I wish that I could bring a camera into my dreams So I could take pictures of what I see It’d be nice to have a souvenir To remember I wish that I could build a studio in my brain So I could record as fast as I think So I could record everything To remember Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the world in a jar (To remember) Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to) (Shouldn’t try to) I wish that I could bring a film crew into my dreams So they could document the insanity Or is it banality Who can remember? I wish that I could bring builders into my brain So they could build me a big museum Did I just say mausoleum? To remember Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the world in a jar (To remember) Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to) (Shouldn’t try to) Wanna write you a letter, wanna write on your wall But I don’t have anything to say at all So I dream up a reason I could give you a call But when I wake up I haven’t done a thing at all So I hope you haven’t forgotten me And I hope you haven’t forgotten our dreams And I hope that we can forget our fears And I hope I left you with a good souvenir Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the world in a jar (To remember) Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to) Put the world (Shouldn’t try to) In a jar (Shouldn’t try to)

Ridin’ in my boat it’s a dreamcatcher The HMS ‘Margaret Thatcher’ Sailin’ in search of a happily-ever-after Sails are high on the ‘Maggie T’ Glidin’ as graceful as a manatee Searchin’ for a dream called You and Me Sailin’ in search of a dream for you and me When the Cosmic Owl hoots Who do you think you are? When the Cosmic Bell tolls Can you accept the charge? Can you steer this barge? It’s a heavy load As the bargain goes Flyin’ in the spaceship ‘Cleopatra’ A 26th-century star collapser Flyin’ in search of the Universal Dream Catcher They say it’s bigger than a galaxy Was made by the dreams of every sentient being Guess that means it was made by you and me Hope that means it was made for you and me When the Cosmic Owl hoots Who do you think you are? When the Cosmic Bell tolls Can you accept the charge? Find the Universe’s heart? A star explodes As the bargain goes How can you set sail when you know you could fail? How can you fail if you won’t put yourself on sale? It’s a heavy load But it’s how the bargain goes

On my first birthday God played a joke and made me a doppelganger out of snow I always thought I’d be the most famous me, but in 2006 you exploded on Swedish TV There can only be one, there can only be one Jens Lekman personally told me that I should go to Sweden and separate your head from your body 'Cause then I’ll get your powers, and I’ll get your fan base and I’ll be the King of the Swedish Dance Club Scene There can only be one, there can only be one Why can’t it be me? Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA? USA? I don’t actually need to be defeating ya’, I just wanna disambiguation link on Wikipedia But I’m hot on the porridge to restore my rightful place at the top of our Google results page There can only be one, there can only be one Pretty much everything I know about Sweden I learned from IKEA and the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo So I assume your sex basement’s really poorly built and that you’ve probably got a few screws loose There can only be one, there can only be one Why can’t it be me? Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA! USA! Jag är den riktiga Danny Och det kan bara finnas en Jag är den sanna Danny Och det kan bara finnas en Why can’t it be me? Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA! USA!

We spent a lot of time sitting up on Indian Rock Talkin’ like babies ‘cause our babies were so lost Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Let’s talk! On Indian Rock! Oh the grass stalks as high as an elephant’s eye Can’t stop, Indian Rock We spent a lot of time nursing our cooling embers We raised a lot of toasts to our many absent members Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Let’s talk! On Indian Rock! Oh the grass stalks as high as an elephant’s eye Can’t stop, Indian Rock We were 3 Fivels, singing to the moon Our hearts’ survival was our mantra, “It’ll be here soon, Our love will be here soon.” But what about you? Cause clearly we stopped Stopped talking, and stopped going to the rock But I haven’t forgot Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo Let’s talk! On Indian Rock!

I. Agnostalgia They say you can never go home again But you’re youngbravestupidsmart enough to ask whether Maybe you can, after all, go to your home-away-from-home again From the onset, manicpanic sets in You’re yelling, laughing, sweating, running, Lifting up unfamiliar children to the sun You feel guilty, looking as you do unragged, unworn Clean, fresh and well-slept You bruise your face contorting it in a way you suddenly recognize seeing your whole life On the faces of those who Returned The face conveys a wide gamut of emotion Relief wrapped in regret, covered with joy, tempered with unfamiliarity You don’t know if you miss it or not Agnostalgia creeps in From your vantage point overlooking the valley You start to notice a paradox You can see the perimeter, can see with captioned labels the names of each component You know its underlying mechanics are simple and few and well-documented The roads are 1:72 scale The people are much tinier than when you lived there You now know it’s nothing but a scale model Of Middle School Of Government Of Society at large Your vantage point insists that this place is so small And yet, here you are swimming in it Seeing it stretch out to the horizon with no end in sight Inside it, a multiverse of swirling storylines Infinitely interchangeable socio-pycho-sexual relationships In every conceivable combination You are nearly drowning in it and you go with the flow because it’s just so easy And you are separate from it forever and also a part of it always You watch children at play And your perspective spirals outward beyond your control And like a painting of a painting of a painter painting a landscape You realize that one of them Doesn’t just remind you of you He is you And you remember that you started out as someone taller than you And you suppose he must have started out as someone taller than him And that it must stretch further back with each previous generation remaining forever taller In the minds of its descendents Which would necessarily dictate an uppermost echelon of progenitors of your youness Who would have to be as big as galaxies And yet, they are trapped inside this bubble in the same way a part of you will always be trapped there And you look at the outside And you know like the back of your heart what’s inside and you think: How can this tiny bubble hold? II. Dislocation When you return from any trip, but most notably a longer stay, And you come back Home You get that feeling that everything was moved Just a little bit And things are the wrong color or the wrong relative size The air smells funny All the while, of course, everything feels exactly the same You have obviously always known this fact from the first time you strangely found Your toys exactly how you left them in media res But somehow ever so slightly askew Like they had all gotten up and moved around while you were gone And were just really good at remembering where you left them The thing is, the new thing is, the strange things is You always pegged the Ennui of the Return As a natural by-product of leaving a superior location to return to your creature comforts Sure you were happy to have YOUR stuff back (you love your stuff) It’s just that things were bettersimplerfasterslower way back Before In Grassisgreenerville What’s new what’s strange is to discover This feeling of Dislocation accompanies any return No matter how much you need to get home It won’t be the home in your head And getting back won’t make it that place Because you can’t go Home again III. Appreciation Buzz Take that buzz The Appreciation Buzz that comes to you unbidden While you open your heart’s ears or point it’s one piercing eye At something you just can’t help but love unabashedly The Appreciation Buzz does not ignore flaws It celebrates them or simply lets them be Telling you with raised arm hair or bodily tingling That this thing before you is Good You take that buzz and you turn it on yourself And you think about the surprisingly unscientific storage capacity of small bubbles And you think about you And how maybe you hold galaxies too And how maybe we made God and the Stars made us And how you are special just like everyone else Because everyone else is made from the same stuff you are You start to wonder if maybe since we all, everything in creation, Come from the same thing, we could all in the end happily return to it But you can’t go home again