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Members | |
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Current | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples (1995-present) |
Member(bands): Sturmgeist, G.U.T., Castimoniae | |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Hammond organ, Grand piano, Drums (1995-present) |
Member(bands): Borknagar, Old Words New, Silent, Age of Silence, White Void, Carpathian Forest, Ásmegin | |
Current (Live) | |
Johnar Håland | Guitars (2012-present) |
Member(bands): In Vain | |
Kjetil D. Pedersen | Guitars (2012-present) |
Member(bands): In Vain | |
Sindre Nedland | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) (2012-present) |
Member(bands): Funeral, In Vain, Myrkgrav (live) | |
Alexander Lebowski Bøe | Bass (2013-present) |
Member(bands): In Vain | |
Baard Kolstad | Drums (2013-present) |
Member(bands): ICS Vortex, Leprous, Rendezvous Point, God Seed, Hellhaven, Borknagar, Gaahls Wyrd, Oceans of Time, Ihsahn (live), In Vain (live) | |
Past (Live) | |
Jens-Petter Sandvik | Bass (1998) |
Member(bands): Dimmu Borgir (live) | |
Tarald Lie | Drums (1998) |
Member(bands): Tristania, Art of Departure, Diabla, Draconian (live) | |
Didrik von PanzerDanzer | Guitars (1998) |
Member(bands): Sturmgeist |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Jernlov | Demo | 1996 | Show album |
2 | The Linear Scaffold | Full-length | 1997 | Show album |
3 | Neonism | Full-length | 1999 | Show album |
4 | Pills Against the Ageless Ills | Full-length | 2001 | Show album |
5 | In Harmonia Universali | Full-length | 2003 | Show album |
6 | Red for Fire: An Icelandic Odyssey Part I | Full-length | 2005 | Show album |
7 | Black for Death: An Icelandic Odyssey Part II | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
8 | The Circular Drain | Compilation | 2008 | Show album |
9 | Norrøn livskunst | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
10 | Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord | EP | 2014 | Show album |
11 | World Metal. Kosmopolis Sud | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
Jernlov
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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1996 | Independent | Cassette | Limited edition | |
2016 | Avantgarde Music | AV261 | 2 7" vinyls | Limited edition |
February 23rd, 2016 | Avantgarde Music | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Øyvind Haugland | Vocals (backing) (track 2) |
Ernst Rosseland | Bagpipes (track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vegard Lima | Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Motmenneske | 04:05 | |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:47 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Sivilisasjonen slør / Ravnens fall | 07:26 | |
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4. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 04:52 | |
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22:10 |
The Linear Scaffold
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 1997 | Avantgarde Music | AV 021 | CD | |
1997 | Mystic Production | 094 | Cassette | |
2008 | Avantgarde Music | AV 021 (Re) | CD | Reissue, Remastered |
2008 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED221 | CD | Reissue, Remastered |
2016 | Peaceville Records | VILELP614 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Remastered |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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39:15 |
Neonism
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 24th, 1999 | Avantgarde Music | AV 038 | CD | |
1999 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M - 042 | CD | |
2000 | Mystic Production | Myst 243 | Cassette | |
2007 | Avantgarde Music | AV 038 (Re) | CD | Reissue |
March 9th, 2008 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED228 | CD | Reissue |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | CK II Chanel № 6 | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Proprietors of Red | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Omnipolis | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04.34 PM | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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Pills Against the Ageless Ills
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 19th, 2001 | Century Media Records | 77395-2 | CD | Digipak |
September 2001 | Century Media Records | 8095-2 | CD |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Silje Ulvevadet Dæhli | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Cover art, Design, Layout |
Lars-Erik Westby | Producer |
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1. | Hyperhuman | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
[C:] The next string of lives will know our speed limit [L:] The next string of lives will do everything to break it [C:] The next string of lives will deny you a grave [L:] The next string of lives will regard you as a slave [C:] The next string of masters will ignore the bills you passed [L:] The next string of masters will change the order fast [C:] The next string of masters will not know the earth [L:] The next string of masters will live alone from birth The next string of deaths will be yours and mine The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will be yours and mine [L:] The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will rewrite the traffic rules The next string of deaths will illuminate the schools |
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2. | Pornographer Cain | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
[L:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [L:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen My critics claim that my movies are for men What can I say I’m astonished when [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way (x 2) My appartment works fine No need for locations [L:] It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block [L:] I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [C:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint [L:] I’ll pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar [L:] Baby close your eyes if you want your $ I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen [C:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] What can I say I’m astonished when People understand what I am trying to say [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way [x 2] |
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3. | Charge of Total Affect | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
[C:] One day I’ll return with another man’s clothes One day I’ll return with another man’s name [L:] I am all alone Existence has no friends I feel the emotion that never ends [L & C:] I’m sleeping on the edge of a knife Don’t wake me up from the meaning of my life There never were equality and freedom In a world of individuals there is only boredom [C:] There is lust in all repentance And remorse in all desire [x 2] [L:] I want to dissolve myself and to unify With stupid ideals that are but a lie To rid myself of what belongs to me But I remain an I that talks about an I See? I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch [L & C:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire [C:] The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [L:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [C:] I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch There is no kindness Only desire No kindness around me Only fire That rips up every truth and leaves it a lie That beats me asunder and makes me want to die [L:] Without any reason Because I have it all That might be why Cannot climb Only [L & C:] Fall! |
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4. | Hate Yourself | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Relieve me of their lies [L:] They say hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Hate yourself you are not good enough Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself there is always someone better Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself you deserve to die Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself you deserve to die and Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak and Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself nobody loves you Hate yourself they have told you before [C:] Hate yourself you are left alone Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] I say hate yourself like Kate Moss Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war Hate yourself like an xxx actor Hate yourself you can take some more [C:] Hate yourself with a touch of glamour Hate yourself and smile at the anorexic war Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore [L:] Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore Hate yourself like everybody else Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself money ain’t enough Hate yourself you want some more Hate yourself continents are starving Hate yourself you fight their anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself like a pornographer Hate yourself like I do No way to improve No way to do it better Just suffer suffer suffer! [x 2] Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! |
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5. | Fuck Talks | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong, its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row [L:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong Its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit [C:] Am Fuck and you are afraid of me You have learnt from watching TV Am Fuck the scum you fear Misery is generous we can share People that think must always die They know too well the shit passing by Fuck talks to Hitler and Pot Wipe me off the planet Let my body rot [L:] Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row Fuck talks to Kurt Cobain Your high life and enduring pain I shared it once as Pornographer Cain Philosopher Fuck repents in the rain |
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6. | The Death of Father | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
[C:] To the sisterhood of the pornographic force I raise this case to bring an end to our wars We have not been enemies all the way Remember our delights in the wild green bay Father separated us in the garden you know Father fooled us we were siblings long ago Father is in my hands drowned in apple juice Accused and deemed to admit his abuse [L:] In my solitude and forest the sun bleeds red In a few seconds Father will be dead Warm from the womb I will greet the stars Finally reborn and cleansed of my scars [C:] Two decades as an eremite deprived of my right To be part of the brotherhood of the mystic light To make Father understand how much I missed His punishment is hard The penalty is this Reap as you have sown Go on your own Take your evil with you and die alone The firearms glow white in the hands of the hurt Black horses drag Father through the dirt [L:] Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t ever wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light [C:] His death is my rebirth, the birth I never had No wonder why our love turned out bad Let us move out through the foyers and portals Move on through the vulva of immortals Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light |
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7. | The USA Don’t Exist | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Out of the seven classic arts Rhetoric rises to bust the charts The master of agony invites you to the Forum Louder than Romanum’s decadent decorum The bell booms GO! The centurion rhymes Heroically racing for blood-hungry times Close to the edge he resists their push Pure strength saves him from the greedy rush The race has a goal though very few know where Mostly officers on the ground and satellites in the air The star-spangled racers speed into house and home Today the Americans try to recreate Rome [L:] Leaves flicker across the boulevard Way down I see my old retard He said "Ello ma feren, want a nice place to go? I fix booze girls burgers floorshow!" (The old retard tells me: "Come with me you ain’t nothing to lose!" I refuse the offer I cannot refuse He hears my no scratches his beard When Beelzie runs a nightclub times are weird) [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Jim is alone and afraid of ’67 The summer of love never returned from heaven The hippies slowly died at the Heartbreak Hotel Where the Peyote Poet reinvented hell Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP Just to make sure that life was still crap Down and in need of the drugs that made the fun He soberly declared I need money and a gun [L:] Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with a bit too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Pornographer Cain haunts from the dead Sews up Madame with a waxed red thread The wanderer has found himself a home Madame hangs as doll in his sexodrome It’s a man’s world and he has seen the need For yet another man to do the dirty deed In Rock ’n’ Rollywood our guy’s at work Pushing love shit to some fellow human jerk [L:] It is a man’s world and he has seen the need [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L & C:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed |
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8. | Anti-City Strategy | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi The bitter reality is far from sexy [L:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma [C:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher’s knife Am filtering Ray-Ban philosophy of life May my bombs smash The City of No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty Am the child’s brown teeth The ribs that broke The billion lives that never spoke Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor Wake the human beings and arm them for war The Third World War rages below their feet Information works for their defeat Before my fur suits the somber ladies Before my wolf soul belongs to Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses Comfort the people who suffered the losses Stop the media murders Rumour after rumour Kill the weak Say it’s postmodern humour [L:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry [C:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry Hand out the pills, pass the chalice Let us die to give the animals some peace Together for the first time let us drink Extinguish everything or what do you think |
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9. | Hierarch | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood Take me as I am as any brother would This is ritual the man in singlet said [L:] This is reactive the man in singlet said [C:] A disaster for the people Our nuclear show Is run from above terminated below Stop the violence I told the man in singlet [L:] Heal with peace I told the man in singlet [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine the city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Who runs this planet where students are slain Who is the head of this Academy of Pain To the man in singlet, forward my command! Bring me the answer I desire and demand! [L:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race [C:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race How can I know that your invisible order Isn’t the idea of some second-rate marauder That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan? There is no coincidence and if there is That is no coincidence neither is this [L:] That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarchs of skies and celestial sites Hierarchs of truth and supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine The city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood [L:] Take me as I am as any brother would [C:] Keep your system clean And remain where you are You may not hear the car That comes from afar |
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46:07 |
In Harmonia Universali
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 24th, 2003 | Century Media Records | 77495-2 | CD | |
March 24th, 2003 | Scarecrow Records | SC03089 | CD | Digipak |
2003 | Fono Ltd. | FO237CD | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples |
Lazare | Vocals, Hammond organ, Grand piano, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 1, 5, 8), Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Kristian Krüger | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Sigurd Høye | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Kristofori | Artwork |
Børge Finstad | Producer |
Asgeir Mickelson | Design, Photography |
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1. | Nutrisco et Extinguo | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
{Gebura, emanation of stength Purify my history With flames of justice Make me a man of equity and courage} (Jeg ble satt ut till ulver Jeg tvang keiseren i kne) Med brukkede rygger skal mesterne famle Se opp til nedlatende spir Gispe mot himler höyere Som skipene synker i svarte havner Som skorgene vitner mot solsvidd himmel Jeg er endkapens kjöl Det skoggrönne havet over deres hoder Jeg ernører meg av ild og utrydder mine fiender Troende, jeg er deres ledelse og nåde Dyrk deres frykt Slik kan jeg bli det dere frykter |
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2. | Mont Blanc Providence Crow | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
{Munin, memory of Odin: Destiny’s observer in the Midgard of men The Providence Crow knows who you are He cries from Mont Blanc to Midgard of Men} You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick I am the Destiny’s Bird, the Providence Crow from my Mont Blanc High to your Humanity Low I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong In Harmonia Universali, this is your song Once you lived in the caves and under the trees Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze Remember I know you as the animal you are Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power Turn you into a robot or make you a flower But I prefer you just the way are A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star |
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3. | Christiania (Edvard Munch Commemoration) | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
{Edvard Munch in Christiania Painter in the poor capital of A spoon-like strip of land He painted a self portrait in Hell And herad Death speaking French His anguish is remembered And works of art extolled Munch} Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Himmeln den lave brenner et bål, men dere ser ikke opp Dere ser på meg med gröne fjes Aldri noensinne vil dere forst°a! Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Jeg hever blikket mot den synkende himmels flammer og dere ser, dere ser Dere ser mitt selvportrett i helvete {Death} Je suis venu pour recolter les malades Je suis venu pour fêter leurs maladies La misere me nouritt La misere me renforce Il n’y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades Il n’y pas de livre parmi les malades Succombs, mes enfants, à la nécessite de la mort Succombs, mes patients, à vortre humble docteur |
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4. | Epictetus & Irreversibility | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
(Epictetus, freed slave Turned stoic thinker Expelled from Rome for seeking virtue and wisdom In Nature, the city of gods He found his destiny In simplicity and dignity) --- What do I care about you, when all must die What does your face mean to me, when All my eyes can seize, must die What is your warmth to me, it will not last What about your hair, can it do What the atoms will, last What is the music, a drug forever falling What do you care about words, as you do What the bombs keep doing, fall What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die What are your smiling winds to me, when All their beauty and grace must die |
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5. | Dionysify This Night of Spring | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
(Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes - fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour) --- Mademoiselle, please enter this night of spring Undress to the sound of caressing chorals "Dionysify this night of spring", dionysified they sing The Aphrodite Loveroom glows with ruby walls I gently tie you up in a bondage so mild Your eyes float in the sea of red Bordeaux wine I kiss you all over, passion-drunk, passion-blind In the sea of white swims the albino crocodile I tenderly adore the taste of your she In this cathedral of cinnamon and sodomy Strong colours congregate on the altar canvas The motive of worship is your humid ass Mademoiselle, this night is all yours Choose from three thousand possible doors |
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6. | Red Music Diabolos | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) (DIabolos writes The Book of Rock Professor of Extreme Music Science At night in his lab The Beast bangs his head) |
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7. | Buy My Sperm | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
(Holy Virgin Mary Buy My Sperm) --- If you want and have the wealth to be free Maybe I can help you make another me Many things are possible and equally expensive A comfort for old age the advantage is extensive I don’t do visits but my nurses do Call them anytime and they get back to you It’s true what I’m telling you get best My cells make the highest prices in the West Healthy intellectual, well-built, writing verse Good with people, clean, talent for commerce So nice and caring you’ll get everything you need Credit card accepted for 5000 euro seed The A-bomb was a product of excellent sperm Next genocide courtesy of my firm |
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8. | Fraternité de la grande lumière | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ils m’ont crucifié pour le peuple, à la demande du peuple, à la demande du peuple Jamais personne n’a aimé, les ouvriers plus que moi, les ouvriers plus que moi Je semais la miséricorde et l’amour, et l’amour Je récoltais la mort pour l’amour que je donnais, je donnais [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection Nous cherchons la paix de la sagesse Nous cherchons la sagesse de la paix Protégez-nous du Mal du Monde Et mettez-nous à l’abri du Malheur [Lazare] Les ouvriers oublient aussi vite qu’ils apprennent, aussi vite qu’ils apprennent Crucifié par vengeance, crucifié par envie, crucifié par envie [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais |
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9. | The Liberation of Destiny | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
{Odin, god of poets and warriors One-eyed sage master of Munin Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak By fathers beyond the millennial night Tall old man, put down your spear Destiny is your name, here liberated} Liberation of Destiny, the tall old man Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke The tall old man, father of the species, hands of liberation Father of the species, he smokes cigars of stone Hands of liberation, he dominates posterity Hands of liberation, blue eyes observing He dominates posterity, liberation of destiny He dominates posterity, collecting the ashes Liberation of Destiny, the old man with glasses Liberation of Destiny, his law never dies The old man with glasses, he rules the nations The old man with glasses, makes cream out of bones He rules the nations, Liberation of Destiny He rules the nations, with cream on his lips Liberaration of Destiny, he lets the crow fly Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke He lets the crow fly, blue eyes observing He lets the crow fly, his law never dies |
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10. | Sonnenuntergang im Weltraum | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Apolon Song to the star That breeds and kills Unconquered Sun Object of cult The day you darken The gods too will darken} Grösster Stern, scheine auf mein Grab! Du bist nüde, nach einem zu langen Taf Du hast mein Gesicht ganz bestrahlt Wirst du morgen noch einmal aufgehen? An diesem Abend singe ich nur für dich Seit vielen Wintern und vielen Sommern Liest du dein Gedicht für die Erde ab Grösster Stern, aufbleibender Sonnengott! Wirst du dich an mich erinnern, wenn ich dort liege? Dann wirst du allein sein, allein wie ich! Vielleicht gehst du unter ein letztes Mal, Am Tag an dem ich sterbe, gehst du under mit mir Sonnenuntergang Im Weltraum - Unfassbare Sonne, scheine auf mein Grab! |
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01:00:17 |
Red for Fire: An Icelandic Odyssey Part I
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 18th, 2005 | Season of Mist | SOM 110 | CD | Digipak |
2006 | Back on Black | BOBV047LP | 2 vinyls | |
2006 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0905-2392 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 5) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1-5, 7-9) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1-5, 8-9) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (track 1) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (track 10) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
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1. | Sun I Call | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Sun I call burning wheel Sword I call wolf of steel Star I call sword of light Rune I call sign in stone Man I call tree that thinks Earth I call grave of men God I call not of earth Sky I call home of gods Sea I call flock of waves Ship I call horse at sea Mount I call giant dead Wind I call Midgard’s breath Life I call kiss of gods Fire I call wrath of life Love I call lust for more Child I call made of love Name I call eternal life Worth I call what lives on Law I call hard as Hel Fear I call unjust law King I call head of men Queen I call pride of king Dream I call what is not Time I call Odin’s dream World I call Yggdrasil Death I call end of all |
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2. | Survival of the Outlaw | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
As a hungry wolf with an old man’s teeth I run Freezing cold in caves, forever crushing the sun The daylight and all time when the weather is clear I live in night and darkness, that’s why I’m still here Iceland was my home with seals in the fjords My winter’s only thought is fleeing from the hordes They may come anytime to kill me like a dog Always on guard I pray for another day of fog As the outlaw am I shout at the mighty Thor Greatest god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me home where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within the Chieftain’s walls Drown his treacherous wife the adulterous Queen Who told the King what a rapist I had been She lied she was wrong she asked me to seduce her In her games of sex I was bound to be the loser She harmed her husband’s skald, caused the poet’s disgrace Outlawed at Althingi, I can never show my face At Reykjanes again, lest I want to endure All the evils she accused me of doing to her More bone than man, I hail the gods of the North Avenge my injustices, I beg you to come forth Misfortune loves both fool and wise For seven winters I have strayed the land of ice A master of the word and a man of the sword Of tongue and steel many times I proved to be lord Gods of the North, I beg you come forth More bone than man Odin I hail you As a slave on the run I must stay out of sight Allfather make my destiny right That in none of the worlds whose number is nine Another innocent must suffer a fate like mine As the outlaw I am I shout at might Thor Great god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me to Reykjavik where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within my Chieftain’s walls |
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3. | Where Birds Have Never Been | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
I walked towards Reykjavik as always alone When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone Down into their underworld where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone "You come from way above and shall prove your worth This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth A victim of Destiny is what you claim to be If you’ve been wronged then for sure you’ll be free But if your prove too weak to accept your fate That means your freedom will forever have to wait Only dwarves will know your all-too human shame Only small men will speak your dishonoured name You’ll stay in the underworld where birds have never been Among gold and silver the weirdest things ever seen In the dim timelessness where only spiders mate It might take you a thousand years to honour your fate Thnk of Destiny for each rust-red drop that falls On your brow while you stare at these stately walls You must teach your stomach to let go of its greed Your throat will learn to abate its strong need You’ll ask if life is an illness if you can be cured In the end if you make it your story might be heard The day you can bear the clothes Destiny gave to you Then we can give you the powers see you stay true You’ll be free to leave this place deprived of life and light Climb up towards the white sun to take up your great fight You’ll speak like a god before the cheering masses You’ll stand like a cliff in the stream of time that passes Choose right over wrong there’s nothing in between Never be haughty or spiteful stay calm and serene Drink the wine of winners live with pride in the sun As a man of the sword and a master of the word Not as a wild wolf forever on the run Whose life’s an illness that cannot be cured Remember your friends where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest dwarves ever seen We shall stay behind in this mine of wisdom and gold When leaving the Underworld be strong and bold As you climb through the stone you’ll again be all alone" Thus spake the silver dwarf from his mighty dark throne |
