++ OTHER
++ Ammæli
++ Bravo Pop
++ Cindy
++ Cowboy
++ Dancing Queen
++ Fatlað Fól
++ Greip & Eplasafi
++ Luftgítar
++ Motorcycle Mama
++ My March
++ Ooops
++ Organic Prankster
++ Ó Borg, Mín Borg
++ Polo
++ Pæklaðar plómur
++ Stálnótt
++ Stone Drill (In The Rock)
++ Sweet Jane
++ Sýnist
++ Takk
++ Theft
++ Top Of The World
++ Whole Lotta Loving To Do
++ Worlds Collapse
++ Yonder
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Hún á heima í húsinu þarna þar heim fyrir utan grabblar í mold með fingrunum og munninum, hún er fimm ára þræðir orma upp á bönd geymir köngulær í vasanum safnar fluguvængjum í krús skrúbbar hrossaflugur og klemmir þær á snúru ohhh Hún á einn vin, hann býr á móti þau eru að hlusta á veðrið hann veit hvað margar freknur hún er með hún klórar í skeggið hans Hún mála þungar bækur og límir þær saman hún sá stóran borða hann sveif niður himininn hún snerti hann! ohhh Í dag er afmæli þau sjúga vindla hann ber blómakeðju og hann saumar fugl í nærbuxurnar hennar ohhh þau sjúga vindla þau liggja í baðkari í dag er hennar dagur |
She lives in this house over there has her world outside it grapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth, she's five years old Thread worms on a string keeps spiders in her pocket collects fly wings in a jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line ohhh She has one friend, he lives next door they're listenening to the weather he knows how many freckles she's got she scratches his beard She's painting huge books and glues them together they saw a big raven it glided down the sky she touched it! ohhh Today is a birthday they're smoking cigars he's got a chain of flowers and sows a bird in her knickers ohhh They're smoking cigars they lie in the bathtub today is her day |
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Björk I admit I like you for your brains but you are dry, there is no fun in you you know what life is all about but haven't got guts to enjoy it Come on - I'll make you wet Bubbles - foam of intelligence Einar 'Cause you just want me for my little brains, I don't know what I am doing 'cause I just know you want me for my little brain - 'cause I am your little brain you are, you are just - you are just trying me Björk Stuck in your civilised home sulking over other's stupidity you're awfully clever, but dry I'll get you soaked to the skin Einar Just try me out for strength and I don't know what you want really from me - 'cause I am just trying you want me for my juicy wits - 'cause you don't know what I have Björk You know what life is all about but haven't got guts to enjoy Juicy wits! That's what you need Juicy wits! Einar You only want me for my little things called brains but I know that I can recage you all over the party but you know what I am you just want something different, but you must get my juicy, my juicy wit 'cause my wit is... Björk There's only one way come on - jump in enjoy what's around you there's only one - only one life Bubbles, bubbles - foam of intelligence Bubbles, bubbles - oh! |
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Einar I can't really - stand anymore of this all the lifeguards - keep swimming at me I cant stand any - oh I really can't all I can say is - why don't you both Get me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Einar I am stuck in my little room all these robots they really keep just squeaking I really can't oh mommy take me home! both Take me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Einar Where! where are you mummy? I'm sinking why cant you just be here? I really need you when she said - she said: both She tells me to sit up at home she tells me to sit up at home getting home! getting home, I say to Cindy she tells me to sit up at home she tells me to sit up at home getting home woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Einar Oh I think I am when I'm going poopoo why should I? why should I go poopoo? I really dont know so why? I don't know but she said both Get me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy get me home, I say to Cindy get me home woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo |
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Einar Cowboy cowboy in the big town I'm a cowboy in the big town I'm looking for my pony a mans best friend is his pony aaah! I'm a cowboy aaah, cowboy! I need my pony I lost my pony in the big town I'm a cowboy in the big city looking for my pony I'm a cowboy I'm not alone not lonely not alone not lonely I'm a cowboy I'm stuck like a cowboy in the big city Björk And he affects me the odour of his skin, oh it works in my head I wanna eat him I wanna be in him Einar I'm a cowboy smelt like I sat in in a tin-mine nose is struck in the back my back is struck but who knows I am I am a cowboy cowboy On the second floor on a brass bed in a big city I found my pony but I paid a price I got a silver bullet through my heart I am a were-cowboy I am a were-cowboy a were, were-cowboy A were-cowboy were-cowboy were-cowboy I am a were-cowboy cowboy! |
