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Brot (The Breaking)

by Svavar Knutur

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Engir stormar í nótt hafa að mér sótt Aldrei þessu vant Ég hef gengið á skjön, allt mitt líf og plön lenda upp á kant. Og þó ég geti stundum reynt, að sigla í lífinu beint Sækir óreiðan að. Fyllir hugann af hríð heimsins harða tíð Finn engan felustað. Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið, Eitt andartak. Ég hef hrakist um haf, sokkið á bólakaf Siglt hjarta mínu í strand Komist aftur á flot, fengið á sálina brot ekki ratað í land. Og þó að stundum virðist ró, illa gengur þó Að lægja öldurnar. Samt þá tilhugsun tel, að tímans stytti upp él, mér til lífsbjargar. Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið, Eitt andartak... Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið? Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið? Gæti ég í smá stund, verið eins og þið? Eitt andartak, eitt andartak, Eitt andartak.
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The Curtain 03:03
Sunbeam shining through a dewdrop, hanging on an oakleaf, brings the thought of you, naked, stepping from the shower, your wet body glitters in the dusty hue. Colors, sounds of birds and whispers, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by. Ravens, hopping on a rooftop, dancing in the twilight, crowing at the stars. You, me, drunk from wine and music, dancing after midnight, in abandoned bars. Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by. Cats in heat, a busy street, a siren in the night, a thousand sounds that call me back to you. Colors, sounds of birds and whispers, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
3.
I’m in love with a girl from Vancouver Maybe I’ll move there, maybe I’ll move there. She’s so sweet, she’s got my heart in a hoover, Girl from Vancouver, girl from Vancouver. Ooooh… She’s got a smile like an upside down rainbow Where did my brain go? Where did my brain go? How she does it, it’s so hard to explain though… Smiles like a rainbow, smiles like a rainbow. Ooooh… She’s so sweet, like candy from a stranger. Like a poisonous fruit, so pretty and red She’s got eyes that radiate the danger. I’d like to lay her on my lonely bed. I lie back and I think of Vancouver Someday I’ll move there, someday I’ll move there. Think of her as she’s shaking that smooth hair, Girl from Vancouver, Girl from Vancouver,
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Ég beið eftir þér, ég beið langa stund eftir þér. Og sól kom upp yfir snjóinn. Og nú er ég hraun, Ég er mosavaxið hraun. En djúpt undir bergi slær hjarta, slær tröllshjartað enn.
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Skín sem bjartur silfurhringur Skín þér ljúfi ljósvíkingur Mánans öldublik á móðu Mjúk og lygn í draumi hljóðum Í draumsins ljóðum. Með þér skal til morguns dvelja Með þér himins stjörnur telja. Gæta þín í blundi blíðum Barnið mitt með hljóðum þýðum, Á anda hlýði. Undir stjörnum bátur bíður Undan ströndu blítt hann líður Horfin sorg í huldum straumi Hlýnar sál í gullnum draumi Gullofnum draumi
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Wanderlust 04:51
Ain’t it hard to have a home When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home. And ain’t it good to say goodbye Throw your troubles into the sky. Makes it good to say goodbye I have walked and I have strayed So many roads, so many ways. And I’ve stumbled, and I fell low, So much to see, so much to show. And ain’t it hard to have a home, When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home. And as the world, glides on by on a train, a tiny sigh leaves my mouth and greets the day, drifts on south, floats away. Ain’t it hard to have a home When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home. And ain’t it good to say goodbye Throw your troubles into the sky. Makes it good to say goodbye Makes it sweet to say goodbye makes it hard to have a home, but kind of sad to be alone.
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There’s something you should know. My love, before I go, how you set my heart aglow, with all you are. How you smile when you are weak, And the way you stroke my cheek, How you’ll always be unique, my guiding star. And I get easily obsessed with small things Like the flutters in my chest, your voice brings and when I finally come to rest, it all rings true Thank you for the little things you do. I could wander for a while, in the wonders of your smile, every day, another mile, behind your eyes. And I love it when you drink, and your inhibitions shrink and you make that dirty wink you can’t disguise. And I get easily obsessed with small things Like the flutters in my chest, your voice brings and when I finally come to rest, it all rings true Thank you for the little things you do. How I love your gentle tone, When your grandma’s on the phone, and how you’ve always known my crazy ways How you mumble in your sleep, And how laughter makes you weep, The memories we keep and lazy days.
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Þokan 04:55
Myrk er þokan og mjó þau sund sem marka leið í var. Hljóður sit og hlusta um stund, svo heyri fjallsins svar. Lágan syng leiðartón, landi fjarri enn. Felur sig í fjarskanum, finn ég áttir senn. Fjallið tað er kvirt, men kennir teg havið, sum berjir støðugt inn á seg tokan hylur klettarnar sum altíð fara at síggja veruleikan. Læðist þokan lygn og mjúk, Ljóð sem felur ótal leyndarmál. Í sanginum finna vit sannleikan Og sálin finnur í lögunum ljós.
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Úlfar 04:24
Situr hjá mér snáðinn minn Syngur út í alheiminn og einhvers staðar bíður þín svar Elsku Úlfar Brosið þitt svo blítt og tært Blasir við mér undurskært Það græðir hjartans sárasta mar Elsku Úlfar Allt er hulið, ekkert sé Ósprottið er lífs þíns tré En sálin leitar ljóss alls staðar Elsku Úlfar Berðu vinur höfuð hátt Heimsins gaman oft er grátt. Enn gráttu ekki nokkuð sem var Elsku Úlfar Hlakka til að heyra og sjá Hjartað þitt um heiminn slá Fyrstu skrefin fylgjumst við þar. Elsku Úlfar
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Slow Dance 07:42
There we lay, in a low place Waiting game, no rules no form A crooked smile, spread on your face All prepared for the coming storm Our embrace, like a slow dance moving with unyielding force Waves of pain, gentle torment, A rising tide with no remorse We can work it out We can work it out We can do without the fear. Hours pass in a slow ache As I hold your tender frame Then you fall, like a snowflake Melting in the growing flame We can work it out We can work it out We can do without the pain. Come on baby one more go (try/annað), you can do it! it's a miracle! it's swell! Oh my god you're doing well! It's almost over! Squeeze my hand we're almost there! You can do it! Hold on baby! Something's wrong! Come on darling! Just stay strong! It's almost over! Come into the light come into the light welcome home come into the light

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Brot (the breaking) is Svavar Knútur's fourth solo album, telling stories of struggles, love, wanderlust, family, helplessness and finding your way when you are lost.

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released October 1, 2015

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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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