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Telefongesprächen
01:28
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It's been eight months since my good pal
got on a plane to Germany
I miss him a lot, he misses his friends
our talks our fights and his family
hopefully he's still the same
annoying motherfucker he used to be
and not some hipster beer enthusiast, an adult, or a neo nazi
If that's the case I'll just punch him in the face
and kick his balls repeatedly
accompanied by me singing a song
about leftist ideas and anarchy
'cause capitalism is so not cool
and neither is authority
okay, but this is irrelevant
and really off topic. Seriously.
I talk with him a lot on the phone
and lately he's been feeling alone
there are many things that he worries about
and he's sick of pretzels and sauerkraut
I try to be supportive
Promising he'll be fine
Pull up my guitar
Even though it is far
I can pluck the strings of the telephone line
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I lost my mobile phone on a train in Germany
don't know if someone stole it, it was probably just me
and even though it really sucks that it's totally gone
I hope that it is in the hands or pocket of someone
that otherwise could not afford to get one of their own
and I genuinely wish that it makes them feel less alone
even if it's just by talking to their mother on the phone
(Hallo? Hei mamma! eh, du, jeg har klart å miste telefonen min. Sorry, ja. Uansett, jeg tenkte bare å si ifra om det egentlig. Ja, okei. Ja. Hade.)
I'm really bummed out
even though you've might been told
that in Norway Money grows on trees
we shit diamonds and gold
but here's the deal - we're fucking up our trees and air and soil
'cause all our riches come from our seas where there is oil
(Okay, uhm, is there like a lost and found here somewhere?)
...I lost my mobile phone
oh, I lost my mobile phone
my mobile phone
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3. |
Last Call
04:51
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In a month or so you're coming back
you'll arrive in Oslo and we'll shout your name
in the car we'll play your favourite track
and hopefully everything will be the same
Every silent weekend will wash away
every mention of it will be kept at bay
no 4 AMs no lonely tears
these doubts will be nothing but useless fears
You will reunite our group of friends
we'll be back together and you will tie the ends
they'll remember me and all we used to be
and you will all pick me up from this cold dark sea
Oh how time flies
when you leave me alone
Oh how time flies
when you leave me alone
You'll talk to me
like before
when he comes home
All of us here
together
it will melt your heart of stone
I can't take
another year
of being on my own
Oh how time flies
when you leave me alone
Please promise me things will be fine
whisper in my ear, just give me a sign
that this grey neutral weather will come to an end
and once again you will be
my best friend
Oh how time flies
when you leave me alone
Oh how time flies
when you leave me alone
Text me
you're only person
who ever really
knew me
You keep telling me that
you're just like you used to be
but oh my god, those words
give no comfort at all
I opened up to you
I told you all my troubles
but all you would do
was give me all this empty space
I couldn' cut through
got swallowed whole
when you stopped
answering the phone
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Principal Sinner Oppland, Norway
Imagine if penguins could fly though - how weird would that be? I mean, they're about the size of a human child, right? Do you think parents would get a mini heart attack every time they saw the silhouette of a penguin flying above them, afraid that it might be their child that somehow had aquired the power of flight? I know I would freak out. Yeah. It's for the best that penguins can't fly. ... more
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