Текст песни Debris - Torgny

We're a couple with ambition
We're a couple who fight to make it work
We're a couple who put in the hours, we go to therapy
It's a matter of responsibility... we want a future
We want well paid jobs, We want sex beyond retirement, respectful kids
We're a couple who sees beyond the temptations
Of transgressive behavior
Monogamous people are the real dreamers
The cheating rest are such boring realists
Let me be a dreamer, let me be a dreamer...

Jeg dro i terapi
Og dro mutter'n ned fra pidestalen og fatter'n opp fra grøfta
Jeg dro i terapi og ble virkelig redd av meg selv
Psykologen sa jeg kunne ringe ham midt på natten
Hvis jeg trengte det
Slam or bail, switch backside tail, frontside rock'n'roll, grind...
On the spirit of the times
Fy faen denne låta er bare noe dritt! Pikk, fitte, faen!

Jeg fant dette på telefonen etter London-turen:
Jeg kom nettopp tilbake fra Harrods
Hvor Vetements hadde laget et berg
Av secondhand klær i vinduet,
Og et par etasjer opp så jeg en kvinne i niqab
Kjøpe slutty undertøy
Pule, knulle, sprute
Jeg trenger nye ting... new stuff... puff-puff-pass
I need fresh merch fast, I need dreams that last
I could use a new past, yeah, give me a new past
Just give me a new past!

Coins in a roundabout
Turds in a roundabout
Hunger strike in a roundabout
Strip tease in a roundabout
Fucked her in a roundabout
I love veggie sprouts
I'm gonna pour me some stout
Before my tongue goes south

Sometimes I gotta buy new things
Sometimes I gotta have that feeling

Dear listener:
What is the orgasm rate for middle class office workers
Versus some other working group in society?
What are the links between New Public Management
And open relationships?
Between hormones, phones, fashion trends?
Kafkaesque algorithms shaping your porn preferences
Big data social skills
Like farms, cock block
I buy followers and groceries, there's bounce in her ovaries
At a party she said
"It's a matter of disliking the likeability of the like"
And I told her I'd met the guy who invented the like button
—He had a mohawk—
We met at at a conference on a tiny island in the Oslo fjord
And why was I there?
'Cause I interviewed Necrobutcher
From the black metal band Mayhem
In front of start up people
Throwing up on whatever they sell
Throwing up on the sushi from hell
Throwing up on my newest Gazelles
Throwing up on a kid's carousel
Throwing up on a hot headed male
Throwing up in a taxi to jail
Throwing up in a shitty hotel
Throwing up in my sleep, shit
I got shine—a Mac not a Dell
I got feelings, they feel like a spell
I got issues, they're like a cartel
I got questions 'cause we used to gel
On to you with intent to raise hell
On to you with intent to do well
On to you to sink deep in your well
On to you to fuck till we yell — Yell!

Sometimes I gotta buy new things
Sometimes I gotta have that feeling
I remember the way we used to shine
Things fall apart
Now we're running out of time

Dad machines-mom machines-dad machines-
Mom machines-dad machines
Former skaters- hardcore kids-graffiti artists
On their new shiny electric bike
So expensive just call the bank
Call the bank!
In front there's a box for the kids to sit in
For barna...
Helmets gliding through the streets, trygg
On their way to kindergarten, school, work...
Acne T-shirts in the air
Hyttekos-god smak-røde dager...
Welfare, dismay
Oil and arms led astray
Shy and pale, moral toupee
The kids are OK.
The kids will grow up with their dads present
With dads taking them to rock concerts and rap shows
Daughters and dads binge watching Mad Men together
This is Scandinavia
Where music festivals are greener than jealousy
Where festivals have safe space ambitions beyond space
Where festival goers are white
I saw a relationship crumble to pieces right in front of me
To the sound of Solange.
Hazy shade of winter, Swedish mid summer
I've eaten more Swedish girls than Danish

Busted by HPV
Saved by HIV
Infidelities I can't unsee
2+1 is more than 3
Feelings are just debris
Just fucking chill and disagree Let's grab a cup of tea
And fuck this gibberish! Coffee and starfish

Sometimes I gotta buy new things
Sometimes I gotta have that feeling
I remember the way we used to shine
Things fall apart
Now we're running out of time

So I've been struggling with this concept of like:
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
And I kind of have an idea so I'm gonna share it
Ok... so I have like this problem
Where I just assume that everybody fucking hates me
Like, somebody could tell me, like
"I literally love you" and I would think "they fucking hate me"
Like, "they hate me", you know...
This of course... obviously...
Stems from my, like, childhood whatever
Being bullied and shit
And just not being sufficient enough for anybody really in my life
Or at least me feeling that way, and yeah...
And so when I'm going through like time periods of high stress
I go through manic phases
Where I overcompensate and end up being like actually annoying
And it's... it's a problem and I don't know to stop
So from me to you:
I'm sorry if I'm a fucking annoying bitch sometimes because...
I dunno... like I annoy the fuck out of myself
And I just can't imagine
What it would be like from the outside looking in
Like, I know I'm annoying
I'm sorry
And good God this is not me throwing myself a pity party
Like, I am really just trying to explain...
I just want to explain myself