The Creedence Syndrome

[Stilgar]

Dag isn't the only one who has written a song about the "Creedence Syndrome" or whatever it should be called (I'm referring to "Creedence Monstrena Anfaller").

A swedish band called Euskefeurat has a song concerning the same topic. The song is called "Spela Creedence".



For the few of you who don't understand swedish, I guess I can translate the lyrics if there are enough people that want me to.

 

[Stilgar]

I thought about automatic translation, thought "why not", found the swedish lyrics online, used google translate and then corrected the worst mistakes.

So here's a fast translation (not the best grammar, etc, since it's mostly automatically translated, but what the hell, you should understand most of it):

From the time I was 15 I used to nag
About getting a guitar from my mom
And so I got a nice one
A used Levin
And I start to practice at once

My beginning was difficult
When I switched chords
It was slower than slow motion
And my sister was stupid
She came into my room and said:
Play something good, play Creedence

But I said no, no it is not my thing
That's something I don't even want to touch with a ten foot pole
If there is anything I have
On my repertiore
Then it's defenitly no songs by Creedence

I worked like an animal
With minor and major
And the feeling, it was amazing
When I all of a sudden, at a party in '72
Grabbed the guitarr and play Tom Dooley and it got silent
And damn how they listened
It felt just like the time
Stood still for one second
Until someone opened their mouth and screamed:
Play something good, play Creedence

But I said no, no it is not my thing
That's something I don't even want to touch with a ten foot pole
If there is anything I have
On my repertiore
Then it's no damn songs by Creedence

Finally and at last
I did my stage debut
A Friday in the village's Pizza place
There were lots of drunks and on the stage, I stood
As a pale copy of Bob Dylan
It was somehow as correct
As a stripper in Tiananmen
Square and the crowd screamed: turn off the music
And play something good, play Creedence

But I said no, no it's not my f***ing thing
That's something I don't even want to touch with a ten foot pole
If there is anything I have
On my repertiore
Then it's no damn songs by Creedence

And since then in our country
I have traveled around with bands
In these sad times
When everything is cut down
and suspended and closed
While the Swede he is silent and suffering
Quietly as a mouse, but when he gets a buzz
He feels ready for the battles
Alarm and feels it's time to speak up:
Play something good, play Creedence

But I said no, no it's not my f***ing thing
That's something I don't even want to touch with a ten foot pole
If there is anything I have
On my repertiore
Then it's no damn songs by Creedence

The night was late
And home from tour
Gets the hungover worn rebel
And in our alcove
My wife slept
And I crept slowly down under the blankets
And without applause, he then got to stand there
I barely dared to crawl next to her
But I wanted some consolation, but then a voice whispered:
Play something good, play Creedence

And I said...
<starts playing "Proud Mary" by Creedence Clearwater Revival>