How this Swedish band helped me learn the language

Paul O'Mahony
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How this Swedish band helped me learn the language
Singer Thomas Öberg gets close to the crowd at a bob hund concert in Kulturhuset in Stockholm, August 2017. Photo: Paul O'Mahony

Every so often a band comes along that teaches you a foreign language, as The Local's former managing editor Paul O'Mahony can testify.


My first Swedish winter was not going well. Granted, I’d gone from unemployed to working as a hospital cleaner, but the suburban Uppsala roads were dark and icy, and I kept falling off my bicycle. 

I was your typical Sweden amateur, lulled senseless by a fragrant summer that had seemed to go on forever. 

But now I wanted to assassinate December, to quote Teenage Fanclub. The darkness seemed permanent, the summer a hoax. 

What was I even doing here? Sure, I had some Swedish friends and was keen to learn a new language. But I was here by choice – a choice that looked ridiculous in the increasingly cold light of day. I was living in a soulless student dorm but I wasn’t a student. And this was very much a student town. I started weighing up my options.


I met a friend for coffee. We talked music. Somewhat disparagingly she said: “I think you’d like bob hund”. She wasn’t a fan herself but knew I liked cryptic indie rock of the Pavement and Pixies variety. Since I’d just got my first pay packet, I went to a record store and picked up a copy of what was then the band’s latest album, ‘Jag rear ut min själ! Allt skall bort!!!’ 

I’d been lucky to have a group of friends who refused to speak English to me in my first few months in Sweden and was just about able to decrypt the title: ‘I’m selling my soul! Everything must go!!!’ I liked it. And I liked the album art. And I liked that my chanson-favouring friend didn’t think much of them. I parted with my cash and headed for the fluorescent strip lights of home. 

What follows is a blow-by-blow account of a listening experience that completely floored me, and had me scrambling for the dictionary to help make sense of the entire glorious mess. And it definitely contributed to me sticking around a bit longer: if Sweden could produce a band this good, it was time to stop whining and learn to love the bike-fall bruises. 


Expectant young fans wait for bob hund to go on stage. Photo: Paul O'Mahony

Lesson 1: bob hunds 115:e dröm – bob hund’s 115th dream 

This is a useful opener for two reasons: we don’t have to figure out any lyrics yet because it’s an instrumental; it also teaches us how to write out ordinal numbers, with a colon and an ‘e’. Then there’s the music, a peerless space-surf sound that hovers alone above the Earth. 

The song title references a Bob Dylan song (Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream).

Lesson 2: Tralala lilla molntuss, kom hit skall du få en puss – Tra-la-la little cloud tuft, come here and you’ll get a kiss 

This is by far the band’s most popular song if Spotify’s stats are to be believed. It was also my first introduction to Thomas Öberg’s singing. The first thing you notice is that he’s from Skåne. Every song’s a diphthong song. 

And the words suck me in. I’m huddled beside the CD player now – the terrible pasta dinner can wait. 

De kan klaga om de vill, jag har slutat att bry mig om sånt

Jag är glad att jag finns till, det breder ut min horisont. 

I struggle with this one a bit until I figure out that the phrasal verb att finnas till means to exist:

They can complain if they want, I’ve stopped caring about things like that, 

I’m glad I exist, it broadens my horizons. 



Lesson 3: Helgen v. 48 – The weekend of week 48 

I can’t stress enough how much I love this song. It also introduced me to the Swedish habit of using week numbers (see The Local's video), and I now listen to it at the end of every November. 

The song’s jauntiness offsets the bleakness of the season, and it’s got some lovely understatement in the lyrics. (It’s November. The scent of flowers is a long way off.) And then there’s some useful vocab for beginner Swedish learners: tjej (girl) and snut (cop), det dröjer (it takes time). 

