Tidens Melodi (NDC TT)
Outlaw country fused with lo-fi garage rock. Raw twangy acoustic strumming mixed with distorted garage guitars, fuzz bass, and stomping live drums. Harmonica and slide guitar accents for grit. Hoarse Swedish male vocals with a clear South Swedish Skånsk accent, half-sung, half-shouted with rebellious swagger and dry humour. Verses are narrative and gritty, choruses explode into rowdy sing-alongs with gang shouts. Production has lo-fi tape saturation, barroom echo, and a raw “recorded-in-a-barn” feel. Dark, satirical tone with swaggering outlaw energy.
Tidens Melodi (NDC TT)
Outlaw country fused with lo-fi garage rock. Raw twangy acoustic strumming mixed with distorted garage guitars, fuzz bass, and stomping live drums. Harmonica and slide guitar accents for grit. Hoarse Swedish male vocals with a clear South Swedish Skånsk accent, half-sung, half-shouted with rebellious swagger and dry humour. Verses are narrative and gritty, choruses explode into rowdy sing-alongs with gang shouts. Production has lo-fi tape saturation, barroom echo, and a raw “recorded-in-a-barn” feel. Dark, satirical tone with swaggering outlaw energy.
Lyrics
*** Hi and welcome to the next part of "Anchorstrome pretends to be a songwriter". English translation below. ***
Vers 1
På vägen in te Malmö
Med buss hundrasjuttisju
Alla sitter stilla,
me huvena nere nu
Pre-chorus
Blickar tomma å låsta
Allas vett som bortblåsta!
Refräng
Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi
Vi glor i skärmen,
var minut, vart parti
Bara sitta, stå å glo
Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro?
Vers 2
På gatan kör en Volvo
Förarn messar me sin bror
Ungen bak e zombie
Han glor å glor å glor
Pre-chorus
Blickar tomma å låsta
Allas vett som bortblåsta!
Refräng
Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi
Vi glor i skärmen, var minut, vart parti
Bara sitta, stå å glo
Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro?
Vers 3
Klockan har slått åtta
In på kontoret som en råtta
Sätter mig vid datorn
Men inte hittar jag nåra guldkorn
Pre-chorus
Blickar tomma å låsta
Allas vett e bortblåsta!
Refräng
Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi
Vi glor i skärmen, var minut, vart parti
Bara sitta, stå å glo
Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro?
Outro
Åååh skärmar, skärmar
Dä e ni som oss fjärmar
Vi sitter på bussen å svärmar
Framför våra usla
små skärmar
Ja, fy fa-an!
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Verse 1
On the way in to Malmö
By bus one hundred seventy-seven
Everyone sits still,
with their heads down now
Pre-chorus
Gazes empty and locked
Everyone’s sense blown away!
Chorus
Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times
We stare into screens,
every minute, every part
Just sit, stand and stare
Where the hell are we heading, I wonder?
Verse 2
On the street drives a Volvo
The driver’s texting with his brother
The kid in back is a zombie
He stares and stares and stares
Pre-chorus
Gazes empty and locked
Everyone’s sense blown away!
Chorus
Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times
We stare into screens, every minute, every part
Just sit, stand and stare
Where the hell are we heading, I wonder?
Verse 3
The clock has struck eight
Into the office like a rat
I sit down at the computer
But no gold nuggets do I find
Pre-chorus
Gazes empty and locked
Everyone’s sense blown away!
Chorus
Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times
We stare into screens, every minute, every part
Just sit, stand and stare
Where the hell are we heading, I wonder?
Outro
Ohhh screens, screens
It’s you who make us drift apart
We sit on the bus and swarm
In front of our lousy
little screens
Yeah, damn!