🎙️ Om att alla har ett pris, få har råd – och ingen kan köpa sig fri.
En musikalisk flört med det sena 90-talets moderytmer – och en delirisk studie av nattlivets undervegetation.
Bygger på min och Niklas Berghs svenska original Ingen är ensam – alla får klara sig själva (1994) med den smått obetalbara versen:
Myller utav röster
Ett obebott hotell
Negresser kastar av sig sina kläder
Natten är beslöjad
Fatima är på jakt
Höga klackar genom stora städer
Den engelska texten är något mognare – tack och lov slipper negresserna klä av sig.
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Everybody’s for sale
(If the price is right)
We come in from the gutter
Crawl up to the bar
Mingle with the crowd
That’s always drinking
Mirrors on the ceiling
Reflections in my head;
Many thoughts and yet
So little thinking
Underground cathedral
Point of no return
Look around and
All you see is sorrow
We come here to kill some time
We come here to die
Don’t give a damn
Not a damn about tomorrow
Everybody’s for sale
Tomorrow
Everybody’s for sale
(If the price is right)
Hundred haunted faces
A case of déjà vu
We come so close and
Yet we keep our distance
Everyone is lonely
No one is alone
You look for love
I offer my assistance
Everyone is guilty
Yet there is no crime
Plead for love
And you are doomed to fail
Reflections in the mirrors
Put conclusions in my mind;
Nobody’s cheap
Everybody’s for sale
(If the price is right)
Violet’s the sunset
Velvet is the night
Mirages of long
Forgotten ages
Some people got to heaven
Some people go to Hell
Go-go dancers go
To go-go cages
Just another laughter
Another cry for help
Times are tough and
Only getting tougher
Your passion is to punish, well
Come on and make me cry
And in return, you know
That I’ll make you suffer
(If the price is right)
Go-go dancers go to go-go
People go to Hell
Go-go dancers go to go-go
People go to Hell
Go-go dancers go to go-go
Everybody’s for sale
(If the price is right)
For sale