I’ve had a Kjell Höglund relapse lately. It usually happens about once a year for a week or so, but this time around he’s been in rotation since november.

”Genesarets sjö” is probably his most well known song. Lyrically it doesn’t really tell a story, something about the Sea of Galilee and a gallery opening. Mostly it’s just beautiful poignant sentences strung together.

My memories are like cherries in punsch

And it flows like a river in my inner world

Let me cry let me be alone

And burn my books like firewood

”You get used to it” is so dark and depressing that it somehow ends up cheering me up.

The sheets get tangled up and damp of sweat

and the hours of the night like rubberbands

Waiting for the sleep of oblivion

And the alarm goes off

Holy hell, the pain, you can’t be bothered to wash yourself

Drinking cold coffee from the day before

And outside it’s cold and dark and rough and foggy

But you get used to it

You get used to it

Kjell never really cared much about having a ”sound”. He was happy to experiment and make albums with whoever, so his discography can get a bit... eclectic. This song is probably the answer to what it would be like to meet Socrates on the dancefloor in a small town in northern Sweden.

Last one, and then I promise our Swedish cultural exchange program is finished for now! Just some happy social realism to round this off.

I hear them sleeping with each other on the floor above

She sounds so happy, she sounds so beautiful

She tells me how it feels so nice how she feels so good

I don’t hear him, but she sounds good