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4. | Bragi | 01:18 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Disa the Queen Dreams of the Skald Roaming the ridges Haukur the King The hated husband His love is lost |
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5. | White Frost Queen | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The wheel of light sets another day Glowing in the Water of Reykjavik bay The ground has grown wight with nightly frost The town is a wake at the sullen gloom’s cost Odin has granted Icelander’s the light To sharpen their swords, to show off their might For another day in the bay of smoke Where virtue is strong and weaknesses choke A king on his throne and a queen by his side The ruler of men and his principal pride A blade his companion, the crown his duty The lady he reveres, her radiant beauty -Oh queen, grant my wish, make me calm and serene Please stay by my side, never fly from our scene I rule this cold land and I herd my flock I worship the gods on this volcanic rock But might makes me weary and you are the cure You keep me strong, that is your allure Deceitful queen in the land of cold Smiles to her king, keeps her story untold |
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6. | There Is Need | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
THERE IS NEED THERE IS NEED WHO TO KILL WHO TO KILL THERE IS MEAD THERE IS MEAD THERE IS ILL WHO IS ILL I MUST FEED WHO MUST FEED I FEEL BAD I FEEL BAD THERE IS GREED THERE IS GREED WHO IS MAD THERE IS MAD Haaah-ha-hahaha! Bragi skald That is you Eg lysar deg i bann That is you Aldri meir kjem du att Til Reykjavik That is you Eller du må døya That is you I AM DEAD I AM DEAD SUN I CALL SUN I CALL GO DOWN RED GO DOWN RED END OF ALL END OF ALL |
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7. | Prayer of a Son (Poem) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
Prayer of a Son You are my tree of life The nine worlds of manhood I drink to you, my father I was like the apple in the hands of the giants Once you were small, small like me Once you were the son of a man who was the son of a man My father, my eyes bleed as you age Stay on the screen on which the worlds are shown Stay in the hole where I was safe Protect me, father Protect me from the evils I cannot combat alone |
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8. | Crater of the Valkyries | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
I have not tasted bread for weeks Snow is what I eat and drink My saga the saga of hunger and need The father of my father ancestors of my kin The skald told the story of my house Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be Skald through the runes Let Fate decide If you shall live or die Fall into the volcano Or still suffer under the stars Skald do you see the raven Munin is its name It turns the rune That would have you Fall into the flame Skald do you see The raven by your side As you throw the runes To settle life or death Are you still to see The blue of the sky Or shall you fall into the fire Of the mighty volcano Hekla The raven turns The rune of your fate You shall live for vengeance To have justice done Return to Reykjavik To the hall of your king Show them what you have suffered Be the man you were Father of my father Ancestors of my kin You had mead to drink And meat to eat You lived in crafted halls And sacrificed to the gods You sailed black longships With red shields and dragon heads Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders I am the memory of all Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be |
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9. | Sea I Called | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Sun I called burning wheel Sword I called wolf of steel Star I called sword of light Rune I called sign in stone Man I called tree that thinks Earth I called grave of men God I called not of earth Sky I called home of gods Sea I called flock of waves Ship I called horse at sea Mount I called giant dead Wind I called Midgard’s breath Life I called kiss of gods Fire I called wrath of life Love I called lust for more Child I called made of love Name I called eternal life Worth I called what lives on Law I called hard as Hel Fear I called unjust law King I called head of men Queen I called pride of king Dream I called what is not Time I called Odin’s dream World I called Yggdrasil Death I called end of all |
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54:20 |
Black for Death: An Icelandic Odyssey Part II
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 24th, 2006 | Season of Mist | SOM 141 | CD | Digipak |
2006 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0107-2649 | CD |
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Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Trickster G. | Vocals (track 8) |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8-10, 12) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 12) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 10) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (tracks 7, 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
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1. | Red for Fire + Black for Death | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
Remember me bastard for my years in the ice Do you see me your victim of old I have waited for revenge to turn cold I have explored the world to find the place you hide Rooted out of your rathole this is your last ride Red for Fire + Black for Death The dark horns of vengeance are about to be blown In retribution reborn from the forests unknown I heard the feeble screams of lost pride and dignity After a thousand years comes liberation of destiny Deathlike silence Deathlike silence will rule In the rooms of your cave Euronymous Prince of Death You shall dance on their grave I’ve rejected the rules of hands and heart I raped and pillaged the darkest art It’s toughened hardened a bastard child grown strong May it linger after me as a saga in song Stay written in runes on the black metal sword May it some day save a Viking of my horde Red for Fire + Black for Death Red for fire endure the Iron Law Black for death an outlaw’s revenge in the raw |
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2. | Queen in the Bay of Smoke | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Treacherous queen Who abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spear in my hand To my burning eyes Your halls are made of glass Treacherous queen You abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spearhead in my heart To my burning eyes Your walls are made of glass The age of the heroes A distant memory The Iron Law rules Iceland Evil kings faithless queens Who hides in the Bay of Smoke Nothing goes unpunished Look where you step You might tread on me Queen in the Bay of Smoke Bring supplies For the worst of your winters I shall wear your pain As a golden crown Whe shall crawl the tunnels In the dark of the Underworld A million midgets are waiting for you Queen in the Bay of Smoke I tasted your beauty You threw me to the dogs I walked as a wolf among the dogs I walked as a god among the slaves Queen in the Bay of Smoke I mørket under jorden ligger dvergenes gruver Den hvite dronning faller i Regins svarte hull Skalden søker en konges skamhevn Dronningen dulgt i småfolkets berg Dvergene stimler om fagermøya sammen Skrekk står å se i Berg-Disas blikk Hva vondt har jeg gjort? Hvor tar du meg hen? Tåresalt drysser på gulvert av gull Her skal du bli svikefulle kvinne Ta skalden til mann og skammen i hug |
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3. | Silver Dwarf | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
I am your friend from way down Trapped in a dark forever Silver Dwarf This place is dead Silver Dwarf Night everywhere Chained to the Tree of Death I see no birds no life Silver Dwarf This is my home Only these walls know my face This is the mine where I am stuck Silver Dwarf Bowels of greed Silver Dwarf Once filled with gold Friend from the Land of Light Help me out of darkness Silver Dwarf Horses pull me apart Silver Dwarf Under the earth I wish to be strong But I was born in a mine Silver Dwarf Never allowed to leave Silver Dwarf Cellar of life I will dig my way out of here The Silver Dwarf will see the sun Silver Dwarf A closed infinity Silver Dwarf Nothing to lose I am your friend from way down Spiders eat me Silver Dwarf Sunlight and glory Silver Dwarf I will make my way up there |
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4. | Underworld | 01:15 | instrumental |
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5. | Necrodyssey | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
The black art’s dead can’t you feel the foul smell Ten years ago THE CORPSES gave us hell Now the scene’s changed we’re still around The vampires lie six feet deep into the ground We have engineered a MEDIEVAL WAR MACHINE Come with us corpse feel your own medicine Now listen to me to the end of the story We claim what is ours we HUNGER for glory Ja you were right music IS war Now show me the TRUTH that you’ve fought for It isn’t very much if NOTHING AT ALL Toss those remains into the Chieftain’s hall Let everybody witness the state of your carcass All of you devils who wanted to mark us Come on brand your iron I BET YOU it is cold Let’s see how hard you are growing up and old The winters of Norway have frozen your brains At every living thought you SCREAM in seven pains As Necrophisto I speak the Deity of Hell Spellbound I will have you tremble to the bell Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND Give up your life the rags that were you You’ll feed the snakes all the time to stay true Thank you for all now give up the crown Our law is here WE RULE YOUR MIND WITH SOUND Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND |
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6. | Allfathers | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas Dirty bearded men who slept in the snow Can you feel the beauty of Iceland still? Eagles and icebergs The white nights of the North I will fight for your legend Never forgotten Combat for your honour Protect my kin Allfathers ancestors What you were I want to be What you were look at me Tell me what you see Do you see a son in me Or just another man I am the son of a man Who was the son of a man I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour What you were I want to be Now look at me what do you see Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour Steel in my hand Hatred in my eyes Don’t you touch what is mine Spoil what I hold dear Defile what I love Smear pure with impure Or I shall avenge with sword and axe Till Hel decides who she wants To burn |
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7. | Lokasenna Part 2 | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "Heile, aser! heile, aasynjur! og alle hog-heilage gudar! utan den eine som innar der sit, Brage, paa benken sin." Bragi: "Av egni mi gjev eg oyk og sverd deg, og ein ring endaa Brage boter: at du ikkje aasom di ovund syner; arge dei ikkje aat deg." |
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8. | Loki Trickster God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Seven years of pain for one night of joy Loki tricked the lovers with a vicious ploy He spoke to the queen in his softest voice Told her he would give her the following choice Either you were raped by the skald of the king Death upon the man who would do you such a thing! - Or you cheated on your husband, striking him down - Both you and your poet will be sentenced to drown! The queen was all tears, feared for her life, ’Outlaw the skald, surrender him to strife, But save our skin, no one should die for love!’ Loki stared at the queen with want in his eyes Thought ’ A god born of giants, I lust for the queen! I’ll make sure this time there’s no poet in between!’ Said ’From this day and onwards let Loki be the one, Your god and your beast, your father and your son, Cherish me with kisses and honour me with pleasure, Give in to me, and I’ll protect you as my treasure! But if you reveal who I am, or disclose what I have said, Both the skald and you will sink to the abyss of the dead! Garm the Fog of Hel will eat your heart and liver, Even when cold you’ll tremble and shiver For the rotten goddess and her hungry beast Unless you join Loki the Trickster’s nightly feast’ |
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9. | Spoken to the End of All (Poem) | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Spoken to the end of all You are eyes You are heart You are bone You are head I am signs I am stones I am steel I am blood Spoken to the end of all Runes reveal What darkness hid |
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10. | Dark Waves Dying | 03:55 | instrumental |
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11. | Lokasenna Part 3 | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "For slike slag du snaur plar vera som øykjer og armringar; av alle æser som inne her er, du er i vig varast og skjerrast for skot." Bragi: "Var eg utanfor Æges-halli so nær deg som no: hovudet ditt eg i handi mi bar; daa læta du fekk for di lygn." |
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12. | Sagateller | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon never dies In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Red words for black thoughts, you cannot be blamed No name is a secret, no secret is unnamed The sagas you tell mankind teach them about fate Songs and legends from times of love and hate When the words of Odin’s art resound through the horn Heroes and Giants of the ancient epics are reborn In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Skald: The eyes of the universe, the witness of time Heart and head tied together in rhytm and rhyme The fury of enemies the madness of the young There is no thing in the world that is not in your song Under the silver of a thousand moons The book of your life was written with runes Would you know the future of your kin How White Christ and Black Death were going to win The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the toil they through Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Sagateller Dragonkiller O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon that never dies The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true |
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The Circular Drain
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Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
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The Bombs of Enduring Freedom | Remixing |
The Extreme Zweizz Fuckover | Remixing |
Red Sector A | Remixing |
G.U.T. | Remixing |
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1. | Motmenneske | 04:09 | |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:52 | |
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3. | Sivilisasjonens slør - Ravnens fall | 07:37 | |
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4. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 05:00 | |
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5. | Red for Fire + Black for Death (by Exorcise) | 05:13 | |
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6. | Survival of the Outlaw (by The Bombs of Enduring Freedom) | 04:50 | |
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7. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) (by dj:!!j Lazare) | 03:46 | |
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8. | Sun I Call (by Havoc Unit) | 04:43 | |
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9. | There Is Need (by The Extreme Zweizz Fuckover) | 05:03 | |
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10. | CK II Chanel No 6 (by Half Sherman) | 04:42 | |
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11. | A Motion Picture (by Red Sector A) | 05:22 | |
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12. | Bragi (Prayer of a Son) (by Havoc Unit) | 02:41 | |
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13. | When the Moon Is on the Wave (by G.U.T.) | 03:59 | |
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Norrøn livskunst
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 15th, 2010 | Indie Recordings | INDIE030CD | CD | |
November 15th, 2010 | Indie Recordings | INDIE030LP | 2 vinyls | |
November 15th, 2010 | Indie Recordings | INDIE030CD | CD | Digipak |
August 22nd, 2011 | Mazzar Records | MZR CD 498 | CD | |
June 12th, 2012 | Indie Recordings | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
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1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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6. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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7. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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8. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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9. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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10. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 27th, 2014 | Indie Recordings | INDIE148LP | 12" vinyl | |
October 27th, 2014 | Indie Recordings | INDIE148CD | CD | Digipak |
October 27th, 2014 | Indie Recordings | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2014 | Fono Ltd. | FO1118CD | CD |
Members | |
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Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Programming |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Guest/Session | |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion (track 1) |
Alexander Bøe | Bass (tracks 1, 5) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (track 1) |
Mari Skeie Ljones | Hardanger fiddle (tracks 1, 3, 5) |
Einar Kvitrafn Selvik | Vocals (tracks 1, 3) |
Zweizz | Drums, Bells (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Mixing (tracks 1, 2, 5) |
Marius Strand | Mixing (tracks 3, 4), Mastering |
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1. | Norrønaprogen | 11:25 | |
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2. | Det siste landskap (An Icelandic Odyssey Part IV) | 05:49 | |
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3. | Norskdom | 01:31 | |
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4. | Norrøna: Ljodet som ljoma | 10:59 | |
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5. | Songen: Vargen | 07:54 | |
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37:38 |
World Metal. Kosmopolis Sud
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 2nd, 2015 | Indie Recordings | INDIE155CD | CD | Digipak |
February 2nd, 2015 | Indie Recordings | INDIE155LP | 2 12" vinyls |
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Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Kazoo |
Guest/Session | |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (lead, rhythm) |
Alexander Lebowski Bøe | Bass |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion |
Gunnar Augland | Percussion (track 3) |
Johnar Håland | Guitars (e-bow), Harmonizer (track 8) |
Sindre Nedland | Vocals (growls) (tracks 2, 5), Vocals (choirs) (track 8) |
Anania Ngoliga | Guitars (zanzibar) (track 1), Kalimba (tracks 2, 5) |
Raz | Congas (tracks 1, 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Mixing, Mastering |
Marius Strand | Recording (drums) |
Kim Sølve | Cover art, Layout |
Enrico de Figueiredo | Recording (Kalimba, Zanzibar guitar) |
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1. | World Music with Black Edges | 07:56 | Show lyrics |
Out of Africa, Mother of the species The original tribe falling to pieces As families diverged and spread to farther lands We are the offspring of those traveling bands Back to Africa, returning to the Source Neonism revived, connecting to the Force Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought In Kragerø, Telemark, reporting from the fjord Tanned people row boats with children onboard Above the codfish and mackerel, below the gulls of the sky In these summers I grew up, so happy I could die Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis In the small wooden hall we wrote our « Omnipolis » Back when the mothers still walked the Earth The ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed for the tropics Back to the late 90s with the fluorescent topics They forgot « to yourself » in the device « stay true » The Total Orchestra come howling back at you The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda på enn emosjonell turisme Ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat Ein feit chick med glowstick stein på feil shit I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Verse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with Rap Soldiers of Fortune, Heavy Metal Kings How cool to be only one of those things « There are no Blacks in Black Metal, the name must be an error How did this temple of sound roar into being? Who made it the tornado it is? The bad kids are getting old but they played is not Open the Black Metal Order This is pain immortalized The future is said to be many things but I predict it to be Transatlantic Who is able to carry on through? Who is able to stay courageous? » Aesthetes in uniforms, Microstates with riding boots Democrats in leather, Anarchists in shooting suits Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud 3rd Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin Third Rebel for short, a think tank grey as sin Metal should look martial, be as strict as it is stern In the hall of arts we made the GewaltKunstWerk burn Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges L’art est le fanatisme qui oblige à la diplomatie À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit |
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2. | The Germanic Entity | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
THE GERMANIC ENTITY Night has fallen over the nature of the North The sea lines dark as oil, Frey and Njård come forth For the love of our province, grant us growth and peace Watch over the workers on land and at the seas After June and July comes the grey September And I think of the nation of which I am a member Norway, my cradle, that mountainous spoon #1 on all lists, civilization’s boon? Why be so hard on someone you love? I’ve done my bit of crawling, I’ll risk 5 minutes above The critique has been quiet, here is what I have to say Like my feldgrau dress, let my lyrics be field grey The wealth has made you arrogant, people run to you for money Not because they like you, they just wanted to taste the honey The Norwegian identity is now based on handouts Why do you think it’s so far between the standouts? Solefald Retrospective Chorus : In a postcolonial age we wrote postmodern rhyme Sped The Macho Vehicle down the Autobahn of Time The Linear Scaffold is a Christian invention A one-way ticket to Hell with patriarchal intention Proprietors of Red by The Circular Drain We come again, like the sun and the rain The Germanic Entity will cause the World to fall There won’t be any Profit, Progress above all You complain that kids don’t read, never fed them the hooks The libraries decay, they trash half of our books Looks to the Atlantic, see Norse heritage thrive An Icelandic Odyssey, the old gods are alive The Prince skis through the forest with some ruler on the phone Spearheading an empire as he glides past the firs alone Pomp without power was the rage of the past Power without pomp can make our age the last The Germanic Entity, its name shall not be spoken The chains of this Power have never been broken Blut und Eisen replaced with Diplomacy and Aid Peace is something that His Majesty made What can our Statesman do more than to play Christ With oil-fueled diplomacy, a humanist heist Social democracy prefer finance to the word Money wrapped as Dialogue makes Him the Lord KOSMOPOLIS NORD Utan fyrebod stend det ein by der, lysande, kastar kvite og gule spjot uppover i myrkret, bruer og bygg, løysingar som hjelper menneski å finna seg ein heim i deg, Kosmopolis den totale byen diktaren drøymer um der han stend under det store biletet, tagal, budd til å fara frå velstanden som vart til dekadanse, Diktaren skal inn i den mytiske tidi, til skumringi der ei kvinne sit og drit. Ho vender deim ryggen, no ventar skogsvegen, dei store flatone : Eg hev sett deim, kjent deim Dei drap hundar og skulda på hunger. Dei dreiv tennene inn i eigne skallar so dei fekk endå ein munn å metta Dei åt for tvo og drap for tri. Eg elska rovdyri men hev ikkje fleire lamb å missa. I skogen er eg fri for rovdyri No vert veggene bygde for å halda oss inne, sperra dyret inne. Det vil verta endå varmare, endå trongare enn fyrr. Svarte kalde vegger å spegla seg i |
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3. | Bububu Bad Beuys | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Bububu Banzibar bananas Bububu by bus best beast bets Bububu by boat bad bats bast Bububu be bad beuys Bububu be bikers Bububu born bo bite bhe bullet Bububu birthplace bof Bub’ Ubub Bububu Boliness Boyalty Bububu Bolefald bruitbakes Bububu Bornelius bon Back Bububu Bhou Bhat Bhou Bilst Bububu batshit brofessors bull Bububu bane bof bhe bikers Bububu bassholes bung bhe bit Bububu Boom Boom Boom Bububu bad boy bikers bookface Bububu brothel broth beaters Bububu bitch but bhe ball boom Bububu batch boming bast Bububu bass bombing Bububu bis Bali Boga Bububu but bhe best Bububu bake bhe brain Bububu beans « blute » boot boot Bububu bøkkaband Bububu Brünerbøkka Bububu be Berlin |
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4. | Future Universal Histories | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
FUTURE UNIVERSAL HISTORIES Modernist theme : Imagine our time seen from 1920, Europe after La Grande guerre Welcome mass electricity and socialites on cocaine The Roaring Twenties reverberating from America With radio commercials for automobiles Art Deco beaming back, robing every lady, her rooms and cities She votes, she works and is sexually awakened by Dr. Sigmund Freud As the New York skyline rises with the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings Jazz booms from Nouvelle-Orléans, Young couples Lindy Hop their way up The Weimar Republic in Germany, Dada in Berlin and Vienna Followed by the murder of Rosa Luxemburg in 1919 The maiden of Socialism leads the workers towards the new dawn The Proprietors of Red labour the Third International Prussian theme : We’re the Wilhelmine Combattants of 1913 Prussian Burschen aspiring to Scars of Fame Eyes und Nase covered, now let the Swords fly The sweet Folly of stitching gushing Wunden Drunk Students in Burschenschaft Uniforms Fighting the Mensur für no Grund at all The Jahrhundert ahead shall ridicule our Honour Lach at our Pride in Vaterland und King Modernist theme : New music follows the Stravinsky line of Le sacre du printemps 1913 The motors of Modernism rev with T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land and James Joyce’s Ulysses in 1922 André Breton and the Surrealists manifest in Paris in 1924 Fritz Lang directs « Metropolis » in Babelsberg in 1927 Prussian theme : Schau me in the Auge, sag you don’t like my Narbe The Prussian Blade gab me another Mouth i’ll keep on schnickschnacken to the Ende As the Wilhelmine Combattant of 1913 Modernist theme : Ten years of merriness and hope before the Depression Unemployment nationalises Socialism, causing Armageddon German aggression expands from within to the East and to the West World War II ends with the nuclear sunset over the Japanese Empire UMGANGSKRIGEN Eg skrur på min menneskelegdom, skreiv du. Floden er skitten og full av lik, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Um du skal vinna, må nokon tapa. Eg skriv : Ingen hjelper ein som ikkje kan hjelpa. Tidi er ein isbre som utsletter spori etter oss, skreiv du. Ho skyv minnet fyre seg gjenom dalføret, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Lat andre ofra seg sigeren. Eg skriv : Utnytt dei veike til din fordel. Eg er guden som tok sjølvmord med å drepa sonen. Eg er kongane og hungerens brune tenner. Eg er elden som brann i Sodoma. Eg er ulven som sprengde Oklahoma. Eg er hornljod i kveldingi, hundeglam i skogen. Eg er Siegfried, jaga millom trei i natti. Eg er tunet, treet og kvinna han fann. Eg er sverdet, og armen som treiv det. Eg er Hod som skaut og Baldur som fell. Eg er Frigg som bag og mistelteinen ho gløymde. Eg er kniven som skar og såret som opna seg. Eg er skulden og han som ikkje angra. Eg var tridje verdskrigen som raste over hovudi, det uniformerte folket som aldri vart informert. Eg krossfesta dei arme til ljoden av raga, milliardane av liv som aldri klaga. Eg var torsoen som tagg på Colaba Causeway. Eg var den grønøygde jenta på gata i Mumbai. Eg var grapefruktsvulsten i drosjevindauga. Eg var rupiane dei naudkomne ikkje ville hava. Eg skreiv med barberblad i sanningis andlit, freste eit dikt for kvar von som døydde. Gjev dyri fred, send giftbegeret rundt. Drikk, saman fyrste gongen. |
