Dismal Euphony Lyrics
Dismal Euphony Lyrics
"Ekko Lyrics"
We're All Gonna Blow Lyrics
Instrumental
Instrumental
[Music by Kristoffer Austrheim & Asojorn,]
[Arranged by Kristoffer Austrheim,]
[The poem is based upon]
[Th.Kittelsens "Ekko" completed by Keltziva & Kristoffer Austrheim]
"Ekko i det h?ye fjell hvem er du ?
Hvorfor skjuler du ditt ansikt ?
Hvorfor svarer du og skremmer
Meg med m?rkets gru ?"
I'm Alright Lyrics
I'm alright Nobody worry 'bout me Why you got to gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be? I'm alright Don't nobody worry 'bout me You got to gimme a
I'm alright Nobody worry 'bout me Why you got to gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be? I'm alright Don't nobody worry 'bout me You got to gimme a
En gang p? sin ville ferd
Kom han til en kroket sti
Over stygge ?ratte uren
T?ker svevde tunge, ?leke
Om de klamme klippevegger
Ensom i den dype dal
Sorgen str?mmer inn med velde
Kalde, klamme t?kert?rer
Dryppet stilt fra svarte fjellet
H?yt til taket, trangt til veggen,
Triste toner klinger dypt.
Ensom,
All Through The Night Lyrics
Don't you feel so lonely when it's in the afternoon and you gotta face it all through the night Don't it make you believe
ensom var hans sjel,Don't you feel so lonely when it's in the afternoon and you gotta face it all through the night Don't it make you believe
Ensom i den tause dal.
Selv i fjellets dype hule
Fantes ingen fred og glemsel,
Graven var for stor og vid.
Tungt han ?ar ei ??r av lengsel
Mot m?rknede sjelers sal.
Opp imot i n?kne vegger
Skrek det fra hans ?leke ansikt :
"Er da livet ?are sorg ?"
Tungt ifra det m?rke glemme svarte
In Your Head Lyrics
I'm not one who can complain because no one's perfect, you think you're so smart. You rented me as if I could be returned, but now you've gone too far. What
der en lukket stemme : "Bare sorg"I'm not one who can complain because no one's perfect, you think you're so smart. You rented me as if I could be returned, but now you've gone too far. What
Stille
Ser dine tanker
Et ?ad i t?ke og ?lod
Del mitt kjaerlighets
Ingenting
Jeg er ?are m?nens,
Den erneste
Smak mine ord
Sirkelens ?pning har fredens uro
Jeg famler ?ak lyset
Jeg klatrer i garnet som er gr?tt
Av gr? t?ke p? solens rygg