Lars Demian, in the spirit of Bellman

There is a swedish singer called Lars Demian that has written some great songs. Unfortunately it is difficult to enlighten the international readers about his music since he sings in swedish.
But one song in particular is somewhat of an anthem for us (beside Nena - 99 luftballoons & Journey - Don't stop believing off course) when we go drinking.

So I thought I'd at least do a rough translation of this wonderful song. It really captures the whole alcohol experience. Here goes:

I wake up in a staircase and I don't know who I am.
I am broken and bleeding, and my body feels crooked and bent.
I have a taste in my mouth as if I've eaten dead animals.
My money is gone and my watch has been broken apart.

I stumble into the street and fix myself up by a fountain.
Then I spot an open pub and I steer myself towards it.
I say: Give me a glass before the bar closes.
Give me a glass before I die from my thirst.
Something that warms a frozen heart.
Something that lights a fire in my soul.

Give me alcohol.
It makes me a man, it gives me all I can take. Alcohol.
I don't have to see things clear, it shrouds my goals. Alcohol
I raise my glass and say To the devil a toast! Alcohol
As if in my heart there's a hole.

Here among friends I regain all my courage.
Get treated to a glass that warms up my blood.
I become a tiger, I roar and I suffer.
I get courage and power that I've never had.
I meet a woman, a real duchess.
She is fair like a pixie when we dance by ourself.
Then we drink together, sisters and brothers.
We race through our booze until our brains bleed.
And the night goes by straight into a wall.
And then it all ends...

Alcohol.
It makes me a man, it gives me all I can take. Alcohol.
I don't have to see things clear, it shrouds my goals. Alcohol.
You're my best friend, you are my bethrode. Alcohol.
For my wasted life you are a symbol. Alcohol.
I raise my glass and say To the devil a toast! Alcohol
As if in my heart there's a hole.

I wake up in a staircase and I don't know who I am.
I am broken and bleeding, and my body feels crooked and bent.

As you may suspect there is a new beer night in the planning.
And IA has something special planned for the blog if all succeeds regarding this night. He who lived shall see. And maybe we'll survive to be among the enlighened ones.

/TSO

Hellsongs

I know some disagree but it must be said. Hellsongs are really sweet. Their laid back soft version of Orgasmatron for instance, brilliant. As is Run to the Hills and Paranoid. The Trooper is great as is most of their versions of some of the best rock songs ever written.

If you have no idea who Hellsongs are, they are a band from Göteborg that transforms hardrock legends to their own sweet versions. With a singer whose voice just simply makes me fall in love with her, it's so great.

Check 'em out!

Official Site


/TSO

This is how it all sounded before fucking hiphop music...

The tickets are bought and collected.
The records spin nonstop on the stereo.
The days are beeing counted down to zero.

December 10th, 2008.
A date which will live in infamy...

/TSO

Nostalgia

It's 02:30 and I am tired, bored and restless. The solution is off course YouTube.
Don't know how I came to dip up this little piece of history, particularly since I've never liked this kind of music. But a certain Saint Devil always played this group back in the days before I educated him in the fine art of music appreciation.

Anyway, after reconnecting old dusty neuro-pathways in the old lump of greymatter, this popped back into memory. Off course I had to share this rediscovery with you all, especially SD, to see if it strikes a cord in your memory as well.

So here goes:



More classic titles from this group:
Can't stop Raving
Million miles away from home
Round the world
Rainbow to the stars...


/TSO (million seconds away from bed)