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Ooh, you can dance - you can jive having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl - watch that screen digging the Dancing Queen You're a teaser, you turn them on leave them burning and then you're gone where they play the pop music, getting in the mood you're in the mood for a dance Anybody could see that guy night is young and the music's high play a bit of rock music, get to turn them on you're in the mood for a dance and when you get the chance You are the dancing queen young and sweet - only seventeen dancing queen watch the feel of the tambourine - oh You can dance - you can jive having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl - watch that scene digging the Dancing Queen digging the Dancing Queen digging the Dancing Queen |
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Ég þekkti einu sinni fatlafól sem flakkaði um á hjólastól með bros á vör og berjandi þó lóminn Hann ók loks í veg fyrir valtara og varð að klessu oj bara þeir tók'ann upp með kíttisspaða og settu hann beint á sjónminjasafnið Fatla fól, fatla fól, flakkandi um á tíu gíra spítthjólastól Fatla fól, fatla fól, flakkandi um á tíu gíra spítthjólastól Hann ók loks í veg fyrir valtara og varð að klessu oj bara þeir tók'ann upp með kíttisspaða og settu hann beint á sjónminjasafnið Fatla fól, fatla fól, flakkandi um á tíu gíra spítthjólastól Fatla fól, fatla fól, flakkandi um á tíu gíra spítthjólastól |
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Svei þér þarna svellbunkinn flái svikull og skítugur ertu og þú leitar lags þar sem þú himir i vondum filin fram á vor en ég var farinn að hata þig fyrir löngu jú strax barasta í vetur greip eplasafi egg og mjólk þad verður enginn á ferli nei það kemur ekkert fólk sem heitið getur Ritað stendur reyki einn þá reykja allir og saklaust ómálga barnið þitt líka neinu eplasafa egg og mjólk og enginn á ferli nei það kemur ekkert fólk nema fantar Það var hann hitler á hálli braut sem hirti ekki um frekar en þú að vanda sporin sin en dauðinn tók hann þennan djöfulóða mann niðri djúpin með sér þangað sem sólin ekki skín hvað segirðu um það? og ég þarf greip eplasafa egg og sykur og engin ferð næstu sex sjö vikur á þennan afskrekkta stað Við leituðum svo langa hríð ljólausir í blindbyl og við fundum ekki guð en kók og kartöfluflögur þær komu svo öllum fyrir rest í góðan filing og stuð og uppþvottalögur og greip eplasafi egg og mjólk en það eru líkur að komi neitt fólk og engar sögur Ég fann þig þú varst flaekt og rifin og föst í ryðgaðri gaddavirsgirðingunni i fimm höfuðáttir tvistuð og teygð en þú tapaðir samt lengi vel ekki virðingunni þú varst jú úr sveit greip eplasafi egg og sykur og enginn á ferli næstu sex sjö vikur í beit Búmannsraunin er mörg og mæðisöm og mikið að sýsla á stóru heimili sjáðu bara okkur hjónin það þarf að koma hundinum og börnunum í bað búa um rúm og skrifa tossamiða og fæða ljónin á léttum osti og greip eplasafi eggjum og mjólk því enginn verður á ferli ekkert fólk að minnsta kosti |
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Björk Luftgítar! Go go! Johnny Triumph Ég dansa ekki Stelpur dansa Ég dansa ekki Ég stíg inn í skuggan Ég dansa ekki Ég fer undir sviðið Ég dansa ekki Ég geri Luftgítar Ósýnilegur - Hann er minn, minn, minn Ósýnilegur - Ég set hendi á mjöðm Ósýnilegur - Ég set hina ut Ósýnilegur - Hann er Luftgítar Björk Luftgítar! Go go! Johnny Triumph Ég toga hann og teygi Hann hendist ut og suður Ég beygla hann og beygi Hann þeytist fram og aftur Ég sveifla og sveigi Hann fer upp og niður Björk Luftgítar! Go go! Johnny Triumph Ég er Luftgítar - Þrýstu honum að þér Ég er Luftgítar - Strjúktu hann allan Ég er Luftgítar - Komiði strákar Ég er Luftgítar - Allir í hring Luftgítar! |
Björk Airguitar! Go go! Johnny Triumph I don't dance Girls they dance I don't dance I'll step into the shadow I don't dance I'll go under the stage I don't dance I do the airguitar Invisible - He's mine, mine, mine Invisible - I put my hand on my hip Invisible - I put the other one out Invisible - He is air guitar Björk Airguitar! Go go! Johnny Triumph I twist and turn him He goes out and south I bend and twist him He goes back and forth I swing and flex him He goes up and down Björk Airguitar! Go go! Johnny Triumph I am air guitar - Press him close to me I am air guitar - Stroke him all over I am air guitar - Come on boys I am air guitar - Everybody form a circle Airguitar! |
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Tell your daddy and your mama too you got something better to do don't stick around the house the rest of your life you're eighteen - you can do what you like You'll be the queen of my highway my motorcycle mama we'll see the world from my Harley We'll get matching jackets and helmets too we'll get respect from the towns we ride through we'll sleep at the roadside in the soft green grass and if the squares walk by we'll let them pass You'll be the queen of my highway my motorcycle mama we'll see the world from my Harley And maybe in a year or two we'll have a little one - she'll look just like you we'll add on a sidecar, electric guitar we'll be a trio - the baby makes three, oh! Tell your daddy and your mama too you've got something better to do don't stick around the house the rest of your life you're eighteen - you can be my wife You'll be the queen of my highway my motorcycle mama we'll see the world from my Harley If the chain don't break! |
