‘Your Swedish is so good. For a foreigner.’ Thank you so much, I am taking this as you recognising that as a South Saami, Sweden’s not really my country, but rather the state that colonised Saebmie, but I was raised in Sweden and while I consider both Swedish and English to be my L1, I do not like to be told that the language I had to use throughout most of my life is one ‘that I have a good command of’.
‘But you don’t look Swedish/Scottish/Saami.’ I am so sorry that I don’t live up to your ideas of what I am supposed to look like. I personally would like to look like a supermodel, but I don’t so I guess you have to deal with me not looking like your stereotypes of my peoples.
‘How many languages do you speak?’ Aaaaaaaaaahrg. Define a) how, b) many, c) languages and d) speak.
But you do definitely look scottish. Like, quintessential scottish.
A shortbread-baking thistle-eating haggis beastie would have a hard time looking more scottish than Johan
(You do not qualify for this competition if you are from yorkshire, and if you use google well then you’re a terrible person and your life is a tower of deceit which stands upon a foundation of interwoven lies.)
So now I am older, Than my mother and father, When they had their daughter, Now what does that say about me? Oh how could I dream of, Such a selfless and true love? Could I wash my hands of Just lookin out for me?
Oh man what I used to be Oh man oh my oh me! In dearth or in excess Both the slave and the empress Will return to the dirt I guess, Naked as when they came. I wonder if I’ll see, Any faces above me, Or just cracks in the ceiling, Nobody else to blame.
Oh man what I used to be, Oh man oh my oh me!
Gold teeth and gold jewelry Every piece of your dowry Throw them into the tomb with me Bury them with my name. Unless I have someday, Ran my wandering mind away
Oh man what I used to be Montezuma to tripoli Oh man oh my oh me
Lol I remember once we were having predrinks at hayley’s and we were listening to some quite explicit music which was upsetting her mum, so we went on youtube, found a lyrics vid and gave a drunken rendition of ave maria which actually placated her catholic rage.