Thursday, September 20, 2007

Friday Night at The Drive-in Bingo


Jens Lekman, originally uploaded by M Domondon.

I've been feeling so lonely today.

I always dreamed that if I should die, I'd wake up to the countryside under a tree. I'd wake up and someone to love would find me there. He'd have a funny straw hat and he'd bring me sunflowers. We'd talk until it the very dark of night, when we wouldn't see anything anymore. Then we'd embrace until I dozed off to sleep for the final time.

Friday Night at The Drive-In Bingo

In a tiny, tiny southern Swedish country town,
Two acres of fieldand a gas station
Riding on my moped, looking for fun
Staring into the blood red sun

On the country road is a boulevard
With neon lights and night open bars
In my jacket, a pack of playing cards
Just Jacks,Jokers, and The Queen of Hearts

My heart is beating, beating like Ringo
As I pull into the drive-in bingo

Why do the people in the country wanna look like the people in the city
When the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts
And saggy jeans all covered in dirt

I want the people in the country to be open and kind
But most times I've met those with a narrow mind
With a big black dog to bite your behind
If they ever find out you're not one of their kind

All these thoughts as I open up a zingo
Friday night at the drive-in bingo

So this is what they do out here for fun?
They play bingo and let their engines run?
Tonight's jackpot is a pig. Hey, that's criminal!
G-42! Ooh, I'm going diagonal!

I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends
As many fits into an army tent
Just bring our savings and a bottle of wine
To the Friday night's reversal of time!

This little south-west village shouldn't cost that much
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks
We could have wild, wild parties in that big old lodge
And the windmill's perfect for movies and such

We could fake our deaths to get insurance money
And take on hippie names. I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny
We could start a little farm with little white bunnies
Just cause watching them copulate is very funny

There's a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you!
A glass of apple cider just waiting for you!
The smell of 1952 just waiting for you!
And all I'm doing here is just waiting for you...

A daydream, I'm caught up in limbo
Friday night at the drive-in bingo


~Jens Lekman, Night Falls Over Kortedala




I always feel like crying at the last part of the song.

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