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5. | Le Soleil | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
LE SOLEIL Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de l’histoire Un globe qui nous regarde de l’espace Le point d’interrogation ultime L’oeil de la violence qui se regarde Soleil, je te peins comme mon oeil Pour que tu me regardes avec la force par laquelle je t’ai créé Je te peins comme l’oeil du cosmos dont je suis le porteur Un assassin des couleurs Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de la mer Flottant dans des vagues vertes et immenses Tu me regardes avec le bleu clair étincelant que je t’ai donné. Je te peins comme l’oeil de la Terre Tu me regardes d’en-dessous de mes pieds Aux rayons voraces de chair et de science Soleil, je te peins comme l’étoile de l’oeil Le centre de gravité de la vision, une bouche luisante Qui attire les couleurs pour les mastiquer Le violet du cosmos Le vert de la mer Le bleu de la Terre Le jaune triomphant de l’oeil SOLA Sol, æ malår dæ som historiens øye ei kule som ser på oss ifra rommet det yddårste spørsmålstegn voldens øye som ser på sæ sjøl Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet mitt for at du ska se på mæ med krafta æ skapte dæ med Æ malår dæ som øyet te kosmos som æ sjøl bærår en farvaned mordår Sol, æ malår dæ som havets øye flydans i veldige, grønne bølgår Du ser på mæ med det lyseblå skinnans som æ ga dæ Æ malår dæ som øyet te jorda Du ser på mæ fra undår føddane mine med glupske strålår a kjød og viden Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet stjerne synets gravitasjonssentrum, en lysans munn som tiltrekkår sæ farvår for å tygge de det fiolette te kosmos det grønne te havet det blå te Jorda det triumferans gule te øye |
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6. | 2011, or A Knight of the Fail | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
2011, OR A KNIGHT OF THE FAIL Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn In the ruins of ’45, his uniform torn Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail The Dictatorship defeated, a quest doomed to fail A wedding in Norway, the conductor’s hand beckoned I flew out on July 22nd Landed in Oslo at 15:22 Three minutes later the Terror became true Saw Government buildings going in smoke I thought it was a video, it had to be a joke Stayed in the airport, safe and at distance Hardly a position that offers resistance Dramatize the Untergang, don’t we, my artist friends That sweet sensation of an Angst that never ends But all a sudden, the threat became real Expanding ammunition made wounds that wouldn’t heal Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead I thought it was a film, it couldn’t be right Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight Disguised as a policeman he killed 77 That was Oklahoma, our September 11th On the day two months after I lost my loved mother Everything changed from one day to another All of a sudden, my grief was ours The young kept on dying, in spite of the powers That tried to help them, but the evil was strong And "you did this", O Heinous, the irreparable wrong In the Nation of Tolerance, the end of a Pact : People thought it was Islamist, Muslims were attacked Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead The Kingdom wept and protested with roses I kept my uniform on and continued my poses They gathered at Young’s and sang children’s songs I kept listening to Burzum, unrepenting my wrong To mother and daughter, to father and son : I think Grief made us mad, each and every one I had wept for four months and only felt rage Gone were the days of the lyricist sage I saw analysts grapple with Freedom of Expression Using he massacre as a reason for Repression I spoke out against them, here Justice ends Not the kind of message that wins you new friends 2010, before everything went black 2010, now it’s time to look back TOTENINSEL Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen doggen på båtane kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv under sypressane |
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7. | String the Bow of Sorrow | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
STRING THE BOW OF SORROW A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay The giver of life claimed by death so fast String the bow of sorrow for a salute Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved So many departures, so many women gone I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt Now I know what it feels like to lose protection Your body is gone, it left me in a hearse It may sound cynical, but this life is mine Life is for the living, that is undeniable When your image is gone, my face will be blue Through time and space, womanity be one You’re no more in the phonebook The statements have been written Goodbye, Norwegian mother The quiver of time is empty SOLEFALD, 15.9.1995 La martyren salve sine sår, Solefald Er jeg ditt fiolette fragment? La naturen klage sine år, Solefald Hvem av oss har linsen som blinder? Jeg ante ditt nærvær i min drøm Solefald Så jeg bakom honningens ansikt? Mystikkens fjes forsvinner med deg, Solefald Synker ned i den siste dvale Snu for meg din fatale bane, Solefald Stig fra en heroisk horisont --------- You liked AC/DCs « Hell’s Bells », but Slayer was no stayer : I know how much you hated that Slaytanic Wehrmacht patch In the end, you did set it onto my black denim jacket I picture your afterlife in Freya’s wooden halls Robed in light colours as an Art Nouveau lady You go for walks in the forest of oaks Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing Maybe you paint watercolour like you used to Enjoy cake and champagne and immortal youth I will leave you here, where you sat with your parents On the simple wooden staircase Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing As the evening breeze sways the firs in the sunset - Solefald |
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8. | Oslo Melancholy | 03:34 | Show lyrics |
DEN NORSKE SUMAREN Havet ligg i natti blåsvarte tonar Ein ser svane sankar skjel Ein ser hegre brenner bål Liner glid til himmels * Soli vart kaldare enn månen Dagen vart raud um munnen Dine varme små hender heldt meg i regnet * Um hausten lyfter ein sumaren upp or havet, drypande pakkar honom i presenning til soli kjem att |
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Jernlov
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Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
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Øyvind Haugland | Vocals (backing) (track 2) |
Ernst Rosseland | Bagpipes (track 3) |
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Vegard Lima | Engineering, Mixing |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:47 | |
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3. | Sivilisasjonen slør / Ravnens fall | 07:26 | |
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4. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 04:52 | |
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Jernlov
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Øyvind Haugland | Vocals (backing) (track 2) |
Ernst Rosseland | Bagpipes (track 3) |
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Jernlov
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Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
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Øyvind Haugland | Vocals (backing) (track 2) |
Ernst Rosseland | Bagpipes (track 3) |
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3. | Sivilisasjonen slør - Ravnens Fall | 07:41 | |
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4. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 04:52 | |
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The Linear Scaffold
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Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
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Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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The Linear Scaffold
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Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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39:15 |
The Linear Scaffold
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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39:15 |
The Linear Scaffold
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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39:15 |
The Linear Scaffold
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Roald Råsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Odd Nerdrum | Cover art |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Tore-André Baarsen | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Jernlov | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
Flykt fremmede For du er ikke innhyllet I jernlovens take Dyrk Ikke ditt Men deres For du er den som Enna kan Vi er kilden Vi ander Den jernlov som fodtes I oss Og Med oss |
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2. | Philosophical Revolt | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
Luna plina - lift your veil of silver Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain Control and strength - cultivating sense Regressive dreams - living in the past Atmosfear - emptiness inside Disintegration - scatered sence of life Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind Realised perfection - artwork out of body Realised corruption - artwork out of mind Remaining permanence - the sunset of the human mind Confucios, Lao - Tse, Socrates, Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzche, Sartre & Beauvoir Defend the name of nobility itself The art of intellectual reflection My mistress of mental desire - Not bound to rules nor form - philosophy - |
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3. | Red View | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath burn the edges of your thoughts feel the air beneath witness the cosmic dance from a red view burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire burn the edges of your thoughts devastating fire pieces of a paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red view ascend, descend - the order of chaos stay safe in the eye of the renaissance tornado see the universe unite and yourself become its key, and a sense of correlation your opportunity |
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4. | Floating Magenta | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
Floating magenta in circles Over slippery, white surfaces Reversed vitality And the laughter of a metallic light The world is familiar But it never seemed this real... |
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5. | The Macho Vehicle | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
sex from backyards - porches out - into chambers - arenas parliaments of men broadcasted boys we fell off the macho vehicle as batons from the scientific rev lost their bastille in paris 68 paternity dyed red world pornography fall no floor for the colossus no divine divan - on words to rest - no more soil sown with peasant lies burden carried by one |
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6. | Countryside Bohemians | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi |
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7. | Tequila Sunrise | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk glimrer det langs spilene og verden blir kjønn du er vanntårnet på på bordet jeg danser på kanten av glasset og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger glir med et rykk og finner ut mellom isbitene at lykken er en utpult bigamist monogam med lidenskapen som eneste elskerinne du kommer fra solavlede dyner og er fuktig med leppene nede søvn med sirupssøte mothaker jeg drar meg opp på cocktailpinnen huler ut en isbit med tungen smeltevann på duken solnedgangen rødmer når pinnen bikker med sugerøret I munnen setter jeg tennene I cisternen tømmer den for vannkyss VI går ut av baren sammen og farer videre kanelstrødde boulevarder kremfylte slott |
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8. | When the Moon Is on the Wave | 07:25 | Show lyrics |
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). when the moon is on the wave, and the glow-worm in the grass, and the meteor on the grave, and the wisp on the morass when the falling stars are shooting, and the answer’d owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber may be deep, yet thy spirit shall not sleep; there are shades which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art gather’d in a cloud; and for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell. though thou seest me not pass by, thou shalt feel me with thine eye as a thing that, though unseen, must be near thee, and hath been; and when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head, thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot, and the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal. and a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse; and a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare; in the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice; and to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky; and the day shall have a sun, which shall make thee wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own smile I snatch’d the snake, for there it coil’d as in a brake; from thy own lip I drew the the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm; in proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. by thy cold breast and serpent smile, by thy unfathom’d gulfs of guile, by that most seeming virtuos eye, by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy; by the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart; by thy delight in others’ pain, and by thy brotherhood of cain, I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper hell! and on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote this trial; nor to slumber, nor to die, shall be in thy destiny; though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear; lo! the spell now works around thee, and the clankless chain hath bound thee; o’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d - now wither! |
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39:15 |
Neonism
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | CK II Chanel № 6 | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Proprietors of Red | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Omnipolis | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04.34 PM | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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50:23 |
Neonism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | Ck II Chanel N.6 | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Proprietors of Red | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Omnipolis | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04-34 PM | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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50:23 |
Neonism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | CK II Chanel № 6 | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Proprietors of Red | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:57 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
6. | Omnipolis | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04.34 PM | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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50:23 |
Neonism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Proprietors of Red | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:27 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | CK II Chanel № 6 | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:56 | instrumental |
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6. | Omnipolis | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04.34 PM | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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11. | Cosmophony | 04:26 | |
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54:42 |
Neonism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 2-8, 10) |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jocke Pettersson | Engineering |
Tomas Skogsberg | Producer, Mixing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design |
Trine Paulsen | Design |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Translation (to English) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Proprietors of Red | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Gaia sips the drink of artificial red Carefully served by a flourescent sky Gaia sips the drink of artificial red She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Carefully served by a flourescent sky She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour Inside her the neonism is fed unleashing the brightest shadow of all times until it burst with colour She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet A noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach (x2) In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn’t care anymore Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours Now she’s the brightest one of all but no one’s there to see Gaia is wet and sick She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place Now she’s the brightest one of all the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded No one expected to see |
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2. | Speed Increased to Scaffold | 08:27 | Show lyrics |
Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won’t cease to linger Bob’s out there none of us play cool When classmates in a haunted school Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent’s burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell the truth’s in there Come on little boy and play with the fire Agent Dale Cooper will not take you any higher The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra (Lyrics in french now) Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite’s dance It isn’t Naomi it’s the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand (???) The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn’t disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I’m out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I’ll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition’s complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky’s jaws break the neck of time Silence be complete |
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3. | CK II Chanel № 6 | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock ’n’ roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for knock-out and got it too The police shield and the ares-licking swan System run by N. Selection & Son Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death traps Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) Coco Chanel - welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell (x2) Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein (x2) |
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4. | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra) | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and master The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power première CK II Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle (???) (???) C&K clad the continents in haute culture The clothes are worn out it’s time to undress (???) A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground (???) (???) His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit (???) Uncle Unkind’s got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops (???) Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the Big Boy Let’s inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omniopolis what God was to Sodoma Open this (x2) |
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5. | A Motion Picture | 01:56 | instrumental |
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6. | Omnipolis | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l’air Situé central dans la technosphere 55AH a cherché de l’amour artificielle le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Le sexe n’existe plus la peur l’a remplacé (x2) Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état de Fraternité Liberté Égalité Fraternité Lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Une mémoire d’un bateau a voile Illumine les amants après l’accident général Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! Né dans une famille zéro parentale Enfant d’une sexualité monumentale Se souvenir de l’état national Peine capital ça faisait mal Jadis on subissait l’Europolice Dans lé nouvel état d’Omniopolis Le terme péjoratif d’européenne Remplacera celui de lesbienne Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! (x2) Je t’ai vu dans une autre vie M’appelle 55AH tu t’appelle Ma Fille Pour elle il n’était qu’une affaire artificielle Au prochain mon amour intemporel! |
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7. | Backpacka Baba | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Crime is the other side of what’s right (Crime is the other side of what’s right) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white (Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth) Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Shades on the beach by daily routine (Shades on the beach by daily routine) (Matches the irony of your Western magazine) Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! (Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!) Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa (x3) (???) Crime is the other side of what’s right (He traveled to listen not to see) Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would’ve been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea (White man came across the sea) To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I’m a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I’ll do anything to stay empowered Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He traveled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man’s crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba is never coming back (x3) |
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8. | Third Person Plural | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust Feels somewhat lost on his quest for the lust It’s a man’s garage the parts lie on the floor (All alone my friend) The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door Humiliated father lover friend (Children of the End) So many names for the Children of the End Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space Out of the million city a peaceful face The on-going fight between mine and yours Transhistorial cause of all wars The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M. I judge you as she judges them Where have all the women gone Through time through space humanity be one From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me (x2) Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan He’ll wish you off to Satanistan Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew Say thankyah very much I’ve got something for you Your mother is a goal she cries for every ball Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall Everybody’s welcome to her Disneyland of vice Twice as many visitors and half the price At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock The advanced to a museum digging dinosaur rock Turned to audition for Jurassic Park Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark From the room of reflection staring at the sea Where you can’t find humility you won’t find me Governed by a nation whose language I don’t know Where have all the women gone? Through time through space humanity be one Break the row fly above then check below It’s a man’s garage the parts are lying on the floor The mystic rebuilt the car (The mystic rebuilt the car) the mechanic hits the door (the mechanic hits the door) Door |
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9. | 04.34 PM | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life As grey noise rapes the red air An artificial pulse One gaping breath’s a metallic dream The city’s kiss is a feverish scream Just close your eyelids It will strengthen the explosion in your mind |
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10. | The New Timelessness | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando’s finite Headphones on tight more beats per minute Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay’s seized your censorial protection The only thing evil’s your own perception Middle-aged monster get out of here Cyclical patterns don’t fit your square ear Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak Propose one hour of messianic Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media From chronological to kairological Measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between Work and pleasure serial time Personal sublime immortalizing the point On the time that’s meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts That constitute the cosmos in which you speed For a paradise moving just ahead Slightly faster We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven |
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54:42 |
Pills Against the Ageless Ills
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Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Silje Ulvevadet Dæhli | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Cover art, Design, Layout |
Lars-Erik Westby | Producer |
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1. | Hyperhuman | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
[C:] The next string of lives will know our speed limit [L:] The next string of lives will do everything to break it [C:] The next string of lives will deny you a grave [L:] The next string of lives will regard you as a slave [C:] The next string of masters will ignore the bills you passed [L:] The next string of masters will change the order fast [C:] The next string of masters will not know the earth [L:] The next string of masters will live alone from birth The next string of deaths will be yours and mine The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will be yours and mine [L:] The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will rewrite the traffic rules The next string of deaths will illuminate the schools |
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2. | Pornographer Cain | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
[L:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [L:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen My critics claim that my movies are for men What can I say I’m astonished when [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way (x 2) My appartment works fine No need for locations [L:] It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block [L:] I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [C:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint [L:] I’ll pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar [L:] Baby close your eyes if you want your $ I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen [C:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] What can I say I’m astonished when People understand what I am trying to say [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way [x 2] |
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3. | Charge of Total Affect | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
[C:] One day I’ll return with another man’s clothes One day I’ll return with another man’s name [L:] I am all alone Existence has no friends I feel the emotion that never ends [L & C:] I’m sleeping on the edge of a knife Don’t wake me up from the meaning of my life There never were equality and freedom In a world of individuals there is only boredom [C:] There is lust in all repentance And remorse in all desire [x 2] [L:] I want to dissolve myself and to unify With stupid ideals that are but a lie To rid myself of what belongs to me But I remain an I that talks about an I See? I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch [L & C:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire [C:] The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [L:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [C:] I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch There is no kindness Only desire No kindness around me Only fire That rips up every truth and leaves it a lie That beats me asunder and makes me want to die [L:] Without any reason Because I have it all That might be why Cannot climb Only [L & C:] Fall! |
