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Stjórnarskráróður
01:24
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Þú skalt velja, þing er haldið,
þau sem talast við
um regluverkið, ríkisvaldið,
réttlæti og frið.
Það góða fólk vill gera drög
að góðri stjórnarskrá
svo brjóta megi betri lög
og brjóta fleirum á.
Auðlindirnar almenningur
eignast skamma stund
sem skríða eins og skafreinningur
skjótt í heimanmund
til AGS sem dregur deyfða
drottna haf og lönd
svo endi valdið endurdreyfða
allt á sömu hönd.
Ef blásið fjandans biskupsfólið
burtu er í haust
hann ræna mun og reka í bólið
ríkið grímulaust.
Það bákn sem vísar börnum veginn
bönnum fyrrist við
og rekur oní ræfilsgreyin
ríkiskrosslafið.
Hver á sér meðal þjóða þjóð
sem þannig skilur frið:
Einskis vert er írakst blóð
og einskis sjálfræðið?
Samfélagsins sáttmálsörk
mun siða peninginn
og núa saman níð og spörk
í Níumenninginn.
Mæra þingið máttarvöld
sem mest því allt er autt,
brotamálmur búsáhöld
og bálið löngu dautt.
Þó má ekkert þessu hamla
þörf er brýn að fá
Valdinu að brjóta og bramla
betri stjórnarskrá.
-Óður
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2. |
Desert Places
03:22
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
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3. |
You Live In My Head
01:32
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Words that I have kept
I uttered while you were sleeping
You woke up as I wept
I couldn’t change your mind about leaving
July came and went
I still thought about you
every night before I slept
I would have been ok
If you wouldn’t have come back
to my place
I regret that every day cause
You live in my head
You live in my head now baby
You live in my head
You live in my head now baby
Words that I have dreamt
I woke up to the sound of your voice
My subconscious is exempt
It just goes wherever it goes
God has told Corinne
I haven’t yet learned how to love
And Corinne has told me
It’s a lesson from above
And she said we we’re meant to be
But that was a false prophecy cause
You live in my head
You live in my head now baby
You live in my head
You just live in my head now baby
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4. |
Bruxelles
02:50
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When we parted
It was confusing but it felt right
I was overwhelmed
And you letter made me feel like
we just started
And I couldn't wait to
leave this entrapping island
To come and see you
And on the boat I threw the keys
of yellow dream into the ocean
my home is no longer my home
My expectations
Oh a lovers embrace!
but instead you come and tell me
that it's over
My expectations
Oh well now they've got to change
What of my hopes and my desires
What of my hopes and my desires
Cycling home
The sun it shone
Well lover if you leave me
I'll try not to feel alone
This is how I want to feel
May the four winds speed your travel
and the sun be in your hair
In you fucked up hair.
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5. |
Daddio Down
01:50
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They say that we're all of us equal and equally
different, hence differently treated
and everyone's welcome
but welcome means come
when you're well enough off to be cheated.
Today I must not be too rash,
give a tolerant jack
it's da Bomb, it's the smack of the middle-class.
Never a frown. Whack falls the Daddio down.
Today in a way sees the sayings of love
thrown around and repeatedly eaten
How great that we’re differently coloured
and differently minded and differently beaten
So give peace a chance give the nation a dash
of the Bomb take a hit of the smack of the middle class
Never a frown. Whack falls the Daddio down.
We're all in one place without facing interior racism,
prisons and borders. The unity's fake
for fucks sake look ahead we are led by the axis of order.
The piggies, the judges, the government cocks,
the fascist and sadist bureaucrazy fucks.
Rock the boat cause its fuckeddy fuckin fucked up
fuckin say it without hesitation.
Fuck the flags, fuck the race, fuck the law, fuck the place,
fuck the name, fuck the picture, the papers, the face,
fuck nation, the fences, the wires, the gates,
FUCK THE STATE! and fight deportations.
With a smile or a frown. We'll stand when the Daddio's down.
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6. |
Opportunities Not Plans
01:48
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Without luxury
but with adventure!
It feels like I've been doing this forever.
Feels like I'll never stop
Why would anyone not
live life like I do?
This road stretches as far as we want it too
This road stretches as far as our hearts do
Being away has become my home
Without commodity
But with all I need
I'm tired and I'm hungry
and I'm happy
I am freezing, still,
I've never felt more alive
This road stretches as far as we want it too
This road stretches as far as our hearts do
Being away has become my home
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7. |
Waste Our Magic
03:01
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My brothers’ morning habits
Mostly consist of sleep
Ever since his ex lover
And daughter moved away
I wander if a decade
Of bearing an adults age
Makes me helpless and scared that
His life might never change
We waste our magic
And we never tell the truth
And our father
Our distant parent
I know he prays for me
“May my children not inherit
My lack of harmony”
Picture him in his home town
Born under blue skies
Trapped in between those mountains
In the valley where his father died.
My fathers mother should have
Known better than bringing home
A drunk toothless car mechanic
While my father cried alone
Her husband, her children’s father
Three days dead in the room below.
My mothers’ husband’s merit
His awful temperament
A woman’s cross to carry
She says in his defence
We waste our magic
We waste our magic
And we never tell the truth.
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