Har ni någon gång varit med om att ni haft en låt på hjärnan hur länge som helst? Man glömmer den aldrig, går hela tiden och nynnar på den. En sådan låt har jag haft på hjärnan nu hur länge som helst, eller ända sedan jag hörde Viktor sjunga den. Den blev liksom speciell då och utan tvekan en av mina favoritlåtar. Låter jag löjlig?

Jag tycker i alla fall att den är helt underbar. Ni borde lyssna på den:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037uSAIahho&feature=related

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart.
That's not the shape, shape of my heart.

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, shape of my heart.