Det är sent och det dröjer lite till innan blommorna slår ut

Jag ser en bil

Jag ser en tjej

Jag ser en snut

Snart har helgen vecka 48 tagit slut


It’s late and it will take a while more before the flowers bloom 

I see a car

I see a girl 

I see a cop

The weekend of week 48 is soon over

Thomas Öberg sings into a traffic cone. Photo: Paul O'Mahony

Lesson 4: Det är nu det börjar – Now is when it begins 

Space, Sweden, and the relationship between the two often get a mention in bob hund songs, and the lyrics here also do a fine line in self-deprecation: 

Även Sverige ligger i rymden 

Det är allmänt känt

Jag ska halvera mitt allvar 

Till hundra procent 


Even Sweden is located in space 

That’s widely known

I’m going to halve my seriousness 

To a hundred percent

I’m so deep into the album now that Uppsala has almost ceased to exist. I’m looking down on it from outer space and all that’s left is the cathedral, which looks like it too could take off at any moment.

Lesson 5: God dag & Adjö – Good day & Adieu 

The album takes a darker turn here as Öberg reflects on everyday soullessness, a recurring theme throughout the band’s lengthy lifespan. 

Take special note of the word (queue) – very important! 

Självklart finns det inga spöken

Sa mannen som gick upp i rök 

Vi sjunker sakta ner i fakta, försöken

Min fantasi får stå i kö för ett jobb 


Of course there aren’t any ghosts

Said the man who went up in smoke

We’re sinking slowly into facts, experiments

My imagination has to stand in line for a job 

Lesson 6: Nu är det väl revolution på gång? – Isn’t there a revolution under way yet? 

This is another of their best-known songs and one that always gets played live, a masked Öberg writhing topless like the son of Iggy Pop. 

Jag ligger här och tänker ut

Hur vi skall få vårt land på fötter bäst

Jag vill att allt ska bli som vanligt

Ändå är det det som jag fruktar mest


I’m lying here working out

How best to get our country on its feet

I want everything to stay the same

Yet that’s what I fear the most 

This is the Swedish version of the mic drop: the cone drop. Photo: Paul O'Mahony

Lesson 7: Raketmaskinen – The rocket machine 

Se upp! Vem faller platt om ett rykte är sant? 

Unless you’re at a construction site, se upp! doesn’t usually translate as look up. It’s more Watch out! And, more to the point, Who falls flat if a rumour is true? 

Lesson 8: Jag är inte arg  I’m not angry 

Time to face the strange. This is a song about changes. And it’s got a nice verb construction, att vika undan för någonting (to move aside for/give way to something).

Öra in och öra ut igen

Vintern viker undan för sommaren

Pojkvän in och flickvän ut igen

Den sura vintern förlorar mot sommaren


Ear in and ear out again

Winter gives way to summer

Boyfriend in and girlfriend out again 

The bitter winter loses to the summer

Lesson 9: bob hund: 1999

Time for the album’s second instrumental, and very good it is too. 

Guitarist Conny Nimmersjö. Photo: Paul O'Mahony

Lesson 10: Jag rear ut min själ – I’m selling my soul 

The album’s title track is an angsty slow-burner that goes all Velvet Underground in the middle section before building to a furious crescendo. 

There’s also some excellent verb action going on – att ge sig av/iväg – to head off/away. 

Jag har gett mig iväg

Mot min längtan

Men alla vägar leder längre in

Jag rear ut min själ


I have headed away

Towards my longing 

But all paths lead further in

I’m selling my soul

Lesson 11: bob hund’s 115:e sång – bob hund’s 115th song 

Bob hund are a bunch of real characters who went their own way and created a unique sound. Guitarist Conny Nimmersjö is at the centre of many of their best moments, and that’s very much the case on the album’s closing track. 

The song also contains a repeated couplet that will lodge itself in your brain once you’ve heard it sung: 

Det fladdrar, det flimrar, det börjar att skaka

Det goda är svårt att hålla tillbaka


It flaps, it flickers, it starts to shake

The good is hard to hold back 

It’s an optimistic ending to an album that takes the listener on a joyride to a kaleidoscopic place of swirling emotions and astral tones. You won’t want to leave. 

Thomas Öberg strikes a natural pose. Photo: Paul O'Mahony


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