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Curtains fall in November
cover all that lies behind.
Every day like fading embers
growing darker than the last.
Clouds a thousand shades of memories,
And the sun is fading fast.
Snow drifts down in November
a quiet blanket on my mind
Summer begs me to remember.
Tie me tighter to the mast.
Light a candle in November
And the light is fading fast.
There’s a force in the winter calm,
just as strong and wild as any storm.
There’s a glow in the darkness,
that keeps a roaming soul safe and warm.
Tear down my shroud of fear.
Make it all disappear.
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Hope and fortune
04:06
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I left my home on an Autumn day
Turned my face to the ocean grey
Shed my life for a chance to be free
Hang onto hope on a treacherous sea
So look back again on that land of mine
To have my heart and beguiled
What lies ahead can't be a mistake
Day by day another Yankee wave
O'er the seas we go
Say fare thee well so long to the world you know
Oh the hell we'll raise
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
They say hope is a fickle thing
But I'd rather hope than face another frozen spring
I'd rather brave the ocean's rage
Than safely starve another day
Devil you know or the devil you don't
A hangman's smile or a pastor's doubts
For hope is a thing we can't afford
I won't leave my luck in the hands of the lord
Over the seas we'll go
Say fare thee well so long to the world we know
Oh the hell we'll raise
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
All I'm brining along with me
Tiny branch of my family tree
All we've lost and all we've known
We'll plant anew and watch it grow
Over the seas we go
Say fare thee well so long to the world you know
Oh the well we'll raise
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
I say o'er the seas we'll go
Say fare the well so long to the world you know
Oh the hell we'll raise
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
When fortune guides us over furious waves
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Refur
03:29
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Nú færir rökkrið frið og ró
og feimin lúrir sól í sjó.
Í hálsakoti er hósíló.
Þar leggur lítið refaskinn
leið sína brátt í draumheiminn.
Nú kveður sólin kjarr og lyng,
og kyssir lítinn ljósvíking.
Heldur svo áfram næsta hring.
Þá eftir liggur anginn minn
og arkar senn í draumheiminn.
Þar syndum við
milli skýja, hlið við hlið.
Hver hjartsláttur er
himnadýrð, leikandi með þér.
Nú sólin sleikir morgunsár,
með sælubrosi knýr á brár
og stráin þerra daggartár.
Þá rumskar litli Refurinn
og rekur aftur draumheiminn.
Þar syndum við
milli skýja, hlið við hlið.
Hver hjartsláttur er
himnadýrð, leikandi með þér.
English translation:
Now, twilight brings us peace and calm,
and shyly, the sun rests in the sea.
In the nook of my arms, there is sanctuary.
There, a tiny fox soon strides into the world of dreams.
Now, the sun bids goodnight to birch and heather,
and kisses a little champion of light.
Continues on to the next circle.
And my little one stays behind,
and ventures into the world of dreams.
There we swim
between clouds, side by side.
Every heartbeat is celestial glory,
playing with you.
Now, the sun licks the morning wound,
with a joyful smile knocks on our brows.
And the straws dry the dewdrops tears.
Then the little Fox stirs
and drives back the dream world.
There we swim
between clouds, side by side.
Every heartbeat is celestial glory,
playing with you.
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The tide is rising
04:50
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I feel it in my bones
the tide is rising
my mind is gliding
the tide is rising
I feel it in my soul
the tide is rising
my mind is gliding
The ground is sliding
the tide is rising
don’t be afraid
it’s only water
to wash away your fears, your doubt, your pain...
I feel it in my throat
the tide is rising
there’s no horizon
the world’s colliding
the tide is rising
don’t be afraid
it’s only water, it’s only water
don’t be afraid
it’s only water, it’s only water
Of late there’s raged a hateful a war in me
exhausted soldiers left the battlefield
the tide is rising, the tide is rising,
And I will rise along, rise along with it.
And I will rise along, rise along.
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Janúar
04:30
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Myrkrið gleypir allt.
En undir snjó með rammri kaldri ró
rumskar janúar,
Rymur hljótt og gyrðir sig í brók
Ýfða yglir brá,
Augu pírð í átt að kaldri sól.
„Þessi fjandi dugar skammt!
Hún liggur flöt en skal á loft!“
Ó janúar, sem enginn ann.
Hve dýrðlegt er þitt vanþakkláta starf?
Sólin rís með hægð,
en bak við tjöldin böðlast Janúar.
Eins og rótari,
eða ruslakall á mánudagsmorgni.
Ó janúar, sem enginn ann.
Hve dýrðlegt er þitt vanþakkláta starf?
Og eftir allt, sem hann gaf,
Janúar skríður aftur undir feld.
Þar til skyldan kallar enn á ný,
Eins og snæviþakinn Batman.
Ó janúar, sem enginn ann.
Hve dýrðlegt er þitt vanþakkláta starf?
Ég sé þig janúar, ég man þig janúar.
English translation:
Darkness swallows all,
but under the snow,
with a harsh, cold calm,
January stirs,
quietly grunts
and girds itself in pants.
Folds a furrowed brow,
Eyes squint toward the cold sun.