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Ooops - alright I'll come over and pour myself over you jars of fun! exciting stories I'll make you forget Tickle you a little bit seduce out your good temper I'll shine all over I'll cook my best dish for you But then it's my turn I want all your adoration Dog, I own you sit down fool you own me I'm yours I'm the sun I'll shine all over you grab the rays sugar Ooops...alright I'll come over and pour myself over you jars of fun! exciting stories I'll make you forget I'll make you forget |
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Björk Hee how! Einar One person calls someone to pour the water because it takes two to pour the water Björk To plough takes two as well but only one to hold up the sky Einar To plough takes two as well but only one to hold up the sky One plays the harp beats a rock with a stick Björk One plays the harp beats a rock with a stick becomes a priest or at least a delicious demon hee how! Einar At least a delicious demon Björk Delicious demon Two men need one money but one money needs no man one is on one's knees loses one's head except maybe a delicious demon hee how! Einar Two men need one money but one money needs no man Two men need no money but one money needs no man one is on one's knees loses one's head except maybe a delicious demon Björk Then one is no longer no longer! Both Delicious demon delicious, oh here he comes again wow! delicious demon So delicious! |
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Ó borg, mín borg, ég lofa ljóst þín stræti þín lágu hús og allt sem fyrir ber Og þótt tárið oft minn vanga væti er von mín einatt, einatt bundin þér Og hversu sem að aðrir í þig narta þig, eðla borg, sem forðum prýddir mig Svo blítt, svo blítt sem barnsins unga hjarta er brjóst mitt fullt af minningum um þig Um síð, um síð ég kem og krýp þér aumur og kyssi jafnvel hörðu strætin þín Því af þér fæddist lífsmíns ljósi draumur eitt lítið barn og það var ástin mín |
Oh town, my town I highly praise your streets your low houses and ____ And though tears often wet my ___ my hope only, only is bound to you And ____ you, noble town, who _____ so ___, so ___ like the young child's heart is my chest filled with memories of you ___, ___ i come and ____ and always kiss your ___ streets for from you are all my life's bright dreams are born a little child and that was my love |
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Björk I'm warping the wicket unbearable in cohabitation I don't close jam jars I wake up too early in the day Einar I - I - I - want you Björk I'm warping the wicket wicket - wicket - wicket Kompry, kompry, kompry Einar I - I - I - want you Björk I'm warping the wicket wicket - wicket - wicket Kompry, kompry, kompry She isn't any longer! She isn't any longer! Einar I - I - I - want you Björk I'm warping the wicket wicket - wicket - wicket Kompry, kompry, kompry Einar I - I - I - want you Björk I'm warping the wicket |
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þú hjálpar ekki neinum með að horfa bara á hann það hefur engin áhrif þótt þúeflaust meinir vel og eins er víst þú nálagst ekki neinn með því að flá hann þú nærð engum með góðu móti þannig út úr skel Pæklaðar plómur parkinsonveiki en allt er þetta yfirleitt eitthvað á reiki við verðum bara að velja þeim vinalegri leiki pæklaðar plómur parkinsonveiki Þú hjálpar ekki neinum með að vera bara á verði vörnin reynist haldlaus og hún gjörir enga stoð því þú hugsar öll þín ráð undir hangandi sverði og hefur þér til skjóls þessa götóttu voð Pæklaðar plómur... Það glæðir ekki vonina að vera af þessum heimi en viðjarnár má slíta eins og hvert annað haft það bætir ekki úr skák þótt þig bærilega dreymi ef þú bindur allt þitt trúss við skilvitlegan kraft Pæklaðar plómur... |
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Einar I went to my job today I couldn't find my job today my job was long gone my job - where is my job? my job is - my job is my job is long gone I went to my job today I couldn't find my job I couldn't find my job I went to my job today My job was long, long, long, long, long, long long, long, long, long, long, long, long, gone But I went to job today I couldn't find my job today I need my job today I need my job today I want to go for work and pray I need my job today I need my job, job, job, job, job, job I need my job, job I need my job I need my job today I need to get it today |
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Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his coat Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim you know, those were different times oh, all the poets they studied rules of verses and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane! Jack he is a banker and Jane she is a clerk both of them save all their monies and then they come home from work Oh, sitting down by the fire, oh the radio just play the classical music there, Jim "The march of the wooden soldiers" and you can hear Jack and you can hear Jack say, oh Sweet Jane! Some people like to go dancing some people have to work and there's even some evil mothers they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blinking their eye you know children are the only ones who blush and life is, just to die |
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Fundið til líka ag ást, heita ást Með allt sem hún sér og allt sem hún færir mér ást heita ást ekkert er bannað Og öll þessi ást í bláum hjörtum ekkert er bannað og allt er hægt þar sem enginn hefur snert en ég snert og fundið til líka og ást, heita ást |
