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Twelve point seven melts into the skin like a drop in the sea. Crushes, severs, lights a fire within; engineered beauty. Muscles, marrow, morals and ideals are left broken behind. Twelve point seven, everything must yield to Norwegian design. Twelve...

That your friends hid beneath the same flag as your foes was a blessing to fire at will and out of the trenches a new day arose there’s strength in these broken arms still so burn all the poems and rip up the books the words will white out as you sing t...

Learning to kill is a matter of habit The more you have done it, the better you're at it It starts on the alleys of Sechem at night The borderlines blur in the evening light A rifle butt bangs on an old rusty door "Where is your father? Get down on the fl...

Lately I've been listening to the voice inside my head. Sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming that the world's about to end. Of course I know things might just work themselves out. But this feeling is getting stronger… Am I losing my mind? I nee...

...but I still find cracks in this thin crust small stains of paint that's been spilled children awake out of sawdust wrapped in a black-spotted film as I try peeling it strikes me ('cause still some things come from within): the feeling of being human...

Wake up! A new day has dawned beneath the cobblestones. Brighter than ever before, beneath the cobblestones. Wake up, and find what was sown beneath the cobblestones. Flowers speak louder than guns beneath the cobblestones. 

The dogs of war are loose again Cold blows the wind to me And widows weep for fallen men for fallen men they weep again Cold blows the wind to me. Again the ravens rule the skies Cold blows the wind to me With hacking beaks and hungry cries With hungr...

Our veins are too thin for all our blood to stream at one time the love you let in will die away somewhere in your mind you lost all your sons and killed your daughters with your own doubt so now you are one who caves slowly in as stories spin out caves sl...

If it’s part of the plan that we add up in twos then it comes to a point where you cannot choose with the world at your feet you’re all set to explore but grow weak as you’re there and you don’t know in whose lines to enroll without a name, a god, a goal you...

Eg har en liten åker En åker der eg sår Men lang e vores vinter Og sein e vores vår No e det medt i sommarn Og eg sår mens bjørka står Med grønt lauv i snyen Grønt lauv... Det græle grått i fjorden Og nordavijnn rår Og naboen min, han Tomas Kjem ruslanes og s...

Kanskje va det nån som ropte og kanskje va det bære vind men eg svor eg va åleina, eg tok av støvlan og gjekk inn der i kjøken koktes kaffi førr aller siste gong førr eg va kommen heim så kanskje va det nån som ropte og kanskje va det bære vind kanskje f...

They say home is the place where your heart is Then I am home now though I am far away For so long I’ve let deep forests guard it And now it’s begging me to stay And I’m trying my best to be tough To pretend I am strong and can siphon it off But I’m not...

It won’t come marching in or kick in your door. There’ll be no writing in red letters. It will not call itself by names you’ve heard before. It won't crawl up from ill-lit cellars. This ghost is pin-striped, not some fool inside a sheet. There'll be no g...

A knight strikes into another square with all his might, but there is no one there. Tell me once more: Who are we really fighting for? A pawn falls to an invisible hand. He is swept off the board, and then the game is on again. Tell me once more: Who are...

Det fauk ikkje alt av frø dit lendet va best nokken slo rot der berget bratne som mest alle så ville dem oppdrømte seg stor men lagnaden ga ikkje alle den same jord nokken bei rake teina i solskjennslia andre krøyktes i flågan på skyggesida mange slags gagneve...

As you wake up the lights are all out the air is dead but the blood leaves no doubt you’ve been drowning, you’ve been burning with thirst now you’re cold clay and a steel web’s spun around a brave, careless world pick an apple and watch it rot feel the fire f...

See the kids, how they play dress-up in your clothes from 1968. Hear the songs, how they sound like the ones you played back in 1968. I've seen it in the pictures, the flowers, the parades, the hope you held, the mess you made. You sigh and say "in my day...

Sometimes it feels like one makes no difference at all. That no matter what you do, it will always be too small. But if you just go on and never stop in the end all the small things will add up. Little by little, day by day, the sun will melt the winter...

Looks like you’ve been eating magpie eggs again ‘cause your face is a stamp that’s rejecting the little red marks to comprehend what’s not that good, and what’s bad so first i’ll have a day off to recover and then another week to make my plans and if y...

I ran away with all the rain still dripping from my face I kept awake just like a moonchild, silent september songs Just keep awake, here lives the nightwild, and I will run away again