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4. | Hate Yourself | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Relieve me of their lies [L:] They say hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Hate yourself you are not good enough Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself there is always someone better Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself you deserve to die Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself you deserve to die and Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak and Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself nobody loves you Hate yourself they have told you before [C:] Hate yourself you are left alone Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] I say hate yourself like Kate Moss Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war Hate yourself like an xxx actor Hate yourself you can take some more [C:] Hate yourself with a touch of glamour Hate yourself and smile at the anorexic war Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore [L:] Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore Hate yourself like everybody else Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself money ain’t enough Hate yourself you want some more Hate yourself continents are starving Hate yourself you fight their anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself like a pornographer Hate yourself like I do No way to improve No way to do it better Just suffer suffer suffer! [x 2] Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! |
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5. | Fuck Talks | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong, its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row [L:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong Its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit [C:] Am Fuck and you are afraid of me You have learnt from watching TV Am Fuck the scum you fear Misery is generous we can share People that think must always die They know too well the shit passing by Fuck talks to Hitler and Pot Wipe me off the planet Let my body rot [L:] Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row Fuck talks to Kurt Cobain Your high life and enduring pain I shared it once as Pornographer Cain Philosopher Fuck repents in the rain |
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6. | The Death of Father | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
[C:] To the sisterhood of the pornographic force I raise this case to bring an end to our wars We have not been enemies all the way Remember our delights in the wild green bay Father separated us in the garden you know Father fooled us we were siblings long ago Father is in my hands drowned in apple juice Accused and deemed to admit his abuse [L:] In my solitude and forest the sun bleeds red In a few seconds Father will be dead Warm from the womb I will greet the stars Finally reborn and cleansed of my scars [C:] Two decades as an eremite deprived of my right To be part of the brotherhood of the mystic light To make Father understand how much I missed His punishment is hard The penalty is this Reap as you have sown Go on your own Take your evil with you and die alone The firearms glow white in the hands of the hurt Black horses drag Father through the dirt [L:] Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t ever wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light [C:] His death is my rebirth, the birth I never had No wonder why our love turned out bad Let us move out through the foyers and portals Move on through the vulva of immortals Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light |
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7. | The USA Don’t Exist | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Out of the seven classic arts Rhetoric rises to bust the charts The master of agony invites you to the Forum Louder than Romanum’s decadent decorum The bell booms GO! The centurion rhymes Heroically racing for blood-hungry times Close to the edge he resists their push Pure strength saves him from the greedy rush The race has a goal though very few know where Mostly officers on the ground and satellites in the air The star-spangled racers speed into house and home Today the Americans try to recreate Rome [L:] Leaves flicker across the boulevard Way down I see my old retard He said "Ello ma feren, want a nice place to go? I fix booze girls burgers floorshow!" (The old retard tells me: "Come with me you ain’t nothing to lose!" I refuse the offer I cannot refuse He hears my no scratches his beard When Beelzie runs a nightclub times are weird) [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Jim is alone and afraid of ’67 The summer of love never returned from heaven The hippies slowly died at the Heartbreak Hotel Where the Peyote Poet reinvented hell Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP Just to make sure that life was still crap Down and in need of the drugs that made the fun He soberly declared I need money and a gun [L:] Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with a bit too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Pornographer Cain haunts from the dead Sews up Madame with a waxed red thread The wanderer has found himself a home Madame hangs as doll in his sexodrome It’s a man’s world and he has seen the need For yet another man to do the dirty deed In Rock ’n’ Rollywood our guy’s at work Pushing love shit to some fellow human jerk [L:] It is a man’s world and he has seen the need [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L & C:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed |
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8. | Anti-City Strategy | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi The bitter reality is far from sexy [L:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma [C:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher’s knife Am filtering Ray-Ban philosophy of life May my bombs smash The City of No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty Am the child’s brown teeth The ribs that broke The billion lives that never spoke Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor Wake the human beings and arm them for war The Third World War rages below their feet Information works for their defeat Before my fur suits the somber ladies Before my wolf soul belongs to Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses Comfort the people who suffered the losses Stop the media murders Rumour after rumour Kill the weak Say it’s postmodern humour [L:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry [C:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry Hand out the pills, pass the chalice Let us die to give the animals some peace Together for the first time let us drink Extinguish everything or what do you think |
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9. | Hierarch | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood Take me as I am as any brother would This is ritual the man in singlet said [L:] This is reactive the man in singlet said [C:] A disaster for the people Our nuclear show Is run from above terminated below Stop the violence I told the man in singlet [L:] Heal with peace I told the man in singlet [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine the city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Who runs this planet where students are slain Who is the head of this Academy of Pain To the man in singlet, forward my command! Bring me the answer I desire and demand! [L:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race [C:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race How can I know that your invisible order Isn’t the idea of some second-rate marauder That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan? There is no coincidence and if there is That is no coincidence neither is this [L:] That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarchs of skies and celestial sites Hierarchs of truth and supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine The city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood [L:] Take me as I am as any brother would [C:] Keep your system clean And remain where you are You may not hear the car That comes from afar |
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46:07 |
Pills Against the Ageless Ills
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Silje Ulvevadet Dæhli | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Cover art, Design, Layout |
Lars-Erik Westby | Producer |
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1. | Hyperhuman | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
[C:] The next string of lives will know our speed limit [L:] The next string of lives will do everything to break it [C:] The next string of lives will deny you a grave [L:] The next string of lives will regard you as a slave [C:] The next string of masters will ignore the bills you passed [L:] The next string of masters will change the order fast [C:] The next string of masters will not know the earth [L:] The next string of masters will live alone from birth The next string of deaths will be yours and mine The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will be yours and mine [L:] The next string of deaths will be blessed with sunshine [C:] The next string of deaths will rewrite the traffic rules The next string of deaths will illuminate the schools |
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2. | Pornographer Cain | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
[L:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [L:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen My critics claim that my movies are for men What can I say I’m astonished when [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way (x 2) My appartment works fine No need for locations [L:] It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians [C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block [L:] I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock [C:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint [L:] I’ll pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point [C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar [L:] Baby close your eyes if you want your $ I write the story I shoot the scene Sometimes you see me dance across the screen [C:] My appartment works fine No need for locations It’s spacious enough for a camera and some Asians I am working on the Eastern Block I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar Baby close your eyes if you want your $ [L:] What can I say I’m astonished when People understand what I am trying to say [C:] People understand what I am trying to say To show the world the American Way [x 2] |
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3. | Charge of Total Affect | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
[C:] One day I’ll return with another man’s clothes One day I’ll return with another man’s name [L:] I am all alone Existence has no friends I feel the emotion that never ends [L & C:] I’m sleeping on the edge of a knife Don’t wake me up from the meaning of my life There never were equality and freedom In a world of individuals there is only boredom [C:] There is lust in all repentance And remorse in all desire [x 2] [L:] I want to dissolve myself and to unify With stupid ideals that are but a lie To rid myself of what belongs to me But I remain an I that talks about an I See? I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch [L & C:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire [C:] The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [L:] There is no kindness Only desire There is no kindness Only desire The grand devouring fucking fire The grand devouring fucking fire No kindness around me Only fire The grand devouring fucking fire [C:] I fear the fatigue of the love that went Down the drain without asking for my consent Loved one I miss you too much The way you gave me the healing touch There is no kindness Only desire No kindness around me Only fire That rips up every truth and leaves it a lie That beats me asunder and makes me want to die [L:] Without any reason Because I have it all That might be why Cannot climb Only [L & C:] Fall! |
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4. | Hate Yourself | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Relieve me of their lies [L:] They say hate yourself and I will make you happy I am not a happy boy I refuse to believe That if I hate myself I will become happy When the trendy believers refuse to relieve Hate yourself you are not good enough Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself there is always someone better Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself you deserve to die Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself you deserve to die and Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself you are too weak and Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] Hate yourself nobody loves you Hate yourself they have told you before [C:] Hate yourself you are left alone Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war [L:] I say hate yourself like Kate Moss Hate yourself they fight an anorexic war Hate yourself like an xxx actor Hate yourself you can take some more [C:] Hate yourself with a touch of glamour Hate yourself and smile at the anorexic war Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore [L:] Hate yourself suffering is sexy Hate yourself you’re their corporate whore Hate yourself like everybody else Hate yourself they have told you before Hate yourself money ain’t enough Hate yourself you want some more Hate yourself continents are starving Hate yourself you fight their anorexic war [C:] Hate yourself like a pornographer Hate yourself like I do No way to improve No way to do it better Just suffer suffer suffer! [x 2] Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! Suffer! |
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5. | Fuck Talks | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong, its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row [L:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street With tremendous force and invincible heat Its light was too strong Its face beaming hate At a bat born at day by the fury of fate Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt Am human sweat piss shit [C:] Am Fuck and you are afraid of me You have learnt from watching TV Am Fuck the scum you fear Misery is generous we can share People that think must always die They know too well the shit passing by Fuck talks to Hitler and Pot Wipe me off the planet Let my body rot [L:] Your heart beats fast when I come up close To beg for money Not for a pose Fuck talks to Marilyn French Am inhuman eternal stench The only time you talk to me is when you need to know How I can starve eight days in a row Fuck talks to Kurt Cobain Your high life and enduring pain I shared it once as Pornographer Cain Philosopher Fuck repents in the rain |
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6. | The Death of Father | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
[C:] To the sisterhood of the pornographic force I raise this case to bring an end to our wars We have not been enemies all the way Remember our delights in the wild green bay Father separated us in the garden you know Father fooled us we were siblings long ago Father is in my hands drowned in apple juice Accused and deemed to admit his abuse [L:] In my solitude and forest the sun bleeds red In a few seconds Father will be dead Warm from the womb I will greet the stars Finally reborn and cleansed of my scars [C:] Two decades as an eremite deprived of my right To be part of the brotherhood of the mystic light To make Father understand how much I missed His punishment is hard The penalty is this Reap as you have sown Go on your own Take your evil with you and die alone The firearms glow white in the hands of the hurt Black horses drag Father through the dirt [L:] Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t ever wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light [C:] His death is my rebirth, the birth I never had No wonder why our love turned out bad Let us move out through the foyers and portals Move on through the vulva of immortals Sister, let us love when the lights are low Don’t wait for the night to go In black hole solitude my hope glows white Father has ceased his hold on our light |
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7. | The USA Don’t Exist | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Out of the seven classic arts Rhetoric rises to bust the charts The master of agony invites you to the Forum Louder than Romanum’s decadent decorum The bell booms GO! The centurion rhymes Heroically racing for blood-hungry times Close to the edge he resists their push Pure strength saves him from the greedy rush The race has a goal though very few know where Mostly officers on the ground and satellites in the air The star-spangled racers speed into house and home Today the Americans try to recreate Rome [L:] Leaves flicker across the boulevard Way down I see my old retard He said "Ello ma feren, want a nice place to go? I fix booze girls burgers floorshow!" (The old retard tells me: "Come with me you ain’t nothing to lose!" I refuse the offer I cannot refuse He hears my no scratches his beard When Beelzie runs a nightclub times are weird) [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Jim is alone and afraid of ’67 The summer of love never returned from heaven The hippies slowly died at the Heartbreak Hotel Where the Peyote Poet reinvented hell Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP Just to make sure that life was still crap Down and in need of the drugs that made the fun He soberly declared I need money and a gun [L:] Fifteen years later he returned as a YAP [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with a bit too much to say [L:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed [C:] Pornographer Cain haunts from the dead Sews up Madame with a waxed red thread The wanderer has found himself a home Madame hangs as doll in his sexodrome It’s a man’s world and he has seen the need For yet another man to do the dirty deed In Rock ’n’ Rollywood our guy’s at work Pushing love shit to some fellow human jerk [L:] It is a man’s world and he has seen the need [C:] I deny the existence of the USA Just a fat film with too much to say [L & C:] The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist The USA don’t exist Again I’m pissed |
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8. | Anti-City Strategy | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi The bitter reality is far from sexy [L:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma [C:] Choose the grave of the classes Choose another guide Than the old god who committed suicide Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma Am the wind that demolished Sodoma The blood that gleams on the butcher’s knife Am filtering Ray-Ban philosophy of life May my bombs smash The City of No Pity Kings and generals have never been pretty Am the child’s brown teeth The ribs that broke The billion lives that never spoke Broadcast the crucifixion of the poor Wake the human beings and arm them for war The Third World War rages below their feet Information works for their defeat Before my fur suits the somber ladies Before my wolf soul belongs to Hades Bring wind to the forest of the crosses Comfort the people who suffered the losses Stop the media murders Rumour after rumour Kill the weak Say it’s postmodern humour [L:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry [C:] Write my thesis with a razor in the face of lies One word for every hope that dies The blood-stained brokers die as vampires die Roll their marble staircase on people that cry Hand out the pills, pass the chalice Let us die to give the animals some peace Together for the first time let us drink Extinguish everything or what do you think |
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9. | Hierarch | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
[C:] Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood Take me as I am as any brother would This is ritual the man in singlet said [L:] This is reactive the man in singlet said [C:] A disaster for the people Our nuclear show Is run from above terminated below Stop the violence I told the man in singlet [L:] Heal with peace I told the man in singlet [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine the city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Who runs this planet where students are slain Who is the head of this Academy of Pain To the man in singlet, forward my command! Bring me the answer I desire and demand! [L:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race [C:] The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face Head of the realm of the golden race How can I know that your invisible order Isn’t the idea of some second-rate marauder That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan? There is no coincidence and if there is That is no coincidence neither is this [L:] That the inmost government just execute a plan Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan [C:] He waned without trace in the transparent night Balkanised my sleep to show off his might Hierarchs of skies and celestial sites Hierarchs of truth and supramental rites To see is to know To know is to control This city is mine The city of my soul Is it all as it may see or seem Who directs me through the corridors of Dream Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood [L:] Take me as I am as any brother would [C:] Keep your system clean And remain where you are You may not hear the car That comes from afar |
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46:07 |
In Harmonia Universali
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples |
Lazare | Vocals, Hammond organ, Grand piano, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 1, 5, 8), Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Kristian Krüger | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Sigurd Høye | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Kristofori | Artwork |
Børge Finstad | Producer |
Asgeir Mickelson | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nutrisco et Extinguo | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
{Gebura, emanation of stength Purify my history With flames of justice Make me a man of equity and courage} (Jeg ble satt ut till ulver Jeg tvang keiseren i kne) Med brukkede rygger skal mesterne famle Se opp til nedlatende spir Gispe mot himler höyere Som skipene synker i svarte havner Som skorgene vitner mot solsvidd himmel Jeg er endkapens kjöl Det skoggrönne havet over deres hoder Jeg ernører meg av ild og utrydder mine fiender Troende, jeg er deres ledelse og nåde Dyrk deres frykt Slik kan jeg bli det dere frykter |
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2. | Mont Blanc Providence Crow | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
{Munin, memory of Odin: Destiny’s observer in the Midgard of men The Providence Crow knows who you are He cries from Mont Blanc to Midgard of Men} You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick I am the Destiny’s Bird, the Providence Crow from my Mont Blanc High to your Humanity Low I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong In Harmonia Universali, this is your song Once you lived in the caves and under the trees Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze Remember I know you as the animal you are Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power Turn you into a robot or make you a flower But I prefer you just the way are A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star |
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3. | Christiania (Edvard Munch Commemoration) | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
{Edvard Munch in Christiania Painter in the poor capital of A spoon-like strip of land He painted a self portrait in Hell And herad Death speaking French His anguish is remembered And works of art extolled Munch} Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Himmeln den lave brenner et bål, men dere ser ikke opp Dere ser på meg med gröne fjes Aldri noensinne vil dere forst°a! Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Jeg hever blikket mot den synkende himmels flammer og dere ser, dere ser Dere ser mitt selvportrett i helvete {Death} Je suis venu pour recolter les malades Je suis venu pour fêter leurs maladies La misere me nouritt La misere me renforce Il n’y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades Il n’y pas de livre parmi les malades Succombs, mes enfants, à la nécessite de la mort Succombs, mes patients, à vortre humble docteur |
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4. | Epictetus & Irreversibility | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
(Epictetus, freed slave Turned stoic thinker Expelled from Rome for seeking virtue and wisdom In Nature, the city of gods He found his destiny In simplicity and dignity) --- What do I care about you, when all must die What does your face mean to me, when All my eyes can seize, must die What is your warmth to me, it will not last What about your hair, can it do What the atoms will, last What is the music, a drug forever falling What do you care about words, as you do What the bombs keep doing, fall What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die What are your smiling winds to me, when All their beauty and grace must die |
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5. | Dionysify This Night of Spring | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
(Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes - fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour) --- Mademoiselle, please enter this night of spring Undress to the sound of caressing chorals "Dionysify this night of spring", dionysified they sing The Aphrodite Loveroom glows with ruby walls I gently tie you up in a bondage so mild Your eyes float in the sea of red Bordeaux wine I kiss you all over, passion-drunk, passion-blind In the sea of white swims the albino crocodile I tenderly adore the taste of your she In this cathedral of cinnamon and sodomy Strong colours congregate on the altar canvas The motive of worship is your humid ass Mademoiselle, this night is all yours Choose from three thousand possible doors |
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6. | Red Music Diabolos | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) (DIabolos writes The Book of Rock Professor of Extreme Music Science At night in his lab The Beast bangs his head) |
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7. | Buy My Sperm | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
(Holy Virgin Mary Buy My Sperm) --- If you want and have the wealth to be free Maybe I can help you make another me Many things are possible and equally expensive A comfort for old age the advantage is extensive I don’t do visits but my nurses do Call them anytime and they get back to you It’s true what I’m telling you get best My cells make the highest prices in the West Healthy intellectual, well-built, writing verse Good with people, clean, talent for commerce So nice and caring you’ll get everything you need Credit card accepted for 5000 euro seed The A-bomb was a product of excellent sperm Next genocide courtesy of my firm |
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8. | Fraternité de la grande lumière | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ils m’ont crucifié pour le peuple, à la demande du peuple, à la demande du peuple Jamais personne n’a aimé, les ouvriers plus que moi, les ouvriers plus que moi Je semais la miséricorde et l’amour, et l’amour Je récoltais la mort pour l’amour que je donnais, je donnais [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection Nous cherchons la paix de la sagesse Nous cherchons la sagesse de la paix Protégez-nous du Mal du Monde Et mettez-nous à l’abri du Malheur [Lazare] Les ouvriers oublient aussi vite qu’ils apprennent, aussi vite qu’ils apprennent Crucifié par vengeance, crucifié par envie, crucifié par envie [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais |
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9. | The Liberation of Destiny | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
{Odin, god of poets and warriors One-eyed sage master of Munin Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak By fathers beyond the millennial night Tall old man, put down your spear Destiny is your name, here liberated} Liberation of Destiny, the tall old man Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke The tall old man, father of the species, hands of liberation Father of the species, he smokes cigars of stone Hands of liberation, he dominates posterity Hands of liberation, blue eyes observing He dominates posterity, liberation of destiny He dominates posterity, collecting the ashes Liberation of Destiny, the old man with glasses Liberation of Destiny, his law never dies The old man with glasses, he rules the nations The old man with glasses, makes cream out of bones He rules the nations, Liberation of Destiny He rules the nations, with cream on his lips Liberaration of Destiny, he lets the crow fly Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke He lets the crow fly, blue eyes observing He lets the crow fly, his law never dies |
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10. | Sonnenuntergang im Weltraum | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Apolon Song to the star That breeds and kills Unconquered Sun Object of cult The day you darken The gods too will darken} Grösster Stern, scheine auf mein Grab! Du bist nüde, nach einem zu langen Taf Du hast mein Gesicht ganz bestrahlt Wirst du morgen noch einmal aufgehen? An diesem Abend singe ich nur für dich Seit vielen Wintern und vielen Sommern Liest du dein Gedicht für die Erde ab Grösster Stern, aufbleibender Sonnengott! Wirst du dich an mich erinnern, wenn ich dort liege? Dann wirst du allein sein, allein wie ich! Vielleicht gehst du unter ein letztes Mal, Am Tag an dem ich sterbe, gehst du under mit mir Sonnenuntergang Im Weltraum - Unfassbare Sonne, scheine auf mein Grab! |
