lyrics: Let's not be weak again No let's try a little harder Dearest, if there's one thing I've learned it is that things can get better, but never good Remember what your sister said: She said we cope because we must she said we cope because we have to So let's not be weak again Let's try a little harder
trackstory: We shouldn't worry so much about coping, it's the only thing we're good at.
The small little bubbly sound in the end is Uffe shouting "Bruna bönor och fläsk" through the guitarmic. He's also the guy that sounds like Tom Waits in the last vocal part. My god, he was extremely proud of that.
lyrics: We can bring each other bring our worlds into another Take your working week Hate it, and bring it See the lies and pick them up, We'll bring them Friends left unnoticed We'll bring them Things left undone they won't matter we'll learn to handle them Now we're in a new place We're in a brand new place See the lies and pick them up We'll bring them
trackstory: "Power" is the title to one of my all time favourite albums. It's got the ability to change how things look in my eyes, without actually changing anything. Put things in a new perspective. Good music does that. Hopefully in a better perspective.
This song was meant to be used in a new band I was talking about starting with my friend Pontus Wallgren. I play the drums, he plays the guitar and we were to be called Dick Heroine.
lyrics: I just started a miles-long sentence that ends in a hellhole somewhere I took a deep breath and words came on random Out of my mouth, it's out of my hands I wish you'd stop me Tell me I'm wrong, you can tell me I'm mean You can tell me my mum is the only one on my team Just don't be afraid If talking's this lonely I'd rather be alone And keep the dream of better company intact When no one's watching I'm not transparent Tell me I'm wrong you can tell me I'm mean Tell me my mum is the only one on my team Just don't be afraid to share this lonely life
trackstory: There's an episode in Six Feet Under where Claire describes her family to her therapist. She says they're so used to being around people in their weakest time that they've all become invisible. They're so scared of saying anything wrong that they've stopped talking at all. That phenomena is a modern plague.
lyrics: Look back at all the nights I made sure we'd be at the same place Just think of all the boys Who have said us two, we're special We're something new Look back at all the times That got lost in the over use of one And I knew something was wrong But I couldn't tell my will apart from his So I said OK, have it your way There's so many boys, but just one me He said us two we know how to make each other happy And I thought to make him right, maybe I should stop my crying now At least turn my head So I turned away
trackstory: For some reason, a while ago, a had this idea that goldfish must be the happiest animal on earth. I don’t really remember why, but it had something to do with their ability to forget everything every third second, and that way escaping permanent emotional damage. (Now I know that their memory goes as long as a few months back, but I guess that theory wasn’t very credible to begin with anyway). I told a friend, and he went berserk.
"I’ll tell you what it’s like to be a goldfish", he said. "First second you’re in the bliss of not knowing anything. Second second you realise that you’re a goldfish, stuck in a bowl and the only reason you’re not bored to death is that you keep forgetting it. The third second the goldfish is paralyzed with panic, and then it starts all over again."
trackstory: Last summer I had vocal classes with the girls at Popkollo – a feminist summer camp where girls get to play in bands with each other. We sang this song and I recorded it on my computer so I could have their version of it on the album. The recordings didn't turn out well, but everytime I hear this song I picture them in my head. There was one girl who looked so shy I was sure she would never agree to even sing a note. She just mimed and longed for the drumclass, or bassclass or whatever. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden she was singing. It was really silent but she had a really clean and secure voice. I have no idea why, but she looked shocked. Maybe she didn't know that she had an excellent voice, or maybe she didn't know that she had the guts to use it. I must have been a huge pain after that because I couldn't stop laughing and cheering, like I was her grandmother or old high school teacher something.
It's weird, but this song is written druing some really heavy times and it's the most upbeat thing I've ever done. I guess, sometimes you come to a point when you just can't afford to be weak.
lyrics: This is the place where my line is drawn but still it adds up to one more mile We have no choice but to break or sustain
Göteborg, det regnar but I know the sun won't make it right you can't make it right and I sure can't make it right
Give me a sign, I'd take anything right now give me a sign
trackstory: In 2006 the world entered The Great Depression. It started because of the first world war (see the song "Rain, heart, scars"), and no Marshall plans in the world could save us.
I wrote this after playing pool with a semi-friend. He ended up coming on to two young fans of his who had travelled from their small town to Gothenburg just to see him. He even did that classic pose when you stand behind the girl pretending you're showing her how to play but really just touching and feeling as much as you possibly can. I said I had work to do, got soaked on the way home and then I just sat for the rest of the evening – soak, disgusted and depressed. Fucking men.
get up, get out,
the debut album by 'we are soldiers we have guns' is released in june on stereo test kit records.
each sunday until the release date, we'll be previewing a new weekly album track.
