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the releases :
° koc : debut
quiet is the new loud
° erlend øye : unrest
° riot on an empty street
° b.sides + unreleased
° covers


# the lyrics : covers

# norwegian christmas song : deilig er jorden
# tom petty : free fallin'
# wham! : last christmas
# a-ha : manhattan skyline
# lee hazelwood : no train to stockholm
# badly drawn boy : once around the block
# joy division : the eternal

++ deilig er jorden
deilig er jorden
prektig er guds himmel
skjønn er sjelenes pilgrimsgang
gjennom de fagre riker på jorden
går vi til paradis med sang
tider skal komme, tider skal henrulle
slekt skal følge slekters gang
aldrig forstummer
tonen fra himlen
i sjelens glade pilgrimssang
englene sang den
først for markens hyrder
skjønt fra sjel til sjel det lød
fred over jorden
menneske fryd deg
oss er en evig frelser født

++ free fallin'
s he's a good girl, loves her mama
loves jesus and america too
I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart

and I'm free
free fallin'

it's a long day living in reseda
there's a freeway running through the yard
she's a good girl, crazy 'bout elvis
loves horses and her boyfriend too

++ last christmas
once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
tell me baby, do you recognize me
it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

happy christmas
I wrapped it up and sent it
with a note saying "I love you" I meant it

now I know what a fool I've been
but if you'd kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

last christmas I gave you my heart
but the very next day you gave it away
this year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

a crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hided from you and your soul of ice
I thought you were someone to rely on
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

a face on a lover with a fire in his heart
a man undercover but you tore me apart

++ manhattan skyline
we sit and watch umbrellas fly
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say "my boat's leaving now"
so we shake hands and cry

now I must wave goodbye
you know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again

we leave to their goodbyes
I've come to depend on the look in their eyes.
my blood's sweet for pain
the wind and the rain bring back words of a song
and they sing: wave goodbye

so I read to myself a chance of a lifetime
to see new horizons
on the front page a black and white picture
of manhattan skyline

++ no train to stockholm
one night Johnny sang the truth for me
on an unknown bound train from tennessee
taught me all the letters in alone

singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to stockholm

received your invitation to the war
I sent it back, so please don't send no more
I'd rather lie in some jail all alone

if I had to ride this train a hundred years
and all I had to drink is my own tears
I wouldn't kill for you or on my own

governements and politicians too
there's lots of people feel the way we do
a hundred millions of us can't be wrong

++ once around the block
you quiver like a candle on fire
I'm putting you out
maybe tonight we could be the last shout
'cause I'm fascinated by your style
your beauty will last for a while

you're feeling instead of being
the more that I live on the inside
nothing to give
I'm infatuated by your moves
I've got to search hard for your clues

trying to outrun your fears
you're running to lose
heart on your sleeve, your sole in your shoes
take a left, a sharp left and another left
meet me on the corner, we'll start again

++ the eternal
procession moves on, the shouting is over
praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
talking aloud as they sit round their tables
scattering flowers washed down by the rain

stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
watching them pass like clouds in the sky
try to cry out in the heat of the moment
possessed by a fury that burns from inside

cry like a child though these years make me older
with children my time is so wastefully spent
a burden to keep though their inner communion
accept like a curse an unlucky deal

laid by the gate at the foot of the garden
my view stretches out from the fence to the wall
no words could explain, no actions determine
just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall


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