When Jens Lekman sings a song, it often seems to me like we're friends chatting on the couch, its twists and turns like the stream of a consciousness.
At Babak's school there is a 3D printer,
and he prints out a model of the tumor,
that was surgically removed from his back this winter,
in it's rugged grey plastic it looks lunar.
He puts the tumor in his breastpocket,
as we head out for a beer.