Jag är solo i Stockholm
Utan mening, utan mål
Solo i Stockholm
Och jag minns det som igår
Vi hade varann, två själar som brann och stan låg öppen för oss då
Solo i Stockholm
And oh boy, is it a killer climax. Remember how much I adored Martin Stenmarck's half-spit-out delivery of the peak of my favorite song of last year? This song has a moment in it that works in the same way for me. The sweeping strings and guitar drop out for a moment and a military drumbeat kicks in while Brolle continues singing and then, Brolle, no longer able to hold it in, shouts out "Jag är solo i Stockholm" (complete with the return of the regular instrumentation, of course, only amped up even more) in this epic wailing key change-y way that has him turning "Stockholm" in a giant dragged out word that suddenly seems completely crushing as well as completely amazing in the powerful adrenaline rush way that only pathos can give you. Love it. I swoon every time.
Incidentally, the video may be cheap, but the art direction for his covers this year was pretty great. I'm still kind of madly in love with the album cover (and title too, come to that):
In retrospect, "Det är hon" really should have made this countdown, too.
Find it on: Ett Hjärta Som Glöder, Som En Gång Brann