Feel it aswell and love, hot love With all that she sees and all that she gives to me love hot love nothing is forbidden And all of this love in blue hearts nothing is forbidden and everythings possible There where nobody has touched but I have touched and felt it aswell and love, hot love |
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Björk Man put out his head and looked at me I put him, put him underneath my shirt now he's scratching in bus number 12 I sit in the back and cough all the time My bedroom is at the end of the corridore where I listen to cassettes and especially loud tonight so nobody hears him - he's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine I'm gonna keep him underneath my bed Já já - he'll be loved here Já já - could have kept him Einar Behind these bloodstains - she tucked me into darkness I didn't know where I was - or where I was going I got scared - this was my first time - away from home I started to claw - claw and scratch wanted to escape - her grip was firm she won't let me go - she took me away she took me away - she took me away Björk Já já - he'll be loved here Já já - could have kept him Já já - he'll be loved here Já já - could have kept him Einar Her grip was firm - she would not let let me go - but she gave me - a good home She took me away Björk Já já - he'll be loved here Einar Got a new - new home |
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Björk Such a feeling's coming over me there is wonder in most everything I see not a cloud in the sky, but the sun in my eyes and I won't be surprised if it's a dream Everything I want the world to be is now coming true especially for me and the reason is clear - it's because you are here you're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen I'm on the top of the world looking down on creation and the only explanation I can find is the love that I've found ever since you've been around your love puts me at the top of the world Something in the wind has learned my name and it's telling me that things are not the same in the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze there's a pleasing sense of happiness for me There is only one wish on my mind when the day is through I hope that I will find that tomorrow will be just the same for you and me all I need will be mine if you are here I'm on the top of the world... Einar When I was young I listened to the radio they'd be sha-la-la-la and the moon'd still shine they'd be singa-linga-ling that the stars it would sing so fine Björk I'm on the top of the world... Einar All my past memories complicated to me something really make me cry just like before |
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Ok? Uno, dos, one two three quattro! Oh yes, I got a lot of loving to do - a whole lot of living to do come on baby, making love takes two Oh yes I’ve got a lot of living to do - a whole lot of loving to do and there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight but the way you act you'd never would know it's there So baby, time's a wasting, a lot of kisses I ain't been tasting I don't know about you but I’m gonna get my share well I got a whole lot of loving to do... There's a balmy little breeze that's whistling through the trees and it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me Why don't you take a listen, you'll never know what you've been missing Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee Oh got a whole lot of loving to do... You're the prettiest thing I’ve seen, but you treat me so doggone mean ain't you got no heart, I’m dying to hold you near why do you keep me waiting, why don't you start co-operating and the things I say are things you want to hear Oh got a whole lot of loving to do... |
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I meet you, and you tell me what you dreamt - last night I think its great - it's the same dream I dreamt We fall flat - the same dream Worlds collapse Worlds collapse your wall falls on my wall I think I'll go away I think I'll go outside I think of buying hope Meet girl - dreamt a dream too he dreamt another dream he wont tell us her dream but when I offer him my coat he opens up a smile He dreamt a house in the house, a mere wall in the middle of the rift there's: World's collapse World's collapse your wall falls on my wall I think I go away I think I'll form a bomb out of snow I think I'll throw it at girl I think I'll throw it at you I think I'll throw it at girl I think I'll throw it at you |
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There's a useless moon up there in the sky it has neither tail nor start I hang around the café disappointment and you in the yonder I know what a call grapes out from the tar and think filt of names and air I sip coffe ground on café supernova get you in the yonder When I nap when I nap please stay away from my dreams please stay in the yonder - until I wake up Inside you does a heart die, Jane pumps constantly pain and sorrow I leave big tips at some sort of café and you in the yonder When I nap when I nap please stay away from my dreams please stay in the yonder - until I wake up |
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