Two brothers from the south of Sweden came to stay with menOne of them would have gotten my virginitynbut he didn’t know that back then, did he!nHe didn’t know that back then.nnHe went a bit rough on my poetry,nsaid: there’s no chance in hell this will ever grow to be anything.nHe said: I mostly like Dylan myselfnI said: Shocking! WellnThen he said something else, I didn’t understandnBecause he came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a DanennYou should have seen these brothers!nFreckles all over their pale bodies.nAnd when they spoke, they made you feel like summer just broke through though it was fallnThey made it obvious I was too young, not interesting at allnnI always wanted to go to their hometown and knock on their doornAnd say something interesting and revolting that they’d never heard beforento make them change their minds, after all this time:nLook! There was some cool in me, you know!nThey probably still won’t think so.nnAnd I’m in Lund again, and nothing’s fixed that ever was brokennAnd I’m in Lund again, and I still don’t get things rightnAnd I’m in Lund again, and maybe they have grown upnand maybe they are herenbecause there’s a glow of spring in the hall tonight.