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Out in the Backyard
03:40
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When I’m off to roll my eyes you ask me again
Will you sing a story I can hum in every room?
Out in the backyard you’re building me a house
Four in the morning I tuck you in my blouse
I wrap my hands around every waist of home
Been living like a stone whipped around the coast
Honey you got me down on my knees
I’m begging you please, let’s just move right away
We’ll tickle and shake our old piece of mind
That shaped all our time in this cultural empire
Grow yourself some answers in that big pile of dirt
Telling a friend it’s easy will not heal that Monday blues
Out on the Island the cashier knows your name
Back in the old shed you’ll find yourself again
I wrap my hands around every waist of home
Been living like a stone whipped around the coast
Melt my mouth in sweet salty promise
Honey you got me down on my knees
I’m begging you please, let’s just move right away
We’ll tickle and shake our old piece of mind
That shaped all our time in this cultural empire
I wrap my hands around every waist of home
Been living like a stone whipped around the coast
Melt my mouth in sweet salty promise
Honey we got our own set of trees
A brisk ocean breeze, spill that coffee on me
We broke the wheel of strange old design
That shaped all our time in this cultural empire
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2. |
Scandinavian Dynamite
03:31
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Spending her time with the dogs out there
Making you think you would always fail
How do you rest without a key?
Hanging her medals on every wall
Christmas still haunts us across the floor
Singing those carols in early June
Gather all the village girls
Make a fire for the lonely
How will you define yourself
while looking at your mother lost and blue?
Hey let’s just blow up this life
Scandinavian dynamite
Even though your line is strong
Big girls move on
Let’s break our arms on that bike
Write a Dear John to Mike
Dump your heavy overload
Steal that car and hit the road
Spilled you a secret that hit the ground
Hopefully no one can hear that sound
Oh what a thrill to talk to you
Crying alone under grandma’s arm
Stabbed in the back by that curios charm
I was your paper now where's my glue?
Gather all the village girls
Make a fire for the lonely
How will you describe yourself
when every guy you held seemed lost and totally blue?
Hey let’s just blow up this life
Scandinavian dynamite
Even though your line is strong
Big girls move on
Let’s break our arms on that bike
Write a Dear John to Mike
Dump your heavy overload
Steal that car and hit the road
Stacking our dash with dreams
Got tickets for a full ride
Ahh
Hey let’s just lay on the grass
Leave our books in the trash
Legends in our own hometown
Still came back to settle down
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3. |
Michael
03:43
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Blue Joni lines
makes the river flow like gold
We played our life away chasing fried sun sleeping in the sand, so tight
Then you wrote a fun song
Hey Michael’s left his boat out
The slow tide is in sight
I caught you in a bad joke a thousand times
You gave life to my hive
Oh, how we trashed that old home
Spat a promise in our hands by the stove
Give me a break
Michael’s calling me back
He’s writing our names on the hillside
Praise the bruises the bribes
All the years that passed
There’s jewels in the rocks for you
I feel it a lot when the air fills my lungs wide
Helps me breathe like a new child
The car crash, our sore backs carried a million miles
I feel fine, so right
But will they dance to our song?
Give me a break
Michael’s calling me back
He’s writing our names on the hillside
Praise the bruises the bribes
All the years that passed
There’s jewels in the rocks for you
Give me a break
Michael never came back
Still writing his name on the hillside
Praise the bruises the bribes
All the years that passed
There's jewels in the rocks for you
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4. |
I.O.U.
04:24
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What will you think of me
when time breathes us in the neck?
Leave the stains they will remain as meaningful signs
Reminding me of mine
Can I get just one more move?
Hand me the pieces
Tonight I won’t play by old rules
Did I hold you back from all that true bliss
by causing a riot?
Did I leave a crack in all of those lips
deep down the line?
Felt like an avalanche
Like fire kissing smoke
A fragile yes
My naked dress
That second born child
sleeps on our porch side
Now I wake from dreams and scenes
Hand me the pieces
Loosen the leashes
Tonight I will play by your rules
Did I hold you back from all that true bliss
by causing a riot?
They’re calling me radical and all that same shit
Haunts me at times
Prodigal reasons forced me back in season
How do you feel the sun?
I see her horizon
I know you will find it
One day it will define you
Did I hold you back from all that true bliss
by choosing the radical?
