Welcome to Skelltown! You are now invited
to my favourite smalltown, I will not deny it.
I’ve been having some kind of divorce with it,
but nowadays I cannot wait to come again.
Good percent of women and, smooth blocks for living in,
few spots to mingle in. Who got a minute then?
Just spilt coffe on my mixer. Must be something kind of
fishy with it, but what’s the difference?
I’m too busy writing rubbish, I got love it.
Pull up that loveliness in a wack republic.
Talking a lot of shit of what I like and what I do not.
Soon I gotta move up. Soon covered in goosebumps.
You know the deal: Solemate and snowflakes,
out in the winter approaching some up north thing.
Summertime, summers on mind, foreststyle. These
green trees around me, wouldn’t it be so lovely?

A minute and a moment we make.
We nod until the temp goes up.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes up.

A minute and a moment we make.
We’re noddin to the Skelltown sound.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes down.

+ you’re welcome to my village,
though the odds ending up here is like one in a million.
And it appears to me: I like it up here.
I be on the top gear, cruising like goddamn!
You wanna roll with us? It’s only love.
And if you wanna do it on your own it’s only wrong.
But hold up! Let’s not be that small-
minded, I got much love for those who rock on in Stockholm
and Gothenburg. All across the world.
Though I’m not moving an inch, you got my word.
I stay where I belong, for now on, so
play that song again and it feels like home!

Ride on...

A minute and a moment we make.
We nod until the temp goes up.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes up.

A minute and a moment we make.
We’re noddin to the Skelltown sound.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes down.

Guess I’m too hooked on the rhythm.
You all will have to forgive me but I couldn’t finish.
Just give me a minute and a moment we me make.
Moment we can gain. Moment we can take take.
Later I promise you some freestyles on this bi-ach,
but then you got to peek by on East Side.
Up north of course, so now you got directions.
I suggest you check on what is up in Skelltown!
I wouldn't lie if I said: nothing is new,
but I’m not the one who panic if I got nothing to do.
I must not run around, me is here to chill in
chilly cold Sweden, and build my own freedom then.
Under the stars, under the moon, this wonderful mood
thats common and smooth is coming to you. Like:
I might like another life, in another town but
I’m just fooling around, I’m doing it now!

A minute and a moment we make.
We nod until the temp goes up.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes up.

A minute and a moment we make.
We’re noddin to the Skelltown sound.
A little bit of Sole-to-the-mate.
But not until the temp goes down.




Text: Emanuel Sjöström | www.solematemusic.com |