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Bil / Between EP

by Svavar Knútur

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1.
MORGUNN / MORNING Lítil fugl í leyni lúrir undir steini. Kveður senn sitt næturskjól. Lítil sála læðist, ljós í fjarska glæðist, gáir móti morgunsól. Dvínar dalalæða dormar milli hæða. Fagnar sólu sérhvert blóm. Ljómi lautir baðar, lítil hjörtu hraðar slá við lífsins bjarta hljóm. Ljósið loga kveikir, lifnar sálin tætt og köld. Mætir nýjum degi. Hugur hýrnar, vaknar, heimurinn sindrar, allt er nýtt. Sólin faðm út breiðir, umvefur allt. Háa yfir hnjúka himins fingur strjúka. Morgunglóðin heilsar hlý. Ský af himni hopar hörfa daggardropar. Fagnar degi veröld ný. Ljósið loga kveikir, lifnar sálin tætt og köld. Mætir nýjum degi. Hugur hýrnar, vaknar, heimurinn sindrar, allt er nýtt. Sólin faðm út breiðir, umvefur allt. ENGLISH TRANSLATION: A little bird secretly cuddles beneath a stone. Soon it will leave it's nightly shelter. A little soul quietly, as the light wakes in the distance, looks towards the morning sun. The valley mist wanes, slumbers between hills. Every flower greets the sun. The glow bathes the hills, little hearts beat faster, to the bright music of life. The light wakes the flames, the soul, so tattered and cold comes a live and meets the new day. The mind gladdens, awakens, the world sparkles, everything is new. The sun opens its arms. Embraces all. The tall peaks of mountains are caressed by the fingers of heaven. The morning glow greets warmly. A cloud retreats from the sky, as dewdrops withdraw. And a new world celebrates the day. The light wakes the flames, the soul, so tattered and cold comes a live and meets the new day. The mind gladdens, awakens, the world sparkles, everything is new. The sun opens its arms. Embraces all.
2.
Janúar 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 man þig janúar. Ég sé þig janúar. English translation: January Darkness swallows all,
 But beneath the snow with stoic, cold resolve.
 January stirs. 
With a quiet grunt pulls up his pants. 

Scowls with a furrowed brow, 
piercing eyes towards a freezing sun.
 „This disaster will not do! 
It lies so flat, but must rise.“

 Oh January, the month least loved.
 How glorious is your thankless work?

 The sun rises gently.
 But behind the scenes old January strives. 
Like a roadie after the show 
or a garbageman on his monday morning shift.

 Oh January, the month least loved. How glorious is your thankless work? 

And after all that he gave
, January crawls back beneath his fur.
 Until duty calls him forth once more, 
like a snow-covered Batman. 

Oh January, the month least loved.
 How glorious is your thankless work?
 I know you January, I see you January. The sun rises gently, in january. Darkness swallows all, in january.
3.
The Hurting Broken glass, Torn up curtains I feel it in my heart Here comes the hurting. 
She’s a crocodile, Under the surface
She greets me with a smile Here comes the hurting She knows my soul And She knows it’s troubles. I kept it in the hole
but here comes the hurting 
She come slow, But She comes for certain She never lets me go Here comes the hurting. Everybody’s got a devil to drag. Everybody’s got some dirt in their bag. Show me how to hold a shattered heart. I did wrong Got no excuses I’ve held on for too long,
And here comes the hurting.
4.
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit There isn't any other stair quite like it I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top So this is the stair where I always stop Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town And all sorts of funny thoughts run 'round my head It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit There isn't any other stair quite like it I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top So this is the stair where I always stop.

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I really wanted to make a little EP for my fans that like the Acoustic versions of my rockier songs. It's also the "flip" between Ahoy! Side A and Side B. ❤️

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released March 11, 2020

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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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