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01:00:17 |
In Harmonia Universali
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples |
Lazare | Vocals, Hammond organ, Grand piano, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 1, 5, 8), Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Kristian Krüger | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Sigurd Høye | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Producer |
Jan Kristofori | Artwork |
Asgeir Mickelson | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nutrisco et Extinguo | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
{Gebura, emanation of stength Purify my history With flames of justice Make me a man of equity and courage} (Jeg ble satt ut till ulver Jeg tvang keiseren i kne) Med brukkede rygger skal mesterne famle Se opp til nedlatende spir Gispe mot himler höyere Som skipene synker i svarte havner Som skorgene vitner mot solsvidd himmel Jeg er endkapens kjöl Det skoggrönne havet over deres hoder Jeg ernører meg av ild og utrydder mine fiender Troende, jeg er deres ledelse og nåde Dyrk deres frykt Slik kan jeg bli det dere frykter |
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2. | Mont Blanc Providence Crow | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
{Munin, memory of Odin: Destiny’s observer in the Midgard of men The Providence Crow knows who you are He cries from Mont Blanc to Midgard of Men} You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick I am the Destiny’s Bird, the Providence Crow from my Mont Blanc High to your Humanity Low I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong In Harmonia Universali, this is your song Once you lived in the caves and under the trees Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze Remember I know you as the animal you are Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power Turn you into a robot or make you a flower But I prefer you just the way are A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star |
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3. | Christiania (Edvard Munch Commemoration) | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
{Edvard Munch in Christiania Painter in the poor capital of A spoon-like strip of land He painted a self portrait in Hell And herad Death speaking French His anguish is remembered And works of art extolled Munch} Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Himmeln den lave brenner et bål, men dere ser ikke opp Dere ser på meg med gröne fjes Aldri noensinne vil dere forst°a! Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Jeg hever blikket mot den synkende himmels flammer og dere ser, dere ser Dere ser mitt selvportrett i helvete {Death} Je suis venu pour recolter les malades Je suis venu pour fêter leurs maladies La misere me nouritt La misere me renforce Il n’y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades Il n’y pas de livre parmi les malades Succombs, mes enfants, à la nécessite de la mort Succombs, mes patients, à vortre humble docteur |
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4. | Epictetus & Irreversibility | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
(Epictetus, freed slave Turned stoic thinker Expelled from Rome for seeking virtue and wisdom In Nature, the city of gods He found his destiny In simplicity and dignity) --- What do I care about you, when all must die What does your face mean to me, when All my eyes can seize, must die What is your warmth to me, it will not last What about your hair, can it do What the atoms will, last What is the music, a drug forever falling What do you care about words, as you do What the bombs keep doing, fall What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die What are your smiling winds to me, when All their beauty and grace must die |
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5. | Dionysify This Night of Spring | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
(Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes - fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour) --- Mademoiselle, please enter this night of spring Undress to the sound of caressing chorals "Dionysify this night of spring", dionysified they sing The Aphrodite Loveroom glows with ruby walls I gently tie you up in a bondage so mild Your eyes float in the sea of red Bordeaux wine I kiss you all over, passion-drunk, passion-blind In the sea of white swims the albino crocodile I tenderly adore the taste of your she In this cathedral of cinnamon and sodomy Strong colours congregate on the altar canvas The motive of worship is your humid ass Mademoiselle, this night is all yours Choose from three thousand possible doors |
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6. | Red Music Diabolos | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) (DIabolos writes The Book of Rock Professor of Extreme Music Science At night in his lab The Beast bangs his head) |
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7. | Buy My Sperm | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
(Holy Virgin Mary Buy My Sperm) --- If you want and have the wealth to be free Maybe I can help you make another me Many things are possible and equally expensive A comfort for old age the advantage is extensive I don’t do visits but my nurses do Call them anytime and they get back to you It’s true what I’m telling you get best My cells make the highest prices in the West Healthy intellectual, well-built, writing verse Good with people, clean, talent for commerce So nice and caring you’ll get everything you need Credit card accepted for 5000 euro seed The A-bomb was a product of excellent sperm Next genocide courtesy of my firm |
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8. | Fraternité de la grande lumière | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ils m’ont crucifié pour le peuple, à la demande du peuple, à la demande du peuple Jamais personne n’a aimé, les ouvriers plus que moi, les ouvriers plus que moi Je semais la miséricorde et l’amour, et l’amour Je récoltais la mort pour l’amour que je donnais, je donnais [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection Nous cherchons la paix de la sagesse Nous cherchons la sagesse de la paix Protégez-nous du Mal du Monde Et mettez-nous à l’abri du Malheur [Lazare] Les ouvriers oublient aussi vite qu’ils apprennent, aussi vite qu’ils apprennent Crucifié par vengeance, crucifié par envie, crucifié par envie [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais |
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9. | The Liberation of Destiny | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
{Odin, god of poets and warriors One-eyed sage master of Munin Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak By fathers beyond the millennial night Tall old man, put down your spear Destiny is your name, here liberated} Liberation of Destiny, the tall old man Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke The tall old man, father of the species, hands of liberation Father of the species, he smokes cigars of stone Hands of liberation, he dominates posterity Hands of liberation, blue eyes observing He dominates posterity, liberation of destiny He dominates posterity, collecting the ashes Liberation of Destiny, the old man with glasses Liberation of Destiny, his law never dies The old man with glasses, he rules the nations The old man with glasses, makes cream out of bones He rules the nations, Liberation of Destiny He rules the nations, with cream on his lips Liberaration of Destiny, he lets the crow fly Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke He lets the crow fly, blue eyes observing He lets the crow fly, his law never dies |
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10. | Sonnenuntergang im Weltraum | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Apolon Song to the star That breeds and kills Unconquered Sun Object of cult The day you darken The gods too will darken} Grösster Stern, scheine auf mein Grab! Du bist nüde, nach einem zu langen Taf Du hast mein Gesicht ganz bestrahlt Wirst du morgen noch einmal aufgehen? An diesem Abend singe ich nur für dich Seit vielen Wintern und vielen Sommern Liest du dein Gedicht für die Erde ab Grösster Stern, aufbleibender Sonnengott! Wirst du dich an mich erinnern, wenn ich dort liege? Dann wirst du allein sein, allein wie ich! Vielleicht gehst du unter ein letztes Mal, Am Tag an dem ich sterbe, gehst du under mit mir Sonnenuntergang Im Weltraum - Unfassbare Sonne, scheine auf mein Grab! |
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01:00:17 |
In Harmonia Universali
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples |
Lazare | Vocals, Hammond organ, Grand piano, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 1, 5, 8), Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Kristian Krüger | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Sigurd Høye | Vocals (choirs) (tracks 3, 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Producer |
Jan Kristofori | Artwork |
Asgeir Mickelson | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nutrisco et Extinguo | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
{Gebura, emanation of stength Purify my history With flames of justice Make me a man of equity and courage} (Jeg ble satt ut till ulver Jeg tvang keiseren i kne) Med brukkede rygger skal mesterne famle Se opp til nedlatende spir Gispe mot himler höyere Som skipene synker i svarte havner Som skorgene vitner mot solsvidd himmel Jeg er endkapens kjöl Det skoggrönne havet over deres hoder Jeg ernører meg av ild og utrydder mine fiender Troende, jeg er deres ledelse og nåde Dyrk deres frykt Slik kan jeg bli det dere frykter |
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2. | Mont Blanc Providence Crow | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
{Munin, memory of Odin: Destiny’s observer in the Midgard of men The Providence Crow knows who you are He cries from Mont Blanc to Midgard of Men} You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick I am the Destiny’s Bird, the Providence Crow from my Mont Blanc High to your Humanity Low I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong In Harmonia Universali, this is your song Once you lived in the caves and under the trees Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze Remember I know you as the animal you are Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power Turn you into a robot or make you a flower But I prefer you just the way are A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star |
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3. | Christiania (Edvard Munch Commemoration) | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
{Edvard Munch in Christiania Painter in the poor capital of A spoon-like strip of land He painted a self portrait in Hell And herad Death speaking French His anguish is remembered And works of art extolled Munch} Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Himmeln den lave brenner et bål, men dere ser ikke opp Dere ser på meg med gröne fjes Aldri noensinne vil dere forst°a! Beboere av Christiania, föl min angst! Jeg hever blikket mot den synkende himmels flammer og dere ser, dere ser Dere ser mitt selvportrett i helvete {Death} Je suis venu pour recolter les malades Je suis venu pour fêter leurs maladies La misere me nouritt La misere me renforce Il n’y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades Il n’y pas de livre parmi les malades Succombs, mes enfants, à la nécessite de la mort Succombs, mes patients, à vortre humble docteur |
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4. | Epictetus & Irreversibility | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
(Epictetus, freed slave Turned stoic thinker Expelled from Rome for seeking virtue and wisdom In Nature, the city of gods He found his destiny In simplicity and dignity) --- What do I care about you, when all must die What does your face mean to me, when All my eyes can seize, must die What is your warmth to me, it will not last What about your hair, can it do What the atoms will, last What is the music, a drug forever falling What do you care about words, as you do What the bombs keep doing, fall What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die What are your smiling winds to me, when All their beauty and grace must die |
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5. | Dionysify This Night of Spring | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
(Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes - fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour) --- Mademoiselle, please enter this night of spring Undress to the sound of caressing chorals "Dionysify this night of spring", dionysified they sing The Aphrodite Loveroom glows with ruby walls I gently tie you up in a bondage so mild Your eyes float in the sea of red Bordeaux wine I kiss you all over, passion-drunk, passion-blind In the sea of white swims the albino crocodile I tenderly adore the taste of your she In this cathedral of cinnamon and sodomy Strong colours congregate on the altar canvas The motive of worship is your humid ass Mademoiselle, this night is all yours Choose from three thousand possible doors |
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6. | Red Music Diabolos | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) (DIabolos writes The Book of Rock Professor of Extreme Music Science At night in his lab The Beast bangs his head) |
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7. | Buy My Sperm | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
(Holy Virgin Mary Buy My Sperm) --- If you want and have the wealth to be free Maybe I can help you make another me Many things are possible and equally expensive A comfort for old age the advantage is extensive I don’t do visits but my nurses do Call them anytime and they get back to you It’s true what I’m telling you get best My cells make the highest prices in the West Healthy intellectual, well-built, writing verse Good with people, clean, talent for commerce So nice and caring you’ll get everything you need Credit card accepted for 5000 euro seed The A-bomb was a product of excellent sperm Next genocide courtesy of my firm |
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8. | Fraternité de la grande lumière | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ils m’ont crucifié pour le peuple, à la demande du peuple, à la demande du peuple Jamais personne n’a aimé, les ouvriers plus que moi, les ouvriers plus que moi Je semais la miséricorde et l’amour, et l’amour Je récoltais la mort pour l’amour que je donnais, je donnais [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection Nous cherchons la paix de la sagesse Nous cherchons la sagesse de la paix Protégez-nous du Mal du Monde Et mettez-nous à l’abri du Malheur [Lazare] Les ouvriers oublient aussi vite qu’ils apprennent, aussi vite qu’ils apprennent Crucifié par vengeance, crucifié par envie, crucifié par envie [Cornelius] Frères et Soeurs de la Grande Lumière Unissez-vous avec moi invocation Invoquons Dieu, l’Être Suprême Invoquons Yahvé, Maître et Seigneur Bénissez-nous de Sagesse et d’Amour Bénissez-nous des êtres imparfaits En toi nous trouvons l’Harmonie Universelle Sois bénit, Garant de Perfection [Lazare] Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais Ouvriers ne m’oublier jamais jamais |
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9. | The Liberation of Destiny | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
{Odin, god of poets and warriors One-eyed sage master of Munin Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak By fathers beyond the millennial night Tall old man, put down your spear Destiny is your name, here liberated} Liberation of Destiny, the tall old man Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke The tall old man, father of the species, hands of liberation Father of the species, he smokes cigars of stone Hands of liberation, he dominates posterity Hands of liberation, blue eyes observing He dominates posterity, liberation of destiny He dominates posterity, collecting the ashes Liberation of Destiny, the old man with glasses Liberation of Destiny, his law never dies The old man with glasses, he rules the nations The old man with glasses, makes cream out of bones He rules the nations, Liberation of Destiny He rules the nations, with cream on his lips Liberaration of Destiny, he lets the crow fly Liberation of Destiny, in a hall of smoke He lets the crow fly, blue eyes observing He lets the crow fly, his law never dies |
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10. | Sonnenuntergang im Weltraum | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Apolon Song to the star That breeds and kills Unconquered Sun Object of cult The day you darken The gods too will darken} Grösster Stern, scheine auf mein Grab! Du bist nüde, nach einem zu langen Taf Du hast mein Gesicht ganz bestrahlt Wirst du morgen noch einmal aufgehen? An diesem Abend singe ich nur für dich Seit vielen Wintern und vielen Sommern Liest du dein Gedicht für die Erde ab Grösster Stern, aufbleibender Sonnengott! Wirst du dich an mich erinnern, wenn ich dort liege? Dann wirst du allein sein, allein wie ich! Vielleicht gehst du unter ein letztes Mal, Am Tag an dem ich sterbe, gehst du under mit mir Sonnenuntergang Im Weltraum - Unfassbare Sonne, scheine auf mein Grab! |
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01:00:17 |
Red for Fire: An Icelandic Odyssey Part I
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 5) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1-5, 7-9) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1-5, 8-9) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (track 1) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (track 10) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sun I Call | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Sun I call burning wheel Sword I call wolf of steel Star I call sword of light Rune I call sign in stone Man I call tree that thinks Earth I call grave of men God I call not of earth Sky I call home of gods Sea I call flock of waves Ship I call horse at sea Mount I call giant dead Wind I call Midgard’s breath Life I call kiss of gods Fire I call wrath of life Love I call lust for more Child I call made of love Name I call eternal life Worth I call what lives on Law I call hard as Hel Fear I call unjust law King I call head of men Queen I call pride of king Dream I call what is not Time I call Odin’s dream World I call Yggdrasil Death I call end of all |
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2. | Survival of the Outlaw | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
As a hungry wolf with an old man’s teeth I run Freezing cold in caves, forever crushing the sun The daylight and all time when the weather is clear I live in night and darkness, that’s why I’m still here Iceland was my home with seals in the fjords My winter’s only thought is fleeing from the hordes They may come anytime to kill me like a dog Always on guard I pray for another day of fog As the outlaw am I shout at the mighty Thor Greatest god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me home where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within the Chieftain’s walls Drown his treacherous wife the adulterous Queen Who told the King what a rapist I had been She lied she was wrong she asked me to seduce her In her games of sex I was bound to be the loser She harmed her husband’s skald, caused the poet’s disgrace Outlawed at Althingi, I can never show my face At Reykjanes again, lest I want to endure All the evils she accused me of doing to her More bone than man, I hail the gods of the North Avenge my injustices, I beg you to come forth Misfortune loves both fool and wise For seven winters I have strayed the land of ice A master of the word and a man of the sword Of tongue and steel many times I proved to be lord Gods of the North, I beg you come forth More bone than man Odin I hail you As a slave on the run I must stay out of sight Allfather make my destiny right That in none of the worlds whose number is nine Another innocent must suffer a fate like mine As the outlaw I am I shout at might Thor Great god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me to Reykjavik where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within my Chieftain’s walls |
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3. | Where Birds Have Never Been | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
I walked towards Reykjavik as always alone When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone Down into their underworld where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone "You come from way above and shall prove your worth This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth A victim of Destiny is what you claim to be If you’ve been wronged then for sure you’ll be free But if your prove too weak to accept your fate That means your freedom will forever have to wait Only dwarves will know your all-too human shame Only small men will speak your dishonoured name You’ll stay in the underworld where birds have never been Among gold and silver the weirdest things ever seen In the dim timelessness where only spiders mate It might take you a thousand years to honour your fate Thnk of Destiny for each rust-red drop that falls On your brow while you stare at these stately walls You must teach your stomach to let go of its greed Your throat will learn to abate its strong need You’ll ask if life is an illness if you can be cured In the end if you make it your story might be heard The day you can bear the clothes Destiny gave to you Then we can give you the powers see you stay true You’ll be free to leave this place deprived of life and light Climb up towards the white sun to take up your great fight You’ll speak like a god before the cheering masses You’ll stand like a cliff in the stream of time that passes Choose right over wrong there’s nothing in between Never be haughty or spiteful stay calm and serene Drink the wine of winners live with pride in the sun As a man of the sword and a master of the word Not as a wild wolf forever on the run Whose life’s an illness that cannot be cured Remember your friends where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest dwarves ever seen We shall stay behind in this mine of wisdom and gold When leaving the Underworld be strong and bold As you climb through the stone you’ll again be all alone" Thus spake the silver dwarf from his mighty dark throne |
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4. | Bragi | 01:18 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Disa the Queen Dreams of the Skald Roaming the ridges Haukur the King The hated husband His love is lost |
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5. | White Frost Queen | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The wheel of light sets another day Glowing in the Water of Reykjavik bay The ground has grown wight with nightly frost The town is a wake at the sullen gloom’s cost Odin has granted Icelander’s the light To sharpen their swords, to show off their might For another day in the bay of smoke Where virtue is strong and weaknesses choke A king on his throne and a queen by his side The ruler of men and his principal pride A blade his companion, the crown his duty The lady he reveres, her radiant beauty -Oh queen, grant my wish, make me calm and serene Please stay by my side, never fly from our scene I rule this cold land and I herd my flock I worship the gods on this volcanic rock But might makes me weary and you are the cure You keep me strong, that is your allure Deceitful queen in the land of cold Smiles to her king, keeps her story untold |
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6. | There Is Need | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
THERE IS NEED THERE IS NEED WHO TO KILL WHO TO KILL THERE IS MEAD THERE IS MEAD THERE IS ILL WHO IS ILL I MUST FEED WHO MUST FEED I FEEL BAD I FEEL BAD THERE IS GREED THERE IS GREED WHO IS MAD THERE IS MAD Haaah-ha-hahaha! Bragi skald That is you Eg lysar deg i bann That is you Aldri meir kjem du att Til Reykjavik That is you Eller du må døya That is you I AM DEAD I AM DEAD SUN I CALL SUN I CALL GO DOWN RED GO DOWN RED END OF ALL END OF ALL |
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7. | Prayer of a Son (Poem) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
Prayer of a Son You are my tree of life The nine worlds of manhood I drink to you, my father I was like the apple in the hands of the giants Once you were small, small like me Once you were the son of a man who was the son of a man My father, my eyes bleed as you age Stay on the screen on which the worlds are shown Stay in the hole where I was safe Protect me, father Protect me from the evils I cannot combat alone |
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8. | Crater of the Valkyries | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
I have not tasted bread for weeks Snow is what I eat and drink My saga the saga of hunger and need The father of my father ancestors of my kin The skald told the story of my house Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be Skald through the runes Let Fate decide If you shall live or die Fall into the volcano Or still suffer under the stars Skald do you see the raven Munin is its name It turns the rune That would have you Fall into the flame Skald do you see The raven by your side As you throw the runes To settle life or death Are you still to see The blue of the sky Or shall you fall into the fire Of the mighty volcano Hekla The raven turns The rune of your fate You shall live for vengeance To have justice done Return to Reykjavik To the hall of your king Show them what you have suffered Be the man you were Father of my father Ancestors of my kin You had mead to drink And meat to eat You lived in crafted halls And sacrificed to the gods You sailed black longships With red shields and dragon heads Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders I am the memory of all Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be |
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9. | Sea I Called | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Sun I called burning wheel Sword I called wolf of steel Star I called sword of light Rune I called sign in stone Man I called tree that thinks Earth I called grave of men God I called not of earth Sky I called home of gods Sea I called flock of waves Ship I called horse at sea Mount I called giant dead Wind I called Midgard’s breath Life I called kiss of gods Fire I called wrath of life Love I called lust for more Child I called made of love Name I called eternal life Worth I called what lives on Law I called hard as Hel Fear I called unjust law King I called head of men Queen I called pride of king Dream I called what is not Time I called Odin’s dream World I called Yggdrasil Death I called end of all |
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10. | Lokasenna | 05:39 | |
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54:20 |
Red for Fire: An Icelandic Odyssey Part I
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 5) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1-5, 7-9) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1-5, 8-9) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (track 1) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (track 10) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Sun I Call | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Sun I call burning wheel Sword I call wolf of steel Star I call sword of light Rune I call sign in stone Man I call tree that thinks Earth I call grave of men God I call not of earth Sky I call home of gods Sea I call flock of waves Ship I call horse at sea Mount I call giant dead Wind I call Midgard’s breath Life I call kiss of gods Fire I call wrath of life Love I call lust for more Child I call made of love Name I call eternal life Worth I call what lives on Law I call hard as Hel Fear I call unjust law King I call head of men Queen I call pride of king Dream I call what is not Time I call Odin’s dream World I call Yggdrasil Death I call end of all |
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2. | Survival of the Outlaw | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
As a hungry wolf with an old man’s teeth I run Freezing cold in caves, forever crushing the sun The daylight and all time when the weather is clear I live in night and darkness, that’s why I’m still here Iceland was my home with seals in the fjords My winter’s only thought is fleeing from the hordes They may come anytime to kill me like a dog Always on guard I pray for another day of fog As the outlaw am I shout at the mighty Thor Greatest god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me home where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within the Chieftain’s walls Drown his treacherous wife the adulterous Queen Who told the King what a rapist I had been She lied she was wrong she asked me to seduce her In her games of sex I was bound to be the loser She harmed her husband’s skald, caused the poet’s disgrace Outlawed at Althingi, I can never show my face At Reykjanes again, lest I want to endure All the evils she accused me of doing to her More bone than man, I hail the gods of the North Avenge my injustices, I beg you to come forth Misfortune loves both fool and wise For seven winters I have strayed the land of ice A master of the word and a man of the sword Of tongue and steel many times I proved to be lord Gods of the North, I beg you come forth More bone than man Odin I hail you As a slave on the run I must stay out of sight Allfather make my destiny right That in none of the worlds whose number is nine Another innocent must suffer a fate like mine As the outlaw I am I shout at might Thor Great god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me to Reykjavik where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within my Chieftain’s walls |
