Dragspelspopen

Jens Lekman fortsätter att vara Sveriges kanske bästa textförfattare. Friday Night At The Drive In Bingo är perfekt blandbandsmusik. Eller CD-R-musik kanske det heter, eller till och med i-Pod-musik. Jag börjar bli gammal.

Jag gillar även hans beskrivning av låten:

I have a new single on its way. It's called 'Friday Night at the Drive-in Bingo' and it sounds a lot like its title. Like the blood red sun in the horizon. Like the best slash worst slash best again night of your life. Like a pair of jeans you love but would never wear in public. Like a coverband playing Walk of Life in someones backyard. Like the point where sheer boredom pushes you into the great unknown. Like the country when the country wasn't cool. Like the peanuts in your coke. It's one of my finest popsongs ever in my opinion, but quite different from the other songs on my forthcoming record. Love it or hate it, regardless you're still welcome to drop by for a glass of applecider.

På tal om blandbandshits så är det nog dragspelspopen som är hetast i sommar. Blanda Jonas Game, Jens Lekman och lite Perssons Pack så är du hemma.

Nåväl, här är texten:

- Friday night at the drive-in bingo -

in a tiny, tiny, southern swedish country town
two achres of field and a gas-station
riding on my moped looking for fun
staring in to the blood-red sun

oh 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 in to the drive-in bingo

why do the people in the country
want to look like the people in the city
when the people in the city
aren't just quite as pretty
I want the people in the country
to wear flanell-shirts and saggy jeans
all covered in dirt

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

all these thoughts
as I opened 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
tonights 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 your savings and a bottle of wine
to friday nights reversal of time

this little southwest village
shouldn't cost that much
maybe a handful of silver or a 100 bucks
we could have wild, wild partys in that big old lodge
and windmill's perfect for movies and such

we could fake our deaths to get insurance money
take on hippie names, I'll be Snowface you'll 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 ostridge - 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