This Could Be A Love SonG
This Could Be A Love Song
There’s smoke
hangin’ over the rooftops
on this golden winter’s morning
The clicking of high heels
echoes between the walls
of these apartment blocks
And I know
you are out there somewhere
Don’t waste me
please help me out
‘cos you know i didn’t do it, babe
no, I wasn’t even there
They call it first degree murder
I only know she had it coming to her
and I, I was the tool of God
Once she was a momma’s little doll
now she’s just a bad memory
in someone’s tormented brain
Don’t waste me
please help me out
‘cos you know I wouldn’t do it, babe
I wasn’t even here
I could never forget
the smell of her breath
sweeter than the slamming
of your bedroom door
And I kept waking up to it
weeks after she left
heading for that barroom brawl
Don’t waste me
please help me out
‘cos you know I didn’t do it, babe
no I wasn’t even there
There’s no way I could run
I don’t even know where I’m coming from
But I keep seeing things
through this dark frosty haze
Branches snapping in the wood
The moon is nobody’s friend
I know
you are out there somewhere
This might be a love song
but it’s not a happy one
This could be a love song
but it’s not a happy one at all
Gjengen til petter’n
Når sola treffer takene i juni
er alle ekle vintertanker glemt
da ringer jeg en Bolt og tar på fin-sko
veien er kort til brygga og jeg skal ha en drink
Der sitter heeeele gjengen til Petter’n
og spiller kolokolo lergjøk til rådhusklokka slår to
Jeg ble med ei snuppe opp til Kampen
hun kalte seg Ragnhild og ville vise meg no rart
Hun dyttet meg inn på et rom og slo på lyset
Og jeg skal si jeg skvatt for den gjengen kjenner jeg godt
Det var heeeele gjengen til Petter’n
som spillte kolokolo lergjøk til rådhusklokka slo fem
Det var heeeele gjengen til Petter’n
som spillte kolokolo lergjøk til politiet banket på
Skrevet av meg, utformet av Suno, lansert i Document Radio. Illustrasjon: ChatGPT
Why didn’t I Google Him?
He wore a suit in summer heat
With shiny cars and restless feet
Said he had friends in high, high places
Big white houses, famous faces
He poured champagne with a silver grin
Said, “Come aboard, we’re sailing in”
Oh, I thought I’d win
Why didn’t I google him?
He had a jet with a painted tail
A little black book, a fairy tale
Said, “It’s just business, don’t be shy,
The world is small when you can fly”
Palm tree shadows, ocean breeze
Everything was VIPs
Oh, where do I begin?
Why didn’t I google him?
He said, “Baby, it’s all legit,
Just sign right here and that is it”
He smiled so smooth, so paper-thin
And now my head’s in such a spin
Why didn’t I google him?
The headlines hit like a marching band
Turns out the castle was built on sand
Those “model scouts” and “charity nights”
Were darker things in brighter lights
The jet flew off, the gates locked tight
The truth came crawling out at night
Oh what a mess I’m in
Why didn’t I google him?
Oh daddy said, “Now fame’s a mask,
And charm is just a clever task”
But glitter blinds the sharpest eye
And money makes the questions die
He said, “Trust me, kid, I know the game,
The rich and powerful all the same”
He tipped his hat, he looked like sin
And now my head’s in such a spin
Why didn’t I google him?
Skrevet av meg, utformet av Suno, lansert i Document Radio. Illustrasjon: ChatGPT