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Side B | |||
3. | Where Birds Have Never Been | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
I walked towards Reykjavik as always alone When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone Down into their underworld where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone "You come from way above and shall prove your worth This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth A victim of Destiny is what you claim to be If you’ve been wronged then for sure you’ll be free But if your prove too weak to accept your fate That means your freedom will forever have to wait Only dwarves will know your all-too human shame Only small men will speak your dishonoured name You’ll stay in the underworld where birds have never been Among gold and silver the weirdest things ever seen In the dim timelessness where only spiders mate It might take you a thousand years to honour your fate Thnk of Destiny for each rust-red drop that falls On your brow while you stare at these stately walls You must teach your stomach to let go of its greed Your throat will learn to abate its strong need You’ll ask if life is an illness if you can be cured In the end if you make it your story might be heard The day you can bear the clothes Destiny gave to you Then we can give you the powers see you stay true You’ll be free to leave this place deprived of life and light Climb up towards the white sun to take up your great fight You’ll speak like a god before the cheering masses You’ll stand like a cliff in the stream of time that passes Choose right over wrong there’s nothing in between Never be haughty or spiteful stay calm and serene Drink the wine of winners live with pride in the sun As a man of the sword and a master of the word Not as a wild wolf forever on the run Whose life’s an illness that cannot be cured Remember your friends where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest dwarves ever seen We shall stay behind in this mine of wisdom and gold When leaving the Underworld be strong and bold As you climb through the stone you’ll again be all alone" Thus spake the silver dwarf from his mighty dark throne |
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4. | Bragi | 01:18 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Disa the Queen Dreams of the Skald Roaming the ridges Haukur the King The hated husband His love is lost |
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5. | White Frost Queen | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The wheel of light sets another day Glowing in the Water of Reykjavik bay The ground has grown wight with nightly frost The town is a wake at the sullen gloom’s cost Odin has granted Icelander’s the light To sharpen their swords, to show off their might For another day in the bay of smoke Where virtue is strong and weaknesses choke A king on his throne and a queen by his side The ruler of men and his principal pride A blade his companion, the crown his duty The lady he reveres, her radiant beauty -Oh queen, grant my wish, make me calm and serene Please stay by my side, never fly from our scene I rule this cold land and I herd my flock I worship the gods on this volcanic rock But might makes me weary and you are the cure You keep me strong, that is your allure Deceitful queen in the land of cold Smiles to her king, keeps her story untold |
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27:06 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | There Is Need | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
THERE IS NEED THERE IS NEED WHO TO KILL WHO TO KILL THERE IS MEAD THERE IS MEAD THERE IS ILL WHO IS ILL I MUST FEED WHO MUST FEED I FEEL BAD I FEEL BAD THERE IS GREED THERE IS GREED WHO IS MAD THERE IS MAD Haaah-ha-hahaha! Bragi skald That is you Eg lysar deg i bann That is you Aldri meir kjem du att Til Reykjavik That is you Eller du må døya That is you I AM DEAD I AM DEAD SUN I CALL SUN I CALL GO DOWN RED GO DOWN RED END OF ALL END OF ALL |
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2. | Prayer of a Son (Poem) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
Prayer of a Son You are my tree of life The nine worlds of manhood I drink to you, my father I was like the apple in the hands of the giants Once you were small, small like me Once you were the son of a man who was the son of a man My father, my eyes bleed as you age Stay on the screen on which the worlds are shown Stay in the hole where I was safe Protect me, father Protect me from the evils I cannot combat alone |
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3. | Crater of the Valkyries | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
I have not tasted bread for weeks Snow is what I eat and drink My saga the saga of hunger and need The father of my father ancestors of my kin The skald told the story of my house Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be Skald through the runes Let Fate decide If you shall live or die Fall into the volcano Or still suffer under the stars Skald do you see the raven Munin is its name It turns the rune That would have you Fall into the flame Skald do you see The raven by your side As you throw the runes To settle life or death Are you still to see The blue of the sky Or shall you fall into the fire Of the mighty volcano Hekla The raven turns The rune of your fate You shall live for vengeance To have justice done Return to Reykjavik To the hall of your king Show them what you have suffered Be the man you were Father of my father Ancestors of my kin You had mead to drink And meat to eat You lived in crafted halls And sacrificed to the gods You sailed black longships With red shields and dragon heads Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders I am the memory of all Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sea I Called | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Sun I called burning wheel Sword I called wolf of steel Star I called sword of light Rune I called sign in stone Man I called tree that thinks Earth I called grave of men God I called not of earth Sky I called home of gods Sea I called flock of waves Ship I called horse at sea Mount I called giant dead Wind I called Midgard’s breath Life I called kiss of gods Fire I called wrath of life Love I called lust for more Child I called made of love Name I called eternal life Worth I called what lives on Law I called hard as Hel Fear I called unjust law King I called head of men Queen I called pride of king Dream I called what is not Time I called Odin’s dream World I called Yggdrasil Death I called end of all |
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5. | Lokasenna | 05:39 | |
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27:14 |
Red for Fire: An Icelandic Odyssey Part I
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 5) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1-5, 7-9) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1-5, 8-9) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (track 1) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (track 10) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sun I Call | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Sun I call burning wheel Sword I call wolf of steel Star I call sword of light Rune I call sign in stone Man I call tree that thinks Earth I call grave of men God I call not of earth Sky I call home of gods Sea I call flock of waves Ship I call horse at sea Mount I call giant dead Wind I call Midgard’s breath Life I call kiss of gods Fire I call wrath of life Love I call lust for more Child I call made of love Name I call eternal life Worth I call what lives on Law I call hard as Hel Fear I call unjust law King I call head of men Queen I call pride of king Dream I call what is not Time I call Odin’s dream World I call Yggdrasil Death I call end of all |
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2. | Survival of the Outlaw | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
As a hungry wolf with an old man’s teeth I run Freezing cold in caves, forever crushing the sun The daylight and all time when the weather is clear I live in night and darkness, that’s why I’m still here Iceland was my home with seals in the fjords My winter’s only thought is fleeing from the hordes They may come anytime to kill me like a dog Always on guard I pray for another day of fog As the outlaw am I shout at the mighty Thor Greatest god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me home where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within the Chieftain’s walls Drown his treacherous wife the adulterous Queen Who told the King what a rapist I had been She lied she was wrong she asked me to seduce her In her games of sex I was bound to be the loser She harmed her husband’s skald, caused the poet’s disgrace Outlawed at Althingi, I can never show my face At Reykjanes again, lest I want to endure All the evils she accused me of doing to her More bone than man, I hail the gods of the North Avenge my injustices, I beg you to come forth Misfortune loves both fool and wise For seven winters I have strayed the land of ice A master of the word and a man of the sword Of tongue and steel many times I proved to be lord Gods of the North, I beg you come forth More bone than man Odin I hail you As a slave on the run I must stay out of sight Allfather make my destiny right That in none of the worlds whose number is nine Another innocent must suffer a fate like mine As the outlaw I am I shout at might Thor Great god of thunder I can’t take it anymore Take me to Reykjavik where smoke rises from the halls Make me welcome again within my Chieftain’s walls |
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3. | Where Birds Have Never Been | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
I walked towards Reykjavik as always alone When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone Down into their underworld where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone "You come from way above and shall prove your worth This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth A victim of Destiny is what you claim to be If you’ve been wronged then for sure you’ll be free But if your prove too weak to accept your fate That means your freedom will forever have to wait Only dwarves will know your all-too human shame Only small men will speak your dishonoured name You’ll stay in the underworld where birds have never been Among gold and silver the weirdest things ever seen In the dim timelessness where only spiders mate It might take you a thousand years to honour your fate Thnk of Destiny for each rust-red drop that falls On your brow while you stare at these stately walls You must teach your stomach to let go of its greed Your throat will learn to abate its strong need You’ll ask if life is an illness if you can be cured In the end if you make it your story might be heard The day you can bear the clothes Destiny gave to you Then we can give you the powers see you stay true You’ll be free to leave this place deprived of life and light Climb up towards the white sun to take up your great fight You’ll speak like a god before the cheering masses You’ll stand like a cliff in the stream of time that passes Choose right over wrong there’s nothing in between Never be haughty or spiteful stay calm and serene Drink the wine of winners live with pride in the sun As a man of the sword and a master of the word Not as a wild wolf forever on the run Whose life’s an illness that cannot be cured Remember your friends where birds have never been Wickedness and wonders the weirdest dwarves ever seen We shall stay behind in this mine of wisdom and gold When leaving the Underworld be strong and bold As you climb through the stone you’ll again be all alone" Thus spake the silver dwarf from his mighty dark throne |
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4. | Bragi | 01:18 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Disa the Queen Dreams of the Skald Roaming the ridges Haukur the King The hated husband His love is lost |
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5. | White Frost Queen | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The wheel of light sets another day Glowing in the Water of Reykjavik bay The ground has grown wight with nightly frost The town is a wake at the sullen gloom’s cost Odin has granted Icelander’s the light To sharpen their swords, to show off their might For another day in the bay of smoke Where virtue is strong and weaknesses choke A king on his throne and a queen by his side The ruler of men and his principal pride A blade his companion, the crown his duty The lady he reveres, her radiant beauty -Oh queen, grant my wish, make me calm and serene Please stay by my side, never fly from our scene I rule this cold land and I herd my flock I worship the gods on this volcanic rock But might makes me weary and you are the cure You keep me strong, that is your allure Deceitful queen in the land of cold Smiles to her king, keeps her story untold |
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6. | There Is Need | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
THERE IS NEED THERE IS NEED WHO TO KILL WHO TO KILL THERE IS MEAD THERE IS MEAD THERE IS ILL WHO IS ILL I MUST FEED WHO MUST FEED I FEEL BAD I FEEL BAD THERE IS GREED THERE IS GREED WHO IS MAD THERE IS MAD Haaah-ha-hahaha! Bragi skald That is you Eg lysar deg i bann That is you Aldri meir kjem du att Til Reykjavik That is you Eller du må døya That is you I AM DEAD I AM DEAD SUN I CALL SUN I CALL GO DOWN RED GO DOWN RED END OF ALL END OF ALL |
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7. | Prayer of a Son (Poem) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
Prayer of a Son You are my tree of life The nine worlds of manhood I drink to you, my father I was like the apple in the hands of the giants Once you were small, small like me Once you were the son of a man who was the son of a man My father, my eyes bleed as you age Stay on the screen on which the worlds are shown Stay in the hole where I was safe Protect me, father Protect me from the evils I cannot combat alone |
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8. | Crater of the Valkyries | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
I have not tasted bread for weeks Snow is what I eat and drink My saga the saga of hunger and need The father of my father ancestors of my kin The skald told the story of my house Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be Skald through the runes Let Fate decide If you shall live or die Fall into the volcano Or still suffer under the stars Skald do you see the raven Munin is its name It turns the rune That would have you Fall into the flame Skald do you see The raven by your side As you throw the runes To settle life or death Are you still to see The blue of the sky Or shall you fall into the fire Of the mighty volcano Hekla The raven turns The rune of your fate You shall live for vengeance To have justice done Return to Reykjavik To the hall of your king Show them what you have suffered Be the man you were Father of my father Ancestors of my kin You had mead to drink And meat to eat You lived in crafted halls And sacrificed to the gods You sailed black longships With red shields and dragon heads Here I lie like a dead man A weak wreck of no worth At the Crater of the Valkyries The angels of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black wings on their shoulders I am the memory of all Helmets hide white faces They will take me to Valhalla Not as a warrior Hall of Od Skald I be |
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9. | Sea I Called | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Sun I called burning wheel Sword I called wolf of steel Star I called sword of light Rune I called sign in stone Man I called tree that thinks Earth I called grave of men God I called not of earth Sky I called home of gods Sea I called flock of waves Ship I called horse at sea Mount I called giant dead Wind I called Midgard’s breath Life I called kiss of gods Fire I called wrath of life Love I called lust for more Child I called made of love Name I called eternal life Worth I called what lives on Law I called hard as Hel Fear I called unjust law King I called head of men Queen I called pride of king Dream I called what is not Time I called Odin’s dream World I called Yggdrasil Death I called end of all |
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10. | Lokasenna | 05:39 | |
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54:20 |
Black for Death: An Icelandic Odyssey Part II
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Trickster G. | Vocals (track 8) |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8-10, 12) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 12) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 10) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (tracks 7, 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Red for Fire + Black for Death | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
Remember me bastard for my years in the ice Do you see me your victim of old I have waited for revenge to turn cold I have explored the world to find the place you hide Rooted out of your rathole this is your last ride Red for Fire + Black for Death The dark horns of vengeance are about to be blown In retribution reborn from the forests unknown I heard the feeble screams of lost pride and dignity After a thousand years comes liberation of destiny Deathlike silence Deathlike silence will rule In the rooms of your cave Euronymous Prince of Death You shall dance on their grave I’ve rejected the rules of hands and heart I raped and pillaged the darkest art It’s toughened hardened a bastard child grown strong May it linger after me as a saga in song Stay written in runes on the black metal sword May it some day save a Viking of my horde Red for Fire + Black for Death Red for fire endure the Iron Law Black for death an outlaw’s revenge in the raw |
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2. | Queen in the Bay of Smoke | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Treacherous queen Who abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spear in my hand To my burning eyes Your halls are made of glass Treacherous queen You abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spearhead in my heart To my burning eyes Your walls are made of glass The age of the heroes A distant memory The Iron Law rules Iceland Evil kings faithless queens Who hides in the Bay of Smoke Nothing goes unpunished Look where you step You might tread on me Queen in the Bay of Smoke Bring supplies For the worst of your winters I shall wear your pain As a golden crown Whe shall crawl the tunnels In the dark of the Underworld A million midgets are waiting for you Queen in the Bay of Smoke I tasted your beauty You threw me to the dogs I walked as a wolf among the dogs I walked as a god among the slaves Queen in the Bay of Smoke I mørket under jorden ligger dvergenes gruver Den hvite dronning faller i Regins svarte hull Skalden søker en konges skamhevn Dronningen dulgt i småfolkets berg Dvergene stimler om fagermøya sammen Skrekk står å se i Berg-Disas blikk Hva vondt har jeg gjort? Hvor tar du meg hen? Tåresalt drysser på gulvert av gull Her skal du bli svikefulle kvinne Ta skalden til mann og skammen i hug |
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3. | Silver Dwarf | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
I am your friend from way down Trapped in a dark forever Silver Dwarf This place is dead Silver Dwarf Night everywhere Chained to the Tree of Death I see no birds no life Silver Dwarf This is my home Only these walls know my face This is the mine where I am stuck Silver Dwarf Bowels of greed Silver Dwarf Once filled with gold Friend from the Land of Light Help me out of darkness Silver Dwarf Horses pull me apart Silver Dwarf Under the earth I wish to be strong But I was born in a mine Silver Dwarf Never allowed to leave Silver Dwarf Cellar of life I will dig my way out of here The Silver Dwarf will see the sun Silver Dwarf A closed infinity Silver Dwarf Nothing to lose I am your friend from way down Spiders eat me Silver Dwarf Sunlight and glory Silver Dwarf I will make my way up there |
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4. | Underworld | 01:15 | instrumental |
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5. | Necrodyssey | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
The black art’s dead can’t you feel the foul smell Ten years ago THE CORPSES gave us hell Now the scene’s changed we’re still around The vampires lie six feet deep into the ground We have engineered a MEDIEVAL WAR MACHINE Come with us corpse feel your own medicine Now listen to me to the end of the story We claim what is ours we HUNGER for glory Ja you were right music IS war Now show me the TRUTH that you’ve fought for It isn’t very much if NOTHING AT ALL Toss those remains into the Chieftain’s hall Let everybody witness the state of your carcass All of you devils who wanted to mark us Come on brand your iron I BET YOU it is cold Let’s see how hard you are growing up and old The winters of Norway have frozen your brains At every living thought you SCREAM in seven pains As Necrophisto I speak the Deity of Hell Spellbound I will have you tremble to the bell Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND Give up your life the rags that were you You’ll feed the snakes all the time to stay true Thank you for all now give up the crown Our law is here WE RULE YOUR MIND WITH SOUND Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND |
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6. | Allfathers | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas Dirty bearded men who slept in the snow Can you feel the beauty of Iceland still? Eagles and icebergs The white nights of the North I will fight for your legend Never forgotten Combat for your honour Protect my kin Allfathers ancestors What you were I want to be What you were look at me Tell me what you see Do you see a son in me Or just another man I am the son of a man Who was the son of a man I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour What you were I want to be Now look at me what do you see Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour Steel in my hand Hatred in my eyes Don’t you touch what is mine Spoil what I hold dear Defile what I love Smear pure with impure Or I shall avenge with sword and axe Till Hel decides who she wants To burn |
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7. | Lokasenna Part 2 | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "Heile, aser! heile, aasynjur! og alle hog-heilage gudar! utan den eine som innar der sit, Brage, paa benken sin." Bragi: "Av egni mi gjev eg oyk og sverd deg, og ein ring endaa Brage boter: at du ikkje aasom di ovund syner; arge dei ikkje aat deg." |
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8. | Loki Trickster God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Seven years of pain for one night of joy Loki tricked the lovers with a vicious ploy He spoke to the queen in his softest voice Told her he would give her the following choice Either you were raped by the skald of the king Death upon the man who would do you such a thing! - Or you cheated on your husband, striking him down - Both you and your poet will be sentenced to drown! The queen was all tears, feared for her life, ’Outlaw the skald, surrender him to strife, But save our skin, no one should die for love!’ Loki stared at the queen with want in his eyes Thought ’ A god born of giants, I lust for the queen! I’ll make sure this time there’s no poet in between!’ Said ’From this day and onwards let Loki be the one, Your god and your beast, your father and your son, Cherish me with kisses and honour me with pleasure, Give in to me, and I’ll protect you as my treasure! But if you reveal who I am, or disclose what I have said, Both the skald and you will sink to the abyss of the dead! Garm the Fog of Hel will eat your heart and liver, Even when cold you’ll tremble and shiver For the rotten goddess and her hungry beast Unless you join Loki the Trickster’s nightly feast’ |
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9. | Spoken to the End of All (Poem) | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Spoken to the end of all You are eyes You are heart You are bone You are head I am signs I am stones I am steel I am blood Spoken to the end of all Runes reveal What darkness hid |
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10. | Dark Waves Dying | 03:55 | instrumental |
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11. | Lokasenna Part 3 | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "For slike slag du snaur plar vera som øykjer og armringar; av alle æser som inne her er, du er i vig varast og skjerrast for skot." Bragi: "Var eg utanfor Æges-halli so nær deg som no: hovudet ditt eg i handi mi bar; daa læta du fekk for di lygn." |
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12. | Sagateller | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon never dies In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Red words for black thoughts, you cannot be blamed No name is a secret, no secret is unnamed The sagas you tell mankind teach them about fate Songs and legends from times of love and hate When the words of Odin’s art resound through the horn Heroes and Giants of the ancient epics are reborn In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Skald: The eyes of the universe, the witness of time Heart and head tied together in rhytm and rhyme The fury of enemies the madness of the young There is no thing in the world that is not in your song Under the silver of a thousand moons The book of your life was written with runes Would you know the future of your kin How White Christ and Black Death were going to win The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the toil they through Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Sagateller Dragonkiller O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon that never dies The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true |
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50:39 |
Black for Death: An Icelandic Odyssey Part II
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Samples, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Trickster G. | Vocals (track 8) |
Aggie "Frost" Peterson | Vocals (female) (track 8) |
Sareeta | Violin (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8-10, 12) |
Live Julianne Kostøl | Cello (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 12) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 10) |
Jörmundur Ingi | Vocals (female) (tracks 7, 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Trine Paulsen | Design, Photography |
Kim Sølve | Design, Photography |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording, Engineering, Editing |
Morten Lund | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Mixing |
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1. | Red for Fire + Black for Death | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
Remember me bastard for my years in the ice Do you see me your victim of old I have waited for revenge to turn cold I have explored the world to find the place you hide Rooted out of your rathole this is your last ride Red for Fire + Black for Death The dark horns of vengeance are about to be blown In retribution reborn from the forests unknown I heard the feeble screams of lost pride and dignity After a thousand years comes liberation of destiny Deathlike silence Deathlike silence will rule In the rooms of your cave Euronymous Prince of Death You shall dance on their grave I’ve rejected the rules of hands and heart I raped and pillaged the darkest art It’s toughened hardened a bastard child grown strong May it linger after me as a saga in song Stay written in runes on the black metal sword May it some day save a Viking of my horde Red for Fire + Black for Death Red for fire endure the Iron Law Black for death an outlaw’s revenge in the raw |
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2. | Queen in the Bay of Smoke | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Treacherous queen Who abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spear in my hand To my burning eyes Your halls are made of glass Treacherous queen You abused my good faith I will take you Where birds have never been A knife in my belt A spearhead in my heart To my burning eyes Your walls are made of glass The age of the heroes A distant memory The Iron Law rules Iceland Evil kings faithless queens Who hides in the Bay of Smoke Nothing goes unpunished Look where you step You might tread on me Queen in the Bay of Smoke Bring supplies For the worst of your winters I shall wear your pain As a golden crown Whe shall crawl the tunnels In the dark of the Underworld A million midgets are waiting for you Queen in the Bay of Smoke I tasted your beauty You threw me to the dogs I walked as a wolf among the dogs I walked as a god among the slaves Queen in the Bay of Smoke I mørket under jorden ligger dvergenes gruver Den hvite dronning faller i Regins svarte hull Skalden søker en konges skamhevn Dronningen dulgt i småfolkets berg Dvergene stimler om fagermøya sammen Skrekk står å se i Berg-Disas blikk Hva vondt har jeg gjort? Hvor tar du meg hen? Tåresalt drysser på gulvert av gull Her skal du bli svikefulle kvinne Ta skalden til mann og skammen i hug |
