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«Rodeo»

  1. Locomotion
  2. Sweet lovesong
  3. Under six strings
  4. Drugstore
  5. I’m your man
  6. Barefoot ballet
  7. The Chapman autograph
  8. The end of the miracles
  9. …of the northern man
  10. From the shadow of Elvis

 


Superdebutanten! Ganske enkelt oppsiktsvekkende
— Bergens Tidene
Oppsiktsvekkende - med tanke på hva som rører seg på musikkscenen i 2002
— VG

Locomotion

I won’t be lied to

My king has white suits
My king has black hair
My king has lightyear eyes
Jewelry skies, apple pies, pinky ties

Ain’t this what you bought and paid for?
Ain’t this what you came to see?
Ain’t this what you glow to witness?
He cut himself down, cut himself down, baby

TV, lovelife, fastlane, paisley shirt
Fate, careless, white buildings, tales of changin’

My smile and your violence
My gasoline, your tires
My household, your whole house
My dinner, breakfast time

Falling from grace, landing in glory
A-bomb and artillery

Come baby, let’s join the celebration
Buy his records and scatter them on his grave
Shake your hip, throw them chains off like a slave

Throw back your hair and move closer
Take one last glance upon his throne
Baby, satisfy your man, baby lets’ go home

Up on your feet, falling
Down on your knees, crawling
I hear the sound calling, calling for me and you

Come baby, let's dance for Hiroshima
Come baby, let’s swing it for rock’n roll
Come fill this godforbidden silence
Come fuck me and fill this hole

I said “Draw!”

 

Sweet lovesong

Sweet song
Sweet lovesong
Keep turning on
Keep turning strong

Sweet song
Sweet lovesong
Keep burning on
Flames getting higher, then dead and gone

Sweet song
Sweet lovesong
Keep moving on
Keep moving on now, you’re on your own

I got my cigarette
Got my soul

Sweet song
Sweet lovesong
Keep turning on
Keep turning wrong

Now you’re on your own, keep moving on
Can’t make a sweeter lovesong

I got my cigarette
Got my soul
Sidewalk silhouette, stoplight
Now you’re on your own
Sweet lovesong

I got my cigarette
Got my soul
Sidewalk silhouette
Dead and gone

The next big thing is here to stay
Let’s keep moving on

 

Under six strings

I’m under six strings, off my mind
A naked trace, life as I wanted it
Hello my, my, a trail of skeletons and stars
But, down that road comes what travellers learn

I’m about to learn
I’m about to turn
Baby, I’m just about ready to let go

I’m under six strings, off to find
The silver crosses left on the waterfront

I’m about to learn
I’m about to turn
Baby, I’m just about ready to let go

I’m about to learn
That around this turn
Comes another one
Baby, I’m just about ready to let go

I’m under six strings, off to find
A sacred trail, life as I wanted it

I’m about to learn
I’m about to turn
Maybe I’m just about ready to get strong

 

Drugstore

Far off drugstore
Burning glow
Money
Steady flow
The pull on every string
Pale it drags me through the breeze

A sunflower speaks to me
Of the lightyear and the sea
And tells me to pick up the floor
And drag it out
Of the well

The burning bees
The rainbow trees
The fashion and the fear
Laika
And it does blind
Until the end
Me
The only one

Like primitives could
Like we would
Open grace

And it stays all the same
We drive past changes and fate
Can never reach a state
Where these poems match with us
Until the end
Me
The only one

And I’ve traded passion for fear
Stelt my soul for the breeze to catch
In twilight

Like primitives could
Like we would
Open grace

 

I’m your man

Somebody said I was an honest man
Some said I stood and then some said I ran
Somebody told me about the fire in the sea
Somebody spoke about the skyline mystery

I wanna believe, I wanna believe
I wanna believe in the gold and the sickness
High on the sky
I try to come by
My mile

I’m your man
It ain’t much, but I’m doing what I can
I’m your man

Somebody wanted something
And got it and died
Hell of a ride going nowhere
Choosing agony
On sweet heaven’s balcony

I wanna believe, I wanna believe
I wanna believe in the heart and the weakness
High on the sky
I try to come by
Shy

I’m your man
It ain’t much, but I’m doing what I can
I’m your man
The highest ones won’t land
I’m your man
I was left when all the others ran
I’m your man