Did I leave those stretch marks wrapped round your soul
deep down the line?
Did I hold you back?
So stupid and wild
The milky way
The hovering rain
A deep sunrise
Aurora will dance
And did I say?
I.O.U.
The milky way
The hovering rain
A deep sunrise
Aurora will dance
And did I hear?
I.O.U.
The milky way
The hovering rain
A deep sunrise
Aurora will dance
And did I say?
I.O.U.
The milky way
The hovering rain
A deep sunrise
Aurora will dance
And did I hear?
I.O.U.
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Maybe the years have been broken?
Look back without much emotion
What if I am just like you?
colorful lively and foolish
Maybe I like fermentation?
Fill up the jars in the basement
All that you see is true
but is it bringing me back to the roots?
Go carry out mother’s old loom
Make blankets alone in your room
Call back the girl from the store
she’ll shake you to the core
Let the rivers control
Michael’s grave turns to mold
Lately I’m here with you
like a fool with his gun
Maybe we shouldn’t deceive?
Just run naked out and be free
Can’t say I have much to lose
We grow small roots
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Tell me I am more than a couple of pounds
Tell me I am more than these walls
Tell me I am more than a silent number
He says it’s ok we don’t need to go
I can stay
You can stay
We don’t need to go to the party outside
Let’s just hide underneath the trees
and fire up a smoke in the breeze
I told you we try too hard to flee from the same old days
Let me put it this way
I’m glad you are like a few years younger than me
You don’t define yourself alone
Those tickets go out to the friends
Lucky to find a man who embraces
and faces himself in the end
Wrote a few lines
Had a good talk
What a great year
Though a long way from home
Had a cold swim in the warm wind
Such a full life
Wearing tight skin and bones
When I’m free
When I’m free
I will travel the world in your car
We will find the sights to be still
Face our trials left in the bin
I will make you see what should have been
And what you could have been with a push from the side now
Getting old in the woods
Living sharp with a house still looking burned down
At the point when you run out off projects to solve
I will lean with a smile by the door
Nights will be yawning tales of wild days turning 48 and 52
It’s like the sky is still
is it blue?
is it red?
will it rain?
will it drain?
Let it pour like the old days
Let it pour like the old days
We will last forever
It will last forever
We will last forever
It will last forever
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Bring out your favorite knife
The thickest birch is born in Lapland
Call out my oldest name
Can’t say I feel the same attachment
We know the rules and break them well
They told us both the same old tale for thirty years
Been reading Michael’s book on bears
He ran away
Revival’s in the air
You got me looking past the dark vast horizon
It took me long
To find a place to stay with small compromises
I won’t be ready to go
How far you gonna run then?
A thousand miles across the mainland?
You know you can’t put a price on that
Romance on open fire
You fixed my broken tire with one hand only
We know the rules and break them well
Been changing locks on my own cell since seventeen
And now I’m looking back through Marys eyes
Skating with a secret on the ice
You got me looking past the dark vast horizon
It took me long
To find a place to stay that’s somehow appealing
Do you feel it?
alle orda
alle telefonene
alle samtaler rundt respatexbordet vi hadde
alle plastikkfiolene; fiolintimene
alle sangene
i gangene på ungdomsskolene
alle høstsesongene
alle oksetungebrødskivene og melkekartongene
alle veikroene, fjordene, fjell, kiosker, alle kanoer som kantrer; kanonballkamper
gamle barnehagetanter
alle broene,
beroligende,
blokkene, eneboligene
blåfargen på himmelen
alle barnekor-salmene
alle bønner i tomatsaus
barneteaterapplaus
fortauskanter, garasjetak,
Klausen-boller og engangskopper med Villa
alle mobilfilma videoer
lilla solbrilleflimmer
alle villaer og syriner, B12-vitaminer
pensjonister med blondegardiner
som ser ut på gata sånn ved middagstider
når det er vanskelig å si hvor himmelen slutter og det under'n egentlig begynner alle trafikklysa,
alle skyer!
alle planleggingsdager,
heisekraner, kompostmasse,
blomsterkasse-Plantasjen-bed med tulipaner!
alle framtidsplaner
begravelseskranser
filofaxavtaler
alle kilowatt-
sirener i ambulanser,
skumringsmyggene som svirrer;
gågateskyggene som danser;
trebarnsmammaer i Adidas-klær og Crocs,
tannpastasmak i kjeften,
bringebærdropslukt!