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3. | Silver Dwarf | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
I am your friend from way down Trapped in a dark forever Silver Dwarf This place is dead Silver Dwarf Night everywhere Chained to the Tree of Death I see no birds no life Silver Dwarf This is my home Only these walls know my face This is the mine where I am stuck Silver Dwarf Bowels of greed Silver Dwarf Once filled with gold Friend from the Land of Light Help me out of darkness Silver Dwarf Horses pull me apart Silver Dwarf Under the earth I wish to be strong But I was born in a mine Silver Dwarf Never allowed to leave Silver Dwarf Cellar of life I will dig my way out of here The Silver Dwarf will see the sun Silver Dwarf A closed infinity Silver Dwarf Nothing to lose I am your friend from way down Spiders eat me Silver Dwarf Sunlight and glory Silver Dwarf I will make my way up there |
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4. | Underworld | 01:15 | instrumental |
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5. | Necrodyssey | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
The black art’s dead can’t you feel the foul smell Ten years ago THE CORPSES gave us hell Now the scene’s changed we’re still around The vampires lie six feet deep into the ground We have engineered a MEDIEVAL WAR MACHINE Come with us corpse feel your own medicine Now listen to me to the end of the story We claim what is ours we HUNGER for glory Ja you were right music IS war Now show me the TRUTH that you’ve fought for It isn’t very much if NOTHING AT ALL Toss those remains into the Chieftain’s hall Let everybody witness the state of your carcass All of you devils who wanted to mark us Come on brand your iron I BET YOU it is cold Let’s see how hard you are growing up and old The winters of Norway have frozen your brains At every living thought you SCREAM in seven pains As Necrophisto I speak the Deity of Hell Spellbound I will have you tremble to the bell Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND Give up your life the rags that were you You’ll feed the snakes all the time to stay true Thank you for all now give up the crown Our law is here WE RULE YOUR MIND WITH SOUND Join me in battle fight by my side Together we may run for TRIUMPH AND PRIDE But if you go against me fight like a man Make me die with a SWORD IN MY HAND |
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6. | Allfathers | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas Dirty bearded men who slept in the snow Can you feel the beauty of Iceland still? Eagles and icebergs The white nights of the North I will fight for your legend Never forgotten Combat for your honour Protect my kin Allfathers ancestors What you were I want to be What you were look at me Tell me what you see Do you see a son in me Or just another man I am the son of a man Who was the son of a man I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour What you were I want to be Now look at me what do you see Allfathers ancestors I think of you in Odin’s hall Allfathers ancestors I think of how you crossed the seas I will fight for your legend Combat for your honour Steel in my hand Hatred in my eyes Don’t you touch what is mine Spoil what I hold dear Defile what I love Smear pure with impure Or I shall avenge with sword and axe Till Hel decides who she wants To burn |
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7. | Lokasenna Part 2 | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "Heile, aser! heile, aasynjur! og alle hog-heilage gudar! utan den eine som innar der sit, Brage, paa benken sin." Bragi: "Av egni mi gjev eg oyk og sverd deg, og ein ring endaa Brage boter: at du ikkje aasom di ovund syner; arge dei ikkje aat deg." |
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8. | Loki Trickster God | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Seven years of pain for one night of joy Loki tricked the lovers with a vicious ploy He spoke to the queen in his softest voice Told her he would give her the following choice Either you were raped by the skald of the king Death upon the man who would do you such a thing! - Or you cheated on your husband, striking him down - Both you and your poet will be sentenced to drown! The queen was all tears, feared for her life, ’Outlaw the skald, surrender him to strife, But save our skin, no one should die for love!’ Loki stared at the queen with want in his eyes Thought ’ A god born of giants, I lust for the queen! I’ll make sure this time there’s no poet in between!’ Said ’From this day and onwards let Loki be the one, Your god and your beast, your father and your son, Cherish me with kisses and honour me with pleasure, Give in to me, and I’ll protect you as my treasure! But if you reveal who I am, or disclose what I have said, Both the skald and you will sink to the abyss of the dead! Garm the Fog of Hel will eat your heart and liver, Even when cold you’ll tremble and shiver For the rotten goddess and her hungry beast Unless you join Loki the Trickster’s nightly feast’ |
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9. | Spoken to the End of All (Poem) | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
Spoken to the end of all You are eyes You are heart You are bone You are head I am signs I am stones I am steel I am blood Spoken to the end of all Runes reveal What darkness hid |
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10. | Dark Waves Dying | 03:55 | instrumental |
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11. | Lokasenna Part 3 | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Loki: "For slike slag du snaur plar vera som øykjer og armringar; av alle æser som inne her er, du er i vig varast og skjerrast for skot." Bragi: "Var eg utanfor Æges-halli so nær deg som no: hovudet ditt eg i handi mi bar; daa læta du fekk for di lygn." |
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12. | Sagateller | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon never dies In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Red words for black thoughts, you cannot be blamed No name is a secret, no secret is unnamed The sagas you tell mankind teach them about fate Songs and legends from times of love and hate When the words of Odin’s art resound through the horn Heroes and Giants of the ancient epics are reborn In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller Skald: The eyes of the universe, the witness of time Heart and head tied together in rhytm and rhyme The fury of enemies the madness of the young There is no thing in the world that is not in your song Under the silver of a thousand moons The book of your life was written with runes Would you know the future of your kin How White Christ and Black Death were going to win The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the toil they through Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Remember the hardships the battles they lived through Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true Sagateller Dragonkiller O father of truth and marvellous lies Ignorance the dragon that never dies The Icelanders who hungered the Norwegians who died Before the doors of Hel, they had their strength tried Red for Fire + Black for Death Our blood hails the North pagan Vikings stay true |
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50:39 |
Norrøn livskunst
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Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
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1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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6. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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7. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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8. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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9. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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10. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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54:01 |
Norrøn livskunst
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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Side B | |||
4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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2. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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3. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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Side B | |||
4. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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5. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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23:45 |
Norrøn livskunst
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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6. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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7. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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8. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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9. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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10. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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54:01 |
Norrøn livskunst
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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6. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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7. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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8. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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9. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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10. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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Norrøn livskunst
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics |
Lazare | Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion |
Guest/Session | |
King | Wah Howls (track 4) |
Agnete Kjølsrud | Vocals (female) (tracks 3, 7) |
Benedicte Maurseth | Vocals (female) (tracks 1, 2, 10), Hardanger fiddle (track 1) |
Kjetil Selvik | Saxophone (tracks 4, 5, 7) |
Vangelis Labrakis | Guitars (lead) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sidsel Jakhelln Semb | Photography |
Asgeir Mickelson | Recording (drums), Producer (drums) |
Stamos Koliousis | Mastering |
Børge Finstad | Engineering (drums) |
Christer-André Cederberg | Recording (Cornelius vocals, guitars, bass) |
TK | Cover art, Layout, Design |
Endre Kirkesola | Mixing |
Vangelis Labrakis | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Song til stormen | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd, og stål min vilje, løys min streng! Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd. Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv! Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust, i bleik og herja utglødd haust og skil alt daudt frå groført liv. Sjusular skjote, kom du att og blås i ville morgongry langfarar-luren under sky so kallande som her ei natt. Vekk meg or dvale talm og trong, med helsingar frå dine hav. Lys lengsla ut, ber sorgi av, og stem meg med din sterke song. Stem meg til arbeid, stem meg til dåd, fyll meg med kraft og ålvors gjerd! Ver Herrens svige for ei verd som rotnar utan salt og såd. Fjorgamalt strå so skrint og bleikt i vinglen haustblåst er eg, - kved um alt som var og er kje med, mitt liv er skøyrt, mitt mæle veikt. Kom fyll meg, liv, med rus og storm! Flød, livsens glødde vokstersaft, og nør den eld, den dulde kraft som sprengjer dødens stivna norm. Bøyg meg som stormbøygd bjørk på horg, der kvar ei blokke skjelv og syng, og tving meg, liv, med støyt og styng å tena deg i frygd som sorg. Lær meg den store audmykt - bøyg mitt mod som stormen denne stomn. Solstormar stride, strake, kom, mi trå som desse toppar tøyg! Bøyg meg, men brjot meg ikkje ned. Lær meg å stå i livsens leik so traust som denne beiske eik, so mjuk som vindsveigt strå på red. Lær meg å syngja, vind på heid, so stilt som du imillom strå um alt det ringe, arme, grå som unemnt levde, ukjent streid. Som skog i storm frå jøkullfjell syng, sjel, og kjenn deg djerv og sterk! Eir ord kan gjera jøtulverk, og lever endå mannen fell. |
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2. | Norrøn livskunst | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Dei er mange som vil styre tjore deg i trældom Lat deim vita kva du meiner um herrefolk og kongar Fri frå yvermakt og avmakt Slik ynskjer eg å leva å gjera kva eg vil med mannevit og mod Ver din eigen hovding i små og store saker Slik er den norrøne læra kunsten å leva som fri Tvangen er urgamal men fridomen er eldst Lat Mjølner knuse makti Lat føraren forstå Eitt veit eg som aldri vil døy Hamaren lyft mot tyngjande lekkjer Eitt veit eg som alltid vil sigra Åsators vreide mot framfusne jotnar |
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3. | Tittentattenteksti | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Wot a rat dat did ya dat Wid a shot rite at de pot Dat is not de spot to hit If rat ain’t set for a rat-a-tat Wip de rat wid wot u got A cat to rip de gut of rat A bot for tit n bot for tat Ri tit tit ri tit tit tit At it get it hit it cut it But me tut n tut no buts Bat a rat o bot of tat Dat is wot a rat shud get Rat is wet wid u-know-wot Rat a tat a rat a tat Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Wid a slit way up de butt Rat can’t shit nor sit on it Tit for tat a bit of dat A rat a tat a rat tat tat Tut tut tit tat tut tut tit tat Bit it hit it tit it tat it Tit for tat a bit of dat Bit by bit de rat is not Dat is it dat is wit But lit crit it is not Dat was dat as tit for tat Tit tut tat tit tut |
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4. | Blackabilly / Stridsljod | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
One two three Blackabilly me Four five six Burning kicks Seven eight nine I want mine Ten to one Let’s get it on Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly burnin’ Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly churnin’ Cockabilly kickabilly Trickabilly streamin’ Ticabilly tocabilly Clockabilly screamin’ Me gav ljod til striden for å syne kva fred var No hev kampen breidt seg støyen vorte sann Ein tvo tri Det er tidi Fire fem seks Ta meg heks Sju åtte ni I Svinesti Ti elleve tolv men utan vold Blackabilly blackabully Blackabuddy loomin’ Blackabody blackaboarding Blackaballing boomin’ Blackafuzzing blackabuzzing Blackajazzing freezin’ Blackamunchy blackacrunchy Blackawhacky wheezin’ Me spelar svart metall men lèt ingen smaka stål Me gjev all makt til klangen men spiller ikkje blod Difor ser me attende mot uskulds fornalder då stridslyst styrde alt men ingen døydde i kamp Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Why choose autumn When spring is an option? Heacy head heavy head Hey heavy head Here’s a chili bomb For your blackabilly self Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly King Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly King Chilihead chilihead Hey chilihead Cheer up with colours Red hot fur Beerhead beerhead Blackabilly King But if you pray Winter will come Rockabilly mockabilly Blackabilly Voguesville Fuckabilly muckabilly Whackabilly Voguesville Upp i otta må han rise som rikdom vil taka Upp for sine meiningar slik må skalden stande Til deg som vil i ljodkrig Lat nåden liggje heime Gakk berserk på valen so kvart steg vert ein siger Me spelar for å vinne i strid med solarljod Me spelar svart metall men spiller ikkje blod |
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5. | Eukalyptustreet | 09:24 | Show lyrics |
Trei stend lenger enn menneski Dei er sverd som veks or jordi I ein japansk hage i Argentina andar dei stilt under jagarflyi Eukalyptustreet segjer inkje Kva det tenkjer, det undrast eg på "Ingen dictador lever lenger enn eit tre Me vil eige verdi etter menneski Sjå på oss no, våren er vår siger Greinene strekker me rakt i vêret Me er naturens kveisande keisarar På ei gudlaus jord er det me som er gudar Me eig dykk Me eig dykkar vesle liv Me eig dykk på ryggen i jordi Me eig dykk med andletet ned Me eig dykk der de sig i kne Me eig dykk som stel safirar Me eig dykk like til dauden Me eig dykk directores gordisimes Me eig dykk som skjemmer mødrer Me eig dykk, og me meiner ålvor Me kann få dykk i tale med motorsagi Hogg os ned, og me vil vekse upp att men um me ein dag høgg dykk ned då vert det heile yver for menneski" Slik trur eg eukalyptustreet tenkjer |
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6. | Raudedauden | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Ein haustdag på fjellet gjeng ei kjerring med rive Daudens raude dotter et fingrar frå eit knyte Med handi for augo skyggjer ho for soli Ho fer gjenom heimen der svartedauden fór I dei gule augo lyser bjarte hatet Blodet strøymer yver skallen eit skaut frå farne dagar "Dauden den raude Eg skal vitja kvar gard sope kvar krok" mekrar kjerringi "I jordi med kristenfolket fyrr gjev eg meg ikkje Raudedaudens rive vert det siste dei ser Eg matar flugor og rottor med deim som rudde landet Ingen gnagar skal svelte ingen rovfugl hungre Kvar knok fram i dagen ut i soli med kvart bein" I stilla etter heksi ligg vangane aude |
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7. | Vitets vidd i verdi | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Massar vel massar Vox vulgi vulgarisque Sjøl vel eg meg burt frå grunne dustadorer Fri frå radioti frå prat og mas med plonk Popbutikk med platt lyrikk Skit vil ingen hava Av røyndom vart eg råka dei smale dikts dygd Slik skal lesingi vera låke sjelers ligg Eg hatar tumsutainment Tusund timar hev dei teke Det heile er so verdlaust Fata det fyrr du døyr Dei rusar seg på dumskap tykkjer mange tyder rett Berre massen trur på massen Det er grøtelegt, men sant Mobil og sigarett held keisemdi på fråstand Akk den arme masseladd Eg ser han allstad Eg vel smalgangen for der er plassen størst Smalhans kann eg kallast um eg tarv eit namn Eg gjeng mot fåmannsveldet Vitets vidd i verdi Dei heimlegare bokskåp som ikkje gjev ved døri |
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8. | Hugferdi | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Kvifor alt hatet det undrast eg på Vreiden og sinnet for noko som gjekk gale Eg er ikkje betre Det syd i sjeli Eg ser ingen ende Arvesynd vert det kalla Den giftige gåva frå faren år sonen Slik hev det vore men det må ikkje vera I hugstolen ligg bergingi hjå han som lækjer sjeli Den er ikkje sterk som berre kann neitte Den stend ikkje stødt som aldri stend åleine For å kjenne seg sjølv må ein skoda inn i hugen Godlyndt er eg ikkje men klårsyndt vil eg kallast Eg segjer kva eg såg lag på lag med hat Og nedst der ligg sorgi Mange tåror hev eg gråte for kvende og for vener for dei gamle som fór Eg sit i himmelromet Argentina under meg stjernone yver meg Det er skya i sjeli |
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9. | Waves over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III) | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness’ land I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin’s veins are host to a giant’s seed sown So what I create ’twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me |
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10. | Til heimen yver havet | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
Snart skal eg fara til heimen yver havet Etter snoking rundt i verdi lengtar eg mot nord Hjarta spør um vegen Eg drygjer med å svara Det veit ikkje lenger kvar som er heime So mange namn er ute or soga So mange andlet i framande land Kvar hev du vore Kva hev du gjort Eg var ikkje der nett då det hende Kva hev du set Kven hev du møtt Eg kann fortelja um andre stader Um olme massars svik mot dei veike Um svoltne folk som fråssa i søppel Eg såg Island då pengane strøymde Dei hertok Europa i ein vind av kokain Jau, eg såg Noreg fyrr ovmod vart armod og byggherrar trælar Det var gode tider Eg såg la France og han som måtte koma No fær mobben svara for byane dei brende Eg låg l’Italia so elska av soli Politikk er meir enn kunsten å prata Eg såg Deutschland Framsteget fór yver Autobahn Bles burt i det blå Mykje set, mykje sagt Takk til dykk som høyrde Snart skal me sjåast i heimen yver havet |
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Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord
Members | |
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Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Programming |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Guest/Session | |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion (track 1) |
Alexander Bøe | Bass (tracks 1, 5) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (track 1) |
Mari Skeie Ljones | Hardanger fiddle (tracks 1, 3, 5) |
Einar Kvitrafn Selvik | Vocals (tracks 1, 3) |
Zweizz | Drums, Bells (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Mixing (tracks 1, 2, 5) |
Marius Strand | Mixing (tracks 3, 4), Mastering |
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1. | Norrønaprogen | 11:25 | |
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2. | Det siste landskap (An Icelandic Odyssey Part IV) | 05:49 | |
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3. | Norskdom | 01:31 | |
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4. | Norrøna: Ljodet som ljoma | 10:59 | |
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5. | Songen: Vargen | 07:54 | |
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Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Programming |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Guest/Session | |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion (track 1) |
Alexander Bøe | Bass (tracks 1, 5) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (track 1) |
Mari Skeie Ljones | Hardanger fiddle (tracks 1, 3, 5) |
Einar Kvitrafn Selvik | Vocals (tracks 1, 3) |
Zweizz | Drums, Bells (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Mixing (tracks 1, 2, 5) |
Marius Strand | Mixing (tracks 3, 4), Mastering |
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1. | Norrønaprogen | 11:25 | |
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2. | Det siste landskap (An Icelandic Odyssey Part IV) | 05:49 | |
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3. | Norskdom | 01:31 | |
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4. | Norrøna: Ljodet som ljoma | 10:59 | |
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5. | Songen: Vargen | 07:54 | |
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Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord
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Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Programming |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
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Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion (track 1) |
Alexander Bøe | Bass (tracks 1, 5) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (track 1) |
Mari Skeie Ljones | Hardanger fiddle (tracks 1, 3, 5) |
Einar Kvitrafn Selvik | Vocals (tracks 1, 3) |
Zweizz | Drums, Bells (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Mixing (tracks 1, 2, 5) |
Marius Strand | Mixing (tracks 3, 4), Mastering |
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1. | Norrønaprogen | 11:25 | |
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2. | Det siste landskap (An Icelandic Odyssey Part IV) | 05:49 | |
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3. | Norskdom | 01:31 | |
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4. | Norrøna: Ljodet som ljoma | 10:59 | |
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5. | Songen: Vargen | 07:54 | |
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Norrønasongen. Kosmopolis Nord
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Original line-up | |
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Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Programming |
Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Guest/Session | |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion (track 1) |
Alexander Bøe | Bass (tracks 1, 5) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (track 1) |
Mari Skeie Ljones | Hardanger fiddle (tracks 1, 3, 5) |
Einar Kvitrafn Selvik | Vocals (tracks 1, 3) |
Zweizz | Drums, Bells (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Børge Finstad | Mixing (tracks 1, 2, 5) |
Marius Strand | Mixing (tracks 3, 4), Mastering |
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1. | Norrønaprogen | 11:25 | |
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2. | Det siste landskap (An Icelandic Odyssey Part IV) | 05:49 | |
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3. | Norskdom | 01:31 | |
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4. | Norrøna: Ljodet som ljoma | 10:59 | |
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5. | Songen: Vargen | 07:54 | |
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World Metal. Kosmopolis Sud
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Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Kazoo |
Guest/Session | |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (lead, rhythm) |
Alexander Lebowski Bøe | Bass |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion |
Gunnar Augland | Percussion (track 3) |
Johnar Håland | Guitars (e-bow), Harmonizer (track 8) |
Sindre Nedland | Vocals (growls) (tracks 2, 5), Vocals (choirs) (track 8) |
Anania Ngoliga | Guitars (zanzibar) (track 1), Kalimba (tracks 2, 5) |
Raz | Congas (tracks 1, 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Mixing, Mastering |
Marius Strand | Recording (drums) |
Kim Sølve | Cover art, Layout |
Enrico de Figueiredo | Recording (Kalimba, Zanzibar guitar) |
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1. | World Music with Black Edges | 07:56 | Show lyrics |
Out of Africa, Mother of the species The original tribe falling to pieces As families diverged and spread to farther lands We are the offspring of those traveling bands Back to Africa, returning to the Source Neonism revived, connecting to the Force Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought In Kragerø, Telemark, reporting from the fjord Tanned people row boats with children onboard Above the codfish and mackerel, below the gulls of the sky In these summers I grew up, so happy I could die Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis In the small wooden hall we wrote our « Omnipolis » Back when the mothers still walked the Earth The ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed for the tropics Back to the late 90s with the fluorescent topics They forgot « to yourself » in the device « stay true » The Total Orchestra come howling back at you The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda på enn emosjonell turisme Ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat Ein feit chick med glowstick stein på feil shit I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Verse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with Rap Soldiers of Fortune, Heavy Metal Kings How cool to be only one of those things « There are no Blacks in Black Metal, the name must be an error How did this temple of sound roar into being? Who made it the tornado it is? The bad kids are getting old but they played is not Open the Black Metal Order This is pain immortalized The future is said to be many things but I predict it to be Transatlantic Who is able to carry on through? Who is able to stay courageous? » Aesthetes in uniforms, Microstates with riding boots Democrats in leather, Anarchists in shooting suits Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud 3rd Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin Third Rebel for short, a think tank grey as sin Metal should look martial, be as strict as it is stern In the hall of arts we made the GewaltKunstWerk burn Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges L’art est le fanatisme qui oblige à la diplomatie À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit |
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2. | The Germanic Entity | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
