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We Can't Keep Him

by Loshult Lineman

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You picked a funny pet without knowing that we would get a house full of dirty fur and chew marks on the furniture. A dribbling yapping hairball with a breath like rotten fish. We know that you picked that dog but we can't keep him. No we can't keep him. He barks at the neighbours here. Birds and squirrels have disappeared. The mailman won't come around. No bitch likes our nasty hound. And all this indoor shitting has put the value down. We know that you picked that dog but we can't keep him. No we can't keep him. We better put this to an end. That beast ain't mans best friend. Do you think we will regret if we don't take him to the vet. Grandma and our dear friends won't visit us no more. We know that you picked that dog but we can't keep him. No we can't keep him.
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Two Brothers 03:20
Grandpas funeral was really fine. Family gathered for a last goodbye. There in the back row sat two old men with single roses in their hands. When they stepped forward to the coffin my mother said that grandpa knew them well. Two brother with a small barber shop in the village where grandpa lived. Grandpa was a talking machine. He went on and on til our ears got sore. We got all details from his daily life, even if we wanted or not. And as he cut his hair quite often we all heard the story a hundred times or more, about two brothers with a small barber shop in the village where grandpa lived. Grandpa, it's so silent here now. You didn't tell us all about those two. Like that one of them was short and grey. The other one tall and bald. They looked more like a sweet old couple that kept their secret all along as two brothers with a small barber shop in the village where grandpa lived.
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I've been sitting all day long trying to write her a special song that express my feelings for her. Digging deeper in my soul, looking for the story's gold, and it makes me aware of the fact how hard it is to find the words. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Don't bring me that singer songwriter shit. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Wash up the dirty dish instead. Well, it comes to my creative mind that I might belong to that silly kind that never have done a real honest work. 'Cause I can't cook. I can't drive. I can't bring broken cars alive, and I can't seem to make some people realize just how hard it is to find the words. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Don't bring me that singer songwriter shit. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Do the laundry instead. She's a poet. An artist with a flow. I can tell you that because I truly know how hard it is to find the words. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Don't bring me that singer songwriter shit. Don't write me a fucking lovesong, she said. Take out the trash can instead, or maybe feed our hungry kid instead, or just put down the guitar and go to bed.
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Border Town 03:44
Johnny left his small town home when the factory closed down. He drove towards the sun til he saw the sea. Now he's making coffe here for you and me. Border town, a water hole for ramblers all around. Come hillbillies and hipsters, bring the sound. Wherever you may come from, refugee welcome to border town. Katie went on a rainbow trail when they found out she was queer. And the treasure was this colorful square. Fruits and greens everyday, growing there. Border town, a water hole for ramblers all around. Come hillbillies and hipsters, bring the sound. Wherever you may come from, refugee welcome to border town. Ali ran from the raging war. No family, no home. The twisted tower showed all sides from one place. A promising vision on that bridge of grace. Border town, a water hole for ramblers all around. Come hillbillies and hipsters, bring the sound. Wherever you may come from, refugee welcome to border town.

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Loshult Lineman sings personal and down-to-earth country / folk songs about depopulation, motorcycles, working class identity, outdated male roles and female heroes. It's humor, sincerity and love played with dirty hands. The local position is obvious. With a steady foothold in the border country, the songs are like small talks at the kitchen table while the coffee gets cold.
Behind the name is the musician and comic artist Mats Källblad.

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released February 15, 2019

Gunnar Olsson play the banjo on Don't Write Me a Fucking Lovesong.

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Loshult Lineman Malmö, Sweden

Loshult Lineman sings personal and down-to-earth country / folk songs about depopulation, motorcycles, working class identity, outdated male roles and female heroes. It's humor, sincerity and love played with dirty hands. The local position is obvious. With a steady foothold in the border country, the songs are like small talks at the kitchen table while the coffee gets cold. ... more

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