I’m your man
It ain’t much, but I’m doing what I can
I’m your man
The highest ones will never come down
I’m your man
I was left when all the others ran
I’m your man

Someone understand

 

Barefoot ballet

You glide across the floor in my sleep
Gently pull my sheets, lay down
Paint circles on my skin
The ballet begins

You dance by my feet
With your fingers laid carefully inbetween
Slipping raindrops on my knees
Making silhouettes on the floor

In your barefoot ballet

The day can throw you away
But, I’m yours again
In your barefoot ballet

I carve you in shadows, right now
As there’s stealing in here
I just pray, I pray for this one to remain

In your barefoot ballet

 

The Chapman autograph

In the alcoholic sperm
In the 1980s perm
In the shadow of your smile
In the features of your child
In the buses and the cars
In the heavens and the stars
In the newspapers and folksongs
In the death of all the old ones
I see you

In the prayers that we’re saying
In the master we’re obeying
In the hi-hat and guitars
In the mountains
In the bars
In the shy, sad, sickening news
In the evening talk shows
In the blues
In the hand of God that holds me
In the t-shirt that he sold me

In the movies
In the dark
In the Technicolor park
In the Lego cities crashing
In the ghettoblaster smashing 

The suntan and moon
In the lotion
In this room
In old Johnny and June
In Cliff Richard and Pat Boone
In the old wooden heart
In the Chapman autograph

In the tiny yellow eyes
In the half-hearted goodbyes
In the underwear you’re kissing
In the pair of tits you’re missing
In the mobile phone you’re wearing
In the silver spoon you’re smearing
In the alcoholic sperm
In the 1980s perm
I see you

In the Coke and Pepsi glass
In the taxis rolling past
In the silver screen collapsing
In the sound of time elapsing
In the shadow of your smile
In the features of your child
In the airplanes
In the stars
In the black and shiny, still sky
I see you

In the churches
And the joints
In the sequels
And the once
In the champ & the contender
In the way I can’t stop remembering
In the spur of the moment
In this overcrowded basement
In freedom & temptation
In fear
In salvation

I see you

 

The end of the miracles

It’s obvious we’re not getting there
And no credit card or reminder will help
It’s just the end of the miracles
The way I see it
And the way you do

Beneath the rainbowed sky
I sing a trackersong
For you and I

And man I ain’t over it yet
Just as the aurora passed by
The way I prayed to the demons
For a toast, a smoke
And a barrel of sun

Beneath the fireplace
I sing a trackersong
To keep the trace

And every day that goes by
I try to recall the moment it all turned
It split the barrel until kingdom come
All for one
Leave amazed

 

…of a northern man

…or it’s naked
And dealt with as the birth of the northern man
The sea incarnated
The tender slave of life
In avantgarde

A vow is sacred
Nothing lasts forever and nothing dies
True, but deniable
Farewell, farewell
We will meet again

When the ship goes down
It’s time to make it home
One stay and one sail
Shelly leaves we will meet again
Towns and flags
You lost me

… or from the high seas
Slower notes collide in a dirge
But keeping it strong
Steady out of the troubles of a song
Beware what she said
Now there’s more than you she’s awakened to
And though she is tired, she is there
And it’s one more day to go

When the ship goes down
It’s time to make it home
One stay and one sail
Shelly leaves we will meet again
Towns and flags
You lost me

 

From the shadow of Elvis

This is where it begins
This is how it comes on
This is where I belong
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is where it begins
This is spotlights and skin
This is me and my stillborn twin
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is money to burn
This is headlights and turns
This is what I have learned
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is where I will leave
This is where I leave home
This is where it will stay
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is blood on the tracks
This is women dressed in black
This is truth that will never come back
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is lipstick and glue
This is what I will do
This is all just for you
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is nowhere to run, baby
Nowhere to hide
This is it, come on ride, baby ride
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is where it will end
This is all that I’ve got
Listen up all you lost ones
How does it feel when you get what you want?

Elvis at 42
Jesus at 33
Me, I’m just 24
How does it feel when you get what you want?

This is where it begins
This is where it will end
This is where I belong
How does it feel when you get what you want?

 

Lyrics by Vidar Vang & Gaute Fredriksen