"This catastrophe is useless! She lies flat but shall soar!"
Oh, January, that noone loves.
How splendid is your thankless task?
The sun rises gently,
but behind the curtains, January strives.
Like a roadie, or a garbage man on a Monday morning.
Oh, January, that noone loves.
How splendid is your thankless task?
And after all that he gave,
January crawls back under the fur.
Until duty calls again,
Like a snow covered Batman.
Oh, January, that noone loves.
How splendid is your thankless task?
I see you, January,
I remember you, January.
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Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here,
as I toss and I turn in my bed.
I long for your touch and I miss you so much
and the silence has torn me to shreds.
But even in longing, I still feel the pronging
of misery's poisonous claws,
when in your perfection I catch my reflection
and in it my numerous flaws.
Babe, don't be afraid,
you know I love you with all of my heart.
Please come back to me,
don't let those wicked thoughts tear us apart.
You're brave and you're strong, I am timid and wrong,
you're a diamond and I am but coal.
You're the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar,
you're a nightingale, I am a mole.
Babe, don't think that way,
these are the demons that bite at your soul.
Please, listen to me,
you're losing your mind and you're out of control.
Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse
as I can't hold these bad thoughts at bay.
So I'll whine and I'll moan and I'll cry on the phone
'till I finally drive you away.
And then I will ride with my deflated pride
and the warmth of the blood in my shoe,
'till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar
will be all that reminds me of you.
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Hard Things (Repainted)
04:03
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Hard things you said to me,
of monsters beneath your sea
that lurk in the dark and deep abyss.
And hard things you told me of
a cold and a bitter frost,
that bites at your feet while we kiss.
And so we ran, away from the storm.
Your feet on my belly to keep me warm.
We have to learn, soon we'll both learn
to let go of our pain.
And to think I thought you needed time,
to think I thought you needed time,
to think I thought you needed time to think.
Warmth I can give to you,
to last us the whole night through.
I'll scatter your bad dreams away.
And all of our sorrows and all of our banes,
will make like the snowflakes and melt in the rain
and leave us the puddles to play.
And to think I thought you needed time,
to think I thought you needed time,
to think I thought you needed time to think.
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Impossible (Repainted)
04:36
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I love you
But you're impossible,
so insufferable to love.
I adore you,
But you keep drinking
and now you're sinking
into your hell.
I've loved you ever since I can remember,
And I love your gentle heart with all its stains.
But you seem so set on burning up your body,
until nothing but your skeleton remains.
I love you
But you're impossible,
so insufferable to love.
I adore you,
But you keep lying
and now I'm trying
to cut you loose.
I Know that you're a really decent person,
and I love you with every ounce of all my pain.
But you liquify your soul with your bad habit,
until nothing but your hollow shell remains.
And I had hoped,
but it's impossible.
And I had tried,
but to no avail.
And Now it seems
my only option,
is to turn my back on you.
But I love you
But you're impossible,
so insufferable to love.
I adore you
But you keep drinking
And I've been thinking
and I won't let you drag me down.
I hope that you don't take my words the wrong way,
and I hope that you break free from all your chains.
But nothing's gonna stop you going nowhere,
until nothing but your hollow shell,
and nothing but your skeleton,
and nothing but your memory remains.
And I love you
But you're impossible,
so insufferable to love.
I adore you
but you keep drinking
And now I’m sinking
Into your hell.
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I met you on a wednesday night
all ginger haired in evening lights
and how…
How my heart went mad,
And I sighed.
You knew before we kissed that we would
crash and burn and hiss and churn
and how…
How you bowed your head,
and you cried.
Oh how you cried,
and oh how I sighed.
If I had only known,
wouldn't have mattered either way.
Crush is such a fitting word
you crushed me like a little bird
and how…
How I gave my all,
how we tried.
Now all that's left for you and me
is a glorious catastrophe
and how…
How I bow my head.
And I cry...
Oh how I cry…
And oh, how we tried.
If I had only known,
wouldn't have mattered either way.
Could somebody reflect for me,
what's normal to expect from me.
From life, and from love and from all of the above.
How can I, how can I…
Possibly know, oh how things go?
If I had only known,
wouldn't have mattered either way.
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Some people say the end is near
and some say that it's already here.
But I won't feel the slightest fear,
if my arms are full of you.
Maybe we will suffocate
on poison fumes and clouds of hate.
But I won't care about my fate,
if my arms are full of you.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
Let it burn, burn, burn.
Crushed by the oceans mighty waves
or ripped apart by robotic slaves.
I won't mind the crowded graves,
if my arms are full of you.
Burned alive by bitter ash
or a supernovas blinding flash.
I won't feel that biting lash,
if my arms are full of you.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
Let it burn, burn, burn.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
Let it burn, burn, burn.
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Svavar Knutur
A troubadour of humble beginnings and rural upbringing, Svavar Knútur's music tells stories of love, tragedies, sadness and redemption, looking back at his country's sad and shame-filled history. His voice always seem to strike a chord with his audiences, along with his decadently charming on-stage persona, his concerts at times comprised of stories within stories and songs within songs. ... more
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