Waiting for Kirsten - Jens Lekman

We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel

Cause we found out the name of her hotel

With the folköl and an evening paper

In which she spelled out my name letter by letter

Well, I grew up outside this city

Where the local Estrella chips factory

Had paid the way to your grave and to your destiny

So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me?

It’s to compromise a portion of his dignity

Another club, another beer, another hour

Squint at the clock up at the church tower

«What she’s doing here you think?»

«I heard she’s filming with von Trier»

«Hey Klara, how’s your night?

Did you know about Kirsten, have you seen her?»

She says, «Yeah, she was here

But she was turned away at the door»

Yeah I know, I know

I can’t believe no one told her before

That in Gothenburg, we don’t have VIP lines

In Gothenburg, we don’t make a fuss about who you are

In Gothenburg, we don’t have VIP lines

Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong

Cause times are changing Kirsten

Göta Älv is slowly reversing

They turned a youth-center into a casino

They drew a swastika in your cappuccino

And the VIP lines are not to the clubs

But to healthcare, apartment and jobs

Hey buddy can I borrow five grand?

Cause my dad’s in chemo

And they wanna take him off his plan

I said in Gothenburg, we don’t have VIP lines

I said in Gothenburg, you’re not worth less and you’re not worth any more

I said in Gothenburg, we don’t have VIP lines

Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong

At the end of the night, me and Joel

Went back and sat outside her hotel

And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up

And since she didn’t show up, Joel said I had to man up

And write a note of affection and leave it in the reception

And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend on the back

of a receipt

But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave