖项，结果还是被某老人来了个闭门羹

1 Teddybears, "Rocket Scientist"
2 Wussy, "Don't Leave Just Now"
3 Kate & Anna McGarrigle, "Saratoga Summer Song"
4 Low Cut Connie, "Shit, Shower and Shave"
5 Mamani Keita, "Gagner l'Argent Français"
6 Garland Jeffreys, "'Til John Lee Hooker Calls Me"
7 Jens Lekman, "An Argument With Myself"
8 Poly Styrene, "Beautiful Sneakers"
9 Das Racist, "Michael Jackson"
10 Jackson Browne, "You Know the Night"
前十无论从旋律还是歌词确实好，
不过奇怪的就是“Don't Leave Just Now”被重新唱后，居然超过了05年版
第一首是Rock N Roll的回归，很好听，那旋律一听就爱上并会时不时就拿出来播放
Jens Lekman的An Argument With Myself也确实不错，歌词写得很贴切他自己的生活！
你们怎么也得听听，再跟你们喜欢adele作对比吧

你肯定连歌词也看不懂，歌词一点可爱的气息都没有

感谢纠正。
我根本没看歌词

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 "**** it"
I would remind you of the photo in your pocket
How long it's 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 in 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
**** you, no, you **** 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 a exhibit B
A honeysuckle in a 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, yes, can we just try to figure this out?
Can we just talk about this, please?
Nah, I don't wanna talk to you
OK, 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
Chime of the bells striking
1, 2, 3
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
I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"
Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?
??????? twice at March
???????????????????
To make history of a love, a love like ours
A love like ours

谢谢啰~
不过那些打击乐器的确让我感到可爱的气息 你别见怪

Jens Lekman - 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, "**** 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
**** you, no, you **** 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, yes, 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
1, 2, 3
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?
He's to repeat this half twice at March
First it's [Incomprehensible] then it's farce
But where did I find the source
To make history of a love, a love like ours
A love like ours