Info:
Album: Love Thy Neighbor
Released: 20/09/2016
Recorded at Airplay Studio, Stockholm
Engineer: Niklas Sjöberg
Producer: Bo Christo
Mastering: Reuben Cohen, Lurssen Mastering, Hollywood
Written by: Bo Christo Schager
Personnel:
Jochum Forsell: electric guitar, vox
Bo: bass, acoustic guitar, vox
Niklas Janzon: drums
Johan Werner: electric guitar
Danielle Dahlström: vox
RH: programming
I’m perfect
You’ll never get a second shot at me
But I must admit, that I acted a bit, when I smiled at my aunt, and her tedious spouse, (but it’s a very big house)
And I know I’m wrong, when I’m passing along, the blame to the one, who’s absent and gone. I mean stop to pretend, that I’m innocent, and start act like a gent.
Period and end.
Otherwise I’m perfect
Curious and modest – Perfect
Whimsical and focused – Perfect
Logical and balanced – Perfect
I’ll never judge a driver by the car
And maybe once in a while, I happened to lie, about ideas and kind, that I merchandise, implying they’re mine.
And it might just look nice, to peel off a vice, like borrowing other men’s wives.
But just give me a drink, a smile and a wink, I’ll be yours in a blink. Just stop playing with hearts, it would do for a start.
Otherwise I’m perfect
Generous to strangers – Perfect
Responsible and playful – Perfect
Solution oriented, – Perfect
I’ll never be entangled in the past
And I should realize, that indifference like, closing my eyes, at uncomfortable sights, at the news every night, mean it all carries on, and somebody dies, the following night.
And why is it so hard, to pick up the phone, give my mother a call, my father a call, tell them how much I care, while they are still here
Otherwise I’m perfect
Confident but humble – Perfect
Funny but not shallow – Perfect
Always moving forward – Perfect
You’ll never get a second shot at me
I should learn to cool down, don’t run all the time, find out how to find, some peace of mind, and not to be scared, by a moment to spare.
And verbally too, I need to stay cool, I need to restrain, my language and aim, to connect to the brain, before I start maim.
And stop believing that I’m…
Perfect
Why is it so hard to live like a saint
Why is it so dark in this womb to tomb maze
And a pile-up in front of that narrow gate
Why oh why… God I can’t follow the rules