THE GERMANIC ENTITY Night has fallen over the nature of the North The sea lines dark as oil, Frey and Njård come forth For the love of our province, grant us growth and peace Watch over the workers on land and at the seas After June and July comes the grey September And I think of the nation of which I am a member Norway, my cradle, that mountainous spoon #1 on all lists, civilization’s boon? Why be so hard on someone you love? I’ve done my bit of crawling, I’ll risk 5 minutes above The critique has been quiet, here is what I have to say Like my feldgrau dress, let my lyrics be field grey The wealth has made you arrogant, people run to you for money Not because they like you, they just wanted to taste the honey The Norwegian identity is now based on handouts Why do you think it’s so far between the standouts? Solefald Retrospective Chorus : In a postcolonial age we wrote postmodern rhyme Sped The Macho Vehicle down the Autobahn of Time The Linear Scaffold is a Christian invention A one-way ticket to Hell with patriarchal intention Proprietors of Red by The Circular Drain We come again, like the sun and the rain The Germanic Entity will cause the World to fall There won’t be any Profit, Progress above all You complain that kids don’t read, never fed them the hooks The libraries decay, they trash half of our books Looks to the Atlantic, see Norse heritage thrive An Icelandic Odyssey, the old gods are alive The Prince skis through the forest with some ruler on the phone Spearheading an empire as he glides past the firs alone Pomp without power was the rage of the past Power without pomp can make our age the last The Germanic Entity, its name shall not be spoken The chains of this Power have never been broken Blut und Eisen replaced with Diplomacy and Aid Peace is something that His Majesty made What can our Statesman do more than to play Christ With oil-fueled diplomacy, a humanist heist Social democracy prefer finance to the word Money wrapped as Dialogue makes Him the Lord KOSMOPOLIS NORD Utan fyrebod stend det ein by der, lysande, kastar kvite og gule spjot uppover i myrkret, bruer og bygg, løysingar som hjelper menneski å finna seg ein heim i deg, Kosmopolis den totale byen diktaren drøymer um der han stend under det store biletet, tagal, budd til å fara frå velstanden som vart til dekadanse, Diktaren skal inn i den mytiske tidi, til skumringi der ei kvinne sit og drit. Ho vender deim ryggen, no ventar skogsvegen, dei store flatone : Eg hev sett deim, kjent deim Dei drap hundar og skulda på hunger. Dei dreiv tennene inn i eigne skallar so dei fekk endå ein munn å metta Dei åt for tvo og drap for tri. Eg elska rovdyri men hev ikkje fleire lamb å missa. I skogen er eg fri for rovdyri No vert veggene bygde for å halda oss inne, sperra dyret inne. Det vil verta endå varmare, endå trongare enn fyrr. Svarte kalde vegger å spegla seg i |
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3. | Bububu Bad Beuys | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Bububu Banzibar bananas Bububu by bus best beast bets Bububu by boat bad bats bast Bububu be bad beuys Bububu be bikers Bububu born bo bite bhe bullet Bububu birthplace bof Bub’ Ubub Bububu Boliness Boyalty Bububu Bolefald bruitbakes Bububu Bornelius bon Back Bububu Bhou Bhat Bhou Bilst Bububu batshit brofessors bull Bububu bane bof bhe bikers Bububu bassholes bung bhe bit Bububu Boom Boom Boom Bububu bad boy bikers bookface Bububu brothel broth beaters Bububu bitch but bhe ball boom Bububu batch boming bast Bububu bass bombing Bububu bis Bali Boga Bububu but bhe best Bububu bake bhe brain Bububu beans « blute » boot boot Bububu bøkkaband Bububu Brünerbøkka Bububu be Berlin |
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4. | Future Universal Histories | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
FUTURE UNIVERSAL HISTORIES Modernist theme : Imagine our time seen from 1920, Europe after La Grande guerre Welcome mass electricity and socialites on cocaine The Roaring Twenties reverberating from America With radio commercials for automobiles Art Deco beaming back, robing every lady, her rooms and cities She votes, she works and is sexually awakened by Dr. Sigmund Freud As the New York skyline rises with the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings Jazz booms from Nouvelle-Orléans, Young couples Lindy Hop their way up The Weimar Republic in Germany, Dada in Berlin and Vienna Followed by the murder of Rosa Luxemburg in 1919 The maiden of Socialism leads the workers towards the new dawn The Proprietors of Red labour the Third International Prussian theme : We’re the Wilhelmine Combattants of 1913 Prussian Burschen aspiring to Scars of Fame Eyes und Nase covered, now let the Swords fly The sweet Folly of stitching gushing Wunden Drunk Students in Burschenschaft Uniforms Fighting the Mensur für no Grund at all The Jahrhundert ahead shall ridicule our Honour Lach at our Pride in Vaterland und King Modernist theme : New music follows the Stravinsky line of Le sacre du printemps 1913 The motors of Modernism rev with T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land and James Joyce’s Ulysses in 1922 André Breton and the Surrealists manifest in Paris in 1924 Fritz Lang directs « Metropolis » in Babelsberg in 1927 Prussian theme : Schau me in the Auge, sag you don’t like my Narbe The Prussian Blade gab me another Mouth i’ll keep on schnickschnacken to the Ende As the Wilhelmine Combattant of 1913 Modernist theme : Ten years of merriness and hope before the Depression Unemployment nationalises Socialism, causing Armageddon German aggression expands from within to the East and to the West World War II ends with the nuclear sunset over the Japanese Empire UMGANGSKRIGEN Eg skrur på min menneskelegdom, skreiv du. Floden er skitten og full av lik, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Um du skal vinna, må nokon tapa. Eg skriv : Ingen hjelper ein som ikkje kan hjelpa. Tidi er ein isbre som utsletter spori etter oss, skreiv du. Ho skyv minnet fyre seg gjenom dalføret, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Lat andre ofra seg sigeren. Eg skriv : Utnytt dei veike til din fordel. Eg er guden som tok sjølvmord med å drepa sonen. Eg er kongane og hungerens brune tenner. Eg er elden som brann i Sodoma. Eg er ulven som sprengde Oklahoma. Eg er hornljod i kveldingi, hundeglam i skogen. Eg er Siegfried, jaga millom trei i natti. Eg er tunet, treet og kvinna han fann. Eg er sverdet, og armen som treiv det. Eg er Hod som skaut og Baldur som fell. Eg er Frigg som bag og mistelteinen ho gløymde. Eg er kniven som skar og såret som opna seg. Eg er skulden og han som ikkje angra. Eg var tridje verdskrigen som raste over hovudi, det uniformerte folket som aldri vart informert. Eg krossfesta dei arme til ljoden av raga, milliardane av liv som aldri klaga. Eg var torsoen som tagg på Colaba Causeway. Eg var den grønøygde jenta på gata i Mumbai. Eg var grapefruktsvulsten i drosjevindauga. Eg var rupiane dei naudkomne ikkje ville hava. Eg skreiv med barberblad i sanningis andlit, freste eit dikt for kvar von som døydde. Gjev dyri fred, send giftbegeret rundt. Drikk, saman fyrste gongen. |
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5. | Le Soleil | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
LE SOLEIL Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de l’histoire Un globe qui nous regarde de l’espace Le point d’interrogation ultime L’oeil de la violence qui se regarde Soleil, je te peins comme mon oeil Pour que tu me regardes avec la force par laquelle je t’ai créé Je te peins comme l’oeil du cosmos dont je suis le porteur Un assassin des couleurs Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de la mer Flottant dans des vagues vertes et immenses Tu me regardes avec le bleu clair étincelant que je t’ai donné. Je te peins comme l’oeil de la Terre Tu me regardes d’en-dessous de mes pieds Aux rayons voraces de chair et de science Soleil, je te peins comme l’étoile de l’oeil Le centre de gravité de la vision, une bouche luisante Qui attire les couleurs pour les mastiquer Le violet du cosmos Le vert de la mer Le bleu de la Terre Le jaune triomphant de l’oeil SOLA Sol, æ malår dæ som historiens øye ei kule som ser på oss ifra rommet det yddårste spørsmålstegn voldens øye som ser på sæ sjøl Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet mitt for at du ska se på mæ med krafta æ skapte dæ med Æ malår dæ som øyet te kosmos som æ sjøl bærår en farvaned mordår Sol, æ malår dæ som havets øye flydans i veldige, grønne bølgår Du ser på mæ med det lyseblå skinnans som æ ga dæ Æ malår dæ som øyet te jorda Du ser på mæ fra undår føddane mine med glupske strålår a kjød og viden Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet stjerne synets gravitasjonssentrum, en lysans munn som tiltrekkår sæ farvår for å tygge de det fiolette te kosmos det grønne te havet det blå te Jorda det triumferans gule te øye |
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6. | 2011, or A Knight of the Fail | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
2011, OR A KNIGHT OF THE FAIL Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn In the ruins of ’45, his uniform torn Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail The Dictatorship defeated, a quest doomed to fail A wedding in Norway, the conductor’s hand beckoned I flew out on July 22nd Landed in Oslo at 15:22 Three minutes later the Terror became true Saw Government buildings going in smoke I thought it was a video, it had to be a joke Stayed in the airport, safe and at distance Hardly a position that offers resistance Dramatize the Untergang, don’t we, my artist friends That sweet sensation of an Angst that never ends But all a sudden, the threat became real Expanding ammunition made wounds that wouldn’t heal Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead I thought it was a film, it couldn’t be right Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight Disguised as a policeman he killed 77 That was Oklahoma, our September 11th On the day two months after I lost my loved mother Everything changed from one day to another All of a sudden, my grief was ours The young kept on dying, in spite of the powers That tried to help them, but the evil was strong And "you did this", O Heinous, the irreparable wrong In the Nation of Tolerance, the end of a Pact : People thought it was Islamist, Muslims were attacked Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead The Kingdom wept and protested with roses I kept my uniform on and continued my poses They gathered at Young’s and sang children’s songs I kept listening to Burzum, unrepenting my wrong To mother and daughter, to father and son : I think Grief made us mad, each and every one I had wept for four months and only felt rage Gone were the days of the lyricist sage I saw analysts grapple with Freedom of Expression Using he massacre as a reason for Repression I spoke out against them, here Justice ends Not the kind of message that wins you new friends 2010, before everything went black 2010, now it’s time to look back TOTENINSEL Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen doggen på båtane kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv under sypressane |
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7. | String the Bow of Sorrow | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
STRING THE BOW OF SORROW A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay The giver of life claimed by death so fast String the bow of sorrow for a salute Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved So many departures, so many women gone I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt Now I know what it feels like to lose protection Your body is gone, it left me in a hearse It may sound cynical, but this life is mine Life is for the living, that is undeniable When your image is gone, my face will be blue Through time and space, womanity be one You’re no more in the phonebook The statements have been written Goodbye, Norwegian mother The quiver of time is empty SOLEFALD, 15.9.1995 La martyren salve sine sår, Solefald Er jeg ditt fiolette fragment? La naturen klage sine år, Solefald Hvem av oss har linsen som blinder? Jeg ante ditt nærvær i min drøm Solefald Så jeg bakom honningens ansikt? Mystikkens fjes forsvinner med deg, Solefald Synker ned i den siste dvale Snu for meg din fatale bane, Solefald Stig fra en heroisk horisont --------- You liked AC/DCs « Hell’s Bells », but Slayer was no stayer : I know how much you hated that Slaytanic Wehrmacht patch In the end, you did set it onto my black denim jacket I picture your afterlife in Freya’s wooden halls Robed in light colours as an Art Nouveau lady You go for walks in the forest of oaks Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing Maybe you paint watercolour like you used to Enjoy cake and champagne and immortal youth I will leave you here, where you sat with your parents On the simple wooden staircase Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing As the evening breeze sways the firs in the sunset - Solefald |
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8. | Oslo Melancholy | 03:34 | Show lyrics |
DEN NORSKE SUMAREN Havet ligg i natti blåsvarte tonar Ein ser svane sankar skjel Ein ser hegre brenner bål Liner glid til himmels * Soli vart kaldare enn månen Dagen vart raud um munnen Dine varme små hender heldt meg i regnet * Um hausten lyfter ein sumaren upp or havet, drypande pakkar honom i presenning til soli kjem att |
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World Metal. Kosmopolis Sud
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Lazare Nedland | Vocals, Keyboards, Programming |
Cornelius Jakhelln | Vocals, Guitars, Melodica, Kazoo |
Guest/Session | |
Anania Ngoliga | Guitars (zanzibar) (track 1), Kalimba (tracks 2, 5) |
Raz | Congas (tracks 1, 3) |
Petter Hallaråker | Guitars (lead, rhythm) |
Alexander Lebowski Bøe | Bass |
Baard Kolstad | Drums, Percussion |
Gunnar Augland | Percussion (track 3) |
Johnar Håland | Guitars (e-bow), Harmonizer (track 8) |
Sindre Nedland | Vocals (growls) (tracks 2, 5), Vocals (choirs) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Mixing, Mastering |
Marius Strand | Recording (drums) |
Kim Sølve | Cover art, Layout |
Enrico de Figueiredo | Recording (Kalimba, Zanzibar guitar) |
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1. | World Music with Black Edges | 07:56 | Show lyrics |
Out of Africa, Mother of the species The original tribe falling to pieces As families diverged and spread to farther lands We are the offspring of those traveling bands Back to Africa, returning to the Source Neonism revived, connecting to the Force Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought In Kragerø, Telemark, reporting from the fjord Tanned people row boats with children onboard Above the codfish and mackerel, below the gulls of the sky In these summers I grew up, so happy I could die Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis In the small wooden hall we wrote our « Omnipolis » Back when the mothers still walked the Earth The ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed for the tropics Back to the late 90s with the fluorescent topics They forgot « to yourself » in the device « stay true » The Total Orchestra come howling back at you The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda på enn emosjonell turisme Ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat Ein feit chick med glowstick stein på feil shit I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Verse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with Rap Soldiers of Fortune, Heavy Metal Kings How cool to be only one of those things « There are no Blacks in Black Metal, the name must be an error How did this temple of sound roar into being? Who made it the tornado it is? The bad kids are getting old but they played is not Open the Black Metal Order This is pain immortalized The future is said to be many things but I predict it to be Transatlantic Who is able to carry on through? Who is able to stay courageous? » Aesthetes in uniforms, Microstates with riding boots Democrats in leather, Anarchists in shooting suits Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar Du må lata musikken røra beini dine Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis Kryp inn i mitt hovud 3rd Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin Third Rebel for short, a think tank grey as sin Metal should look martial, be as strict as it is stern In the hall of arts we made the GewaltKunstWerk burn Kosmopolis, it is something new Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges Three days it lasted, world music with black edges L’art est le fanatisme qui oblige à la diplomatie À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit |
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2. | The Germanic Entity | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
THE GERMANIC ENTITY Night has fallen over the nature of the North The sea lines dark as oil, Frey and Njård come forth For the love of our province, grant us growth and peace Watch over the workers on land and at the seas After June and July comes the grey September And I think of the nation of which I am a member Norway, my cradle, that mountainous spoon #1 on all lists, civilization’s boon? Why be so hard on someone you love? I’ve done my bit of crawling, I’ll risk 5 minutes above The critique has been quiet, here is what I have to say Like my feldgrau dress, let my lyrics be field grey The wealth has made you arrogant, people run to you for money Not because they like you, they just wanted to taste the honey The Norwegian identity is now based on handouts Why do you think it’s so far between the standouts? Solefald Retrospective Chorus : In a postcolonial age we wrote postmodern rhyme Sped The Macho Vehicle down the Autobahn of Time The Linear Scaffold is a Christian invention A one-way ticket to Hell with patriarchal intention Proprietors of Red by The Circular Drain We come again, like the sun and the rain The Germanic Entity will cause the World to fall There won’t be any Profit, Progress above all You complain that kids don’t read, never fed them the hooks The libraries decay, they trash half of our books Looks to the Atlantic, see Norse heritage thrive An Icelandic Odyssey, the old gods are alive The Prince skis through the forest with some ruler on the phone Spearheading an empire as he glides past the firs alone Pomp without power was the rage of the past Power without pomp can make our age the last The Germanic Entity, its name shall not be spoken The chains of this Power have never been broken Blut und Eisen replaced with Diplomacy and Aid Peace is something that His Majesty made What can our Statesman do more than to play Christ With oil-fueled diplomacy, a humanist heist Social democracy prefer finance to the word Money wrapped as Dialogue makes Him the Lord KOSMOPOLIS NORD Utan fyrebod stend det ein by der, lysande, kastar kvite og gule spjot uppover i myrkret, bruer og bygg, løysingar som hjelper menneski å finna seg ein heim i deg, Kosmopolis den totale byen diktaren drøymer um der han stend under det store biletet, tagal, budd til å fara frå velstanden som vart til dekadanse, Diktaren skal inn i den mytiske tidi, til skumringi der ei kvinne sit og drit. Ho vender deim ryggen, no ventar skogsvegen, dei store flatone : Eg hev sett deim, kjent deim Dei drap hundar og skulda på hunger. Dei dreiv tennene inn i eigne skallar so dei fekk endå ein munn å metta Dei åt for tvo og drap for tri. Eg elska rovdyri men hev ikkje fleire lamb å missa. I skogen er eg fri for rovdyri No vert veggene bygde for å halda oss inne, sperra dyret inne. Det vil verta endå varmare, endå trongare enn fyrr. Svarte kalde vegger å spegla seg i |
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3. | Bububu Bad Beuys | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Bububu Banzibar bananas Bububu by bus best beast bets Bububu by boat bad bats bast Bububu be bad beuys Bububu be bikers Bububu born bo bite bhe bullet Bububu birthplace bof Bub’ Ubub Bububu Boliness Boyalty Bububu Bolefald bruitbakes Bububu Bornelius bon Back Bububu Bhou Bhat Bhou Bilst Bububu batshit brofessors bull Bububu bane bof bhe bikers Bububu bassholes bung bhe bit Bububu Boom Boom Boom Bububu bad boy bikers bookface Bububu brothel broth beaters Bububu bitch but bhe ball boom Bububu batch boming bast Bububu bass bombing Bububu bis Bali Boga Bububu but bhe best Bububu bake bhe brain Bububu beans « blute » boot boot Bububu bøkkaband Bububu Brünerbøkka Bububu be Berlin |
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4. | Future Universal Histories | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
FUTURE UNIVERSAL HISTORIES Modernist theme : Imagine our time seen from 1920, Europe after La Grande guerre Welcome mass electricity and socialites on cocaine The Roaring Twenties reverberating from America With radio commercials for automobiles Art Deco beaming back, robing every lady, her rooms and cities She votes, she works and is sexually awakened by Dr. Sigmund Freud As the New York skyline rises with the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings Jazz booms from Nouvelle-Orléans, Young couples Lindy Hop their way up The Weimar Republic in Germany, Dada in Berlin and Vienna Followed by the murder of Rosa Luxemburg in 1919 The maiden of Socialism leads the workers towards the new dawn The Proprietors of Red labour the Third International Prussian theme : We’re the Wilhelmine Combattants of 1913 Prussian Burschen aspiring to Scars of Fame Eyes und Nase covered, now let the Swords fly The sweet Folly of stitching gushing Wunden Drunk Students in Burschenschaft Uniforms Fighting the Mensur für no Grund at all The Jahrhundert ahead shall ridicule our Honour Lach at our Pride in Vaterland und King Modernist theme : New music follows the Stravinsky line of Le sacre du printemps 1913 The motors of Modernism rev with T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land and James Joyce’s Ulysses in 1922 André Breton and the Surrealists manifest in Paris in 1924 Fritz Lang directs « Metropolis » in Babelsberg in 1927 Prussian theme : Schau me in the Auge, sag you don’t like my Narbe The Prussian Blade gab me another Mouth i’ll keep on schnickschnacken to the Ende As the Wilhelmine Combattant of 1913 Modernist theme : Ten years of merriness and hope before the Depression Unemployment nationalises Socialism, causing Armageddon German aggression expands from within to the East and to the West World War II ends with the nuclear sunset over the Japanese Empire UMGANGSKRIGEN Eg skrur på min menneskelegdom, skreiv du. Floden er skitten og full av lik, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Um du skal vinna, må nokon tapa. Eg skriv : Ingen hjelper ein som ikkje kan hjelpa. Tidi er ein isbre som utsletter spori etter oss, skreiv du. Ho skyv minnet fyre seg gjenom dalføret, skreiv du, Eg skriv : Lat andre ofra seg sigeren. Eg skriv : Utnytt dei veike til din fordel. Eg er guden som tok sjølvmord med å drepa sonen. Eg er kongane og hungerens brune tenner. Eg er elden som brann i Sodoma. Eg er ulven som sprengde Oklahoma. Eg er hornljod i kveldingi, hundeglam i skogen. Eg er Siegfried, jaga millom trei i natti. Eg er tunet, treet og kvinna han fann. Eg er sverdet, og armen som treiv det. Eg er Hod som skaut og Baldur som fell. Eg er Frigg som bag og mistelteinen ho gløymde. Eg er kniven som skar og såret som opna seg. Eg er skulden og han som ikkje angra. Eg var tridje verdskrigen som raste over hovudi, det uniformerte folket som aldri vart informert. Eg krossfesta dei arme til ljoden av raga, milliardane av liv som aldri klaga. Eg var torsoen som tagg på Colaba Causeway. Eg var den grønøygde jenta på gata i Mumbai. Eg var grapefruktsvulsten i drosjevindauga. Eg var rupiane dei naudkomne ikkje ville hava. Eg skreiv med barberblad i sanningis andlit, freste eit dikt for kvar von som døydde. Gjev dyri fred, send giftbegeret rundt. Drikk, saman fyrste gongen. |
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1. | Le Soleil | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
LE SOLEIL Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de l’histoire Un globe qui nous regarde de l’espace Le point d’interrogation ultime L’oeil de la violence qui se regarde Soleil, je te peins comme mon oeil Pour que tu me regardes avec la force par laquelle je t’ai créé Je te peins comme l’oeil du cosmos dont je suis le porteur Un assassin des couleurs Soleil, je te peins comme l’oeil de la mer Flottant dans des vagues vertes et immenses Tu me regardes avec le bleu clair étincelant que je t’ai donné. Je te peins comme l’oeil de la Terre Tu me regardes d’en-dessous de mes pieds Aux rayons voraces de chair et de science Soleil, je te peins comme l’étoile de l’oeil Le centre de gravité de la vision, une bouche luisante Qui attire les couleurs pour les mastiquer Le violet du cosmos Le vert de la mer Le bleu de la Terre Le jaune triomphant de l’oeil SOLA Sol, æ malår dæ som historiens øye ei kule som ser på oss ifra rommet det yddårste spørsmålstegn voldens øye som ser på sæ sjøl Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet mitt for at du ska se på mæ med krafta æ skapte dæ med Æ malår dæ som øyet te kosmos som æ sjøl bærår en farvaned mordår Sol, æ malår dæ som havets øye flydans i veldige, grønne bølgår Du ser på mæ med det lyseblå skinnans som æ ga dæ Æ malår dæ som øyet te jorda Du ser på mæ fra undår føddane mine med glupske strålår a kjød og viden Sol, æ malår dæ som øyet stjerne synets gravitasjonssentrum, en lysans munn som tiltrekkår sæ farvår for å tygge de det fiolette te kosmos det grønne te havet det blå te Jorda det triumferans gule te øye |
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2. | 2011, or A Knight of the Fail | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
2011, OR A KNIGHT OF THE FAIL Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn In the ruins of ’45, his uniform torn Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail The Dictatorship defeated, a quest doomed to fail A wedding in Norway, the conductor’s hand beckoned I flew out on July 22nd Landed in Oslo at 15:22 Three minutes later the Terror became true Saw Government buildings going in smoke I thought it was a video, it had to be a joke Stayed in the airport, safe and at distance Hardly a position that offers resistance Dramatize the Untergang, don’t we, my artist friends That sweet sensation of an Angst that never ends But all a sudden, the threat became real Expanding ammunition made wounds that wouldn’t heal Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead I thought it was a film, it couldn’t be right Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight Disguised as a policeman he killed 77 That was Oklahoma, our September 11th On the day two months after I lost my loved mother Everything changed from one day to another All of a sudden, my grief was ours The young kept on dying, in spite of the powers That tried to help them, but the evil was strong And "you did this", O Heinous, the irreparable wrong In the Nation of Tolerance, the end of a Pact : People thought it was Islamist, Muslims were attacked Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren’t dead The Kingdom wept and protested with roses I kept my uniform on and continued my poses They gathered at Young’s and sang children’s songs I kept listening to Burzum, unrepenting my wrong To mother and daughter, to father and son : I think Grief made us mad, each and every one I had wept for four months and only felt rage Gone were the days of the lyricist sage I saw analysts grapple with Freedom of Expression Using he massacre as a reason for Repression I spoke out against them, here Justice ends Not the kind of message that wins you new friends 2010, before everything went black 2010, now it’s time to look back TOTENINSEL Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen doggen på båtane kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv under sypressane |
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3. | String the Bow of Sorrow | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
STRING THE BOW OF SORROW A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay The giver of life claimed by death so fast String the bow of sorrow for a salute Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved So many departures, so many women gone I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt Now I know what it feels like to lose protection Your body is gone, it left me in a hearse It may sound cynical, but this life is mine Life is for the living, that is undeniable When your image is gone, my face will be blue Through time and space, womanity be one You’re no more in the phonebook The statements have been written Goodbye, Norwegian mother The quiver of time is empty SOLEFALD, 15.9.1995 La martyren salve sine sår, Solefald Er jeg ditt fiolette fragment? La naturen klage sine år, Solefald Hvem av oss har linsen som blinder? Jeg ante ditt nærvær i min drøm Solefald Så jeg bakom honningens ansikt? Mystikkens fjes forsvinner med deg, Solefald Synker ned i den siste dvale Snu for meg din fatale bane, Solefald Stig fra en heroisk horisont --------- You liked AC/DCs « Hell’s Bells », but Slayer was no stayer : I know how much you hated that Slaytanic Wehrmacht patch In the end, you did set it onto my black denim jacket I picture your afterlife in Freya’s wooden halls Robed in light colours as an Art Nouveau lady You go for walks in the forest of oaks Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing Maybe you paint watercolour like you used to Enjoy cake and champagne and immortal youth I will leave you here, where you sat with your parents On the simple wooden staircase Where bumblebees hum and blackbirds sing As the evening breeze sways the firs in the sunset - Solefald |
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4. | Oslo Melancholy | 03:34 | Show lyrics |
DEN NORSKE SUMAREN Havet ligg i natti blåsvarte tonar Ein ser svane sankar skjel Ein ser hegre brenner bål Liner glid til himmels * Soli vart kaldare enn månen Dagen vart raud um munnen Dine varme små hender heldt meg i regnet * Um hausten lyfter ein sumaren upp or havet, drypande pakkar honom i presenning til soli kjem att |
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