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Peter Bjorn And John
Peter Bjorn And John


Background information
Origin Stockholm, Sweden
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Indie Pop
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Wichita Recordings
Website Website
Members
Peter Morén
Björn Yttling
John Eriksson



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Peter Bjorn And John Album


Writer's Block (08/14/2006)
08/14/2006
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Writer's Block

[No lyrics]

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I remember when, when i first moved here,
a long time ago,
ґcause i heard some song i used to hear back then,
a lone time ago.
i remember when, even further back,
in another town,
ґcause i saw something written i used to say back then,
hard to comprehend

and the question is, was i more alive
then than i am now?
i happily have to disagree;
i laugh more often now, i cry more often now,
i am more me.

but of cause some days, i just lie around
and hardly exist,
and canґt tell apart what iґm eating
from my hand or my wrist.
ґcause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh,
the difference is thin.
but life has a certian ability or breating new
life into me,
so i breathe it in.
it says here we are, and we all are here,
and you still can make sense,
if you just show up and present an honest face,
instead of that grin.

and the other day, this new friend of mine
said something to me
"just because something starts differently,
doesnґt mean itґs worth less."
and i soaked it in, how i soaked it in,
how i soaked it in
and just as to prove how right he was,
then you came.
so iґm gonna give, yes iґm gonna give,
iґm gonna give you a try,
so iґm gonna give, yes iґm gonna give,
i'm gonna give you a try

. . .


(Whistle)
If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?

If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?

I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you

It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talking about the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking about the old style too
And we don't care about our own folks
Talking about our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you

Usually when things has gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one would surprise me unless you do

I can tell there's something going on
Hours seem to disappear
Everyone is leaving
I'm still with you

It doesn't matter what we do
Where we are going to
We can stick around
And see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talking about the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking about the old style too
And we don't care about our own folks
Talking about our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you

Talking only me and you
(Whistle)

. . .


Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it's so slow, so slow

And I was heading up north
To a place that I know
Eating well, sleeping well
But still I was way, way out of line
Amsterdam was stuck in my mind

Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove
That you can't ignore
Oh, it's a kind of natural fact
Sometimes you're just left to be alone

Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it's so slow, so slow

And I got to go away
To a place of my own
Working hard, fill my time
From early on, till I hit the bed
Amsterdam was stuck in my head

Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove
That you can't ignore
Oh, it's a kind of natural fact
Sometimes you're just left to be alone

Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it's so slow, so slow

Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow
Baby went to Amsterdam
Four, five days for the big canal
Now it's so slow, so slow, slow

. . .


I start to melt
With your arms, round my waist
And your mouth, starts to spell
And the words, telling me, to fade

I start to fade
With her arms, round my waist
And he mouth, starts to spell
And the words, telling me, to stay

I start to melt
With my arms, round your waist
And my mouth, starts to spell
And the words, saying its, ok

. . .


Guess I should have caught your call
but I just had to waste the phone, forget it all
bones are trembling, hands are cold
you don't know how that feels, you got me up against the wall

Maybe we could make this work
but I just had to leave before it's getting worse
I don't know what you came here for
it's almost that I wish we hadn't met at all

Your slap was like a wake up call
the bruises on my face don't bother me at all
bones are trembling, hands are cold
it's almost that I wish you had me up against the wall

. . .


Sunday morning,
On the bed two half-eaten croissants.
Sunday morning,
We'll soon be out on the boulevards.

Monday morning,
We have to fly back home again.
While I'm sleeping,
You paint a ring on my finger with your black marker-pen.

I'm all about you, you're all about me,
We're all about each other.
I'm all about you, you're all about me,
We're all about each other.

You don't have to tell, 'cause I know so well
What we are all after.
Likewise if uncertainty puts a spell on me,
I have to zoom in on your laughter.

Wednesday morning,
We sleep over and we're late again.
Let's skip breakfast,
We need this precious time just to comprehend.

. . .


When you decided to knock on my door
Did you remember what happened before
It just didn't sparkle it just didn't glow
Some things are not better inside of the store

Did you agree we should let it be
And did you agree
It's a must
Let's call the whole thing off
Will you still have enough of us
Let's call the whole thing off
Will you still have enough of us

I know many people who act the same way
Relations that lasted for more than one day
But I don't wanna know why we couldn't do more
Some thing are not better to leave unexplored

Did you agree we should let it be
And did you agree
It's a must
Let's call the whole thing off
Will you still have enough of us
Let's call the whole thing off
Will you still have enough of us....

. . .


Your tongue is sharp,
But I miss the taste of it.
Your say time views,
There's not enough of it.

The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to hide the key.
To hear you cast a spell is sweet,
Still have hours left to sleep.

Your fear is crowded,
And there is still ,
No place for someone,
Like me to feel.

Dont know bout love,
But i know the lack of it.
Dont know bout love,
But im losin track of it.

The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to go to sleep.
I know that time your givin me know that kills
You're givin me the chills

Your fear is crowded,
And there is still ,
No place for someone like me to feel

The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to hide the key.
To hear you cast a spell is sweet,
Still have hours left to sleep.

The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to go to sleep.
I know that time your givin me know that kills
You're givin me the chills
You're givin me the chills

. . .


Let's take the easy way out,
Let's move away for good,
Let's pull the curtains down and leave.
It's between me and her now,
Can't seperate at all,
Let's put the cards back in the sleeve.

She's stepping on my shoes
And i couldnt want it more
That way i always know shes close
She's like a big orchestra
Playing my tiny tune
Let's pull the curtains down and leave

. . .


When all is gone, and things go wrong,
We don't need them anymore.
The artifacts and all they lack,
We don't need them anymore.

I don't have the means, and so it seems
For now I can't participate.
But I've waited long,
Now the dollar's strong again,
I still can't participate.

When we don't consume it seems we are immune
To all of the thoughts they sell,
You know as well as I, that's a lie...

'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.

And when I die, the angels will try
To count all my belongings.
To measure my worth, pure gold, solid dirt,
To see if I'm worth keeping.

But the house I rent and the car I drive,
I'm sorry but they ain't mine.
You know as well as I, that's no lie...

'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
And it always ends, and it always ends..

. . .


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