Alle furutrær, fjellvidder,
ingefærkveldshimmeler;
slitne hus som trenger maling
hvor det alltid henger julepynt;
hytteturvennegjenger, moselyng, luftgeværkulesplint- regn og vinterdekk-
vidder med hvite flekker
som smelter inn i et glimmer
fra fjelltinder og sildrer ned i bekker;
alle siggtrekk i halvannen liters flasker med cola; metallyd av tørrfôr i skåla;
glasskåra i ugresset;
alle containerbåter på havna;
alle skjella i vannkanten som skyller opp på stranda;
folk i cowboyhatt på fylla på en mandag;
dama som tar på seg håndballsokka sine
i det påskeappelsin-farget gardinlyset på ei dyne, alle gråpapir-skoleatlas; Kongo for Zaïre
blåklokkespire;
fatter’n som rocker mokkasinene
alle orda mine
alle historiene
alle blokkene i Odins vei
alle folka
betyr noe i meg...
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8. |
Fieldfare
03:33
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Why are you so blue my dear?
Come crash that weight into my care
Watch the fieldfare fly overseas
Dancing in the breeze
My helpless leaves
covers fall in an orange disease
Milky skies
Those birds of passage singing goodbye
Drew a sketch of you at thirteen
That frame is hanging thin on the wall
Brought us back to spots we knew
and tuned the strings for you
My own two feet
planted deep in society’s field
One of these days I’ll cut the grass and make’m eat the grease
Birds of passage singing to me
When I’m cross I’ll think of you
I should have locked us in the coop
Rhythm catches your thighs into new rhymes
Find a strong dad
Tony’s comin in
Now we must cross that freeway
Who knew that car would change a lifeline before our eyes
Where is Mikey?
The calls are coming in
His wings did break before the final end
Wrapped in a million towels
Falling ever so slightly, slightly, slightly
Falling ever so slightly, slightly, slightly
Those birds won’t come back again
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9. |
Pillow Mountain
03:45
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The absence of the sun
Her skates with ribbons on
You’re running like a thief
while looking back at me, old friend
Intended as a gift
They taught you to resist
my cold inhale of fresh delight
that fires up the moon each night
And so I’m back again
like nervous kids on the bench
They’re waving me goodbye
Melting me to floods Drip-dried
My name remains misunderstood
I’m not your mrs. Hollywood
Cold kisses on the face
but still a warm embrace of mine
Why are you questioning?
Came here to tuck you in
Born in a symphony
A quiet melody
Spinning constantly on repeat
Pink lips with frozen words on top
Roe rapped in paper
Sharp raindrops
White carpet
Mighty pillow mountain
Captain of the day
Shuffling me away
Crusty creeks
Rocking wild bears back to sleep
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10. |
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Dološ viessu
Dološ viessu
Jus seainni
jus seainni
sáhtášii
sáhtášii
muitalit
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11. |
Æ og Min Elskede
03:32
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I et eventyrland mot det evige nord
Der hav møte himmel og fjell møte fjord
I en værdn' så litn' men endå så stor
Bor æ og min elskede
Bak blånende tinda og holma og skjær
Og blankskurte svaberg og vindskjeive trær
Kjent vi to at hjemme va akkurat her
Æ og min elskede
Sjøl om høstn' e hustri' og vintern e lang
Og sommern kommer sånn annenhver gang
Fant vi ti' te kværandre og ord te' en sang
Æ og min elskede
Om det e aldri så smått stortsett har vi det godt
Skjønt det hende vi drømme om rikdom og slott
Og gløm førr ei stund alt vi tross alt har fått
Æ og min elskede
Og vi veit det jo begge det e som det e
Den som leve får se det som skjer det får skje
Men det e nu det må skje det e nu vi e te
Æ og min elskede
Æ og min elskede, æ og min elskede
Så mens høsten følger sommer og vinter bi vår
Og fortida kviskre alt førr går
E vi glad før kver einaste time vi får
Æ og min elskede
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Konradsen Troms og Finnmark fylke, Norway
Konradsen is Jenny Marie Sabel and Eirik Vildgren. The two met in high school and have been making music together since then. Their music is alternately romantic, tender and wry, and you can find little flickers of voices from old home movies, or snippets of conversations with friends, woven throughout many of their songs. ... more
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