Night Falls Over Kortedala
The day is 1992. Pavement Ist Rad is thinking of reviewing a Jens Lekman album, Undercooked Sausage defeats him and reviews it first. It is now 1993.
Let's talk about the great lyrics in this album first and foremost, goddamn.
There will be no (hershey) kisses tonight
there will be no holding hands tonite
because what is now isnt there before and what is (trails off, indistrinct)
ive broken some farts i udnerstand
firecrackers fuck me up and i always try to be true
BUT I WOULD NEVER FUCK ANYONE
WHO DOESNT BURN MY DICK LIKE THE SUN
AND I REMMEBER EVERY FUCK LIKE MY FIRST FUCK(cybering with a 13/M/F)
and i remmeber that night it sucked
by the lake in your dads anus
and i would like to keep that memory
of that fuck
as it is
things get more comp[licated when you're older
before you know it...what
you get a gun and you name it after some bitch that broke your heart fuck fuck you fuck you bitchadsds
good album. The lyrics are unbelievably good, joking aside. Not to mention the studio production and the arrangements in general are just orgasmic. I usually don't like fairie faggot music like this. But this album and the faggot who wrote these songs can give me a reach-around any day!
Rating: It's one of the better JENS LICKMAN albums I've heard, he's written a lot of albums. This one is by far his worst, don't ever listen to him or this album. chock full of tens. he will get nice and tight pussy. Oh yeah, I hope you like string.