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Tintin In Tibet

Driving through the night
Mercedes Benz 300d
Frosty weather in October
Not a soul in sight
The kids are sleeping in the back
Mercedes Benz 300d
The taperecorder is playing
Absolute Greatest by Hergé1
 
We drive through Sweeden
The long way home
Alone on the silent planet
It's the kids and me and also ”Tintin in Tibet”
 
The boys groan in their sleep
Mercedes Benz 300d
On the tape we reach Himalaya
Captain Haddock knows what is about to happen
Both hands on the wheel
Mercedes Benz 300d
Noone notices Yeti
Before the abonimable snowman strikes
 
We drive through Sweeden
The long way home
Alone on the silent planet
It's the kids and me and also ”Tintin in Tibet”
 
We drive through Sweeden
The long way home
Alone on the silent planet
It's the kids and me and also ”Tintin in Tibet”
 
Time doesn't stop for red lights
Mercedes Benz 300d
Soon the tape needs to be turned
And that is it
Life moves on
Mercedes Benz 300d
For ever together there in Småland
And in a little while it will start to snow
 
We drive through Sweeden
The long way home
Alone on the silent planet
It's the kids and me and then ”Tintin in Tibet”
 
We drive through Sweeden
The long way home
Alone on the silent planet
It's the kids and me and then ”Tintin in Tibet”
 

• 1. Author of Tintin

A Quiet And Peaceful Sunday In Århus V.

A quiet and peaceful Sunday in Århus V.1
I am Hassan, driving around in a tuned BMW
Temporary there's been put a stop on all integration
In Bispehaven2 everyone is waiting for noone
 
A quiet and peaceful Sunday in Århus V.
The area is empty, there's not a soul in sight
Yes, by the way two blokes are there kicking at tires
Before you can count to ten they're already gone3
 
And it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the freedom to let fear inside
Yes, it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the right to meet the world with an open mind
 
A quiet and peaceful Sunday in Århus V.
The white there at the table looks like fresh snow
There's a scent of Kebab and large-scale Halal
Black Army is having closeout sale
 
And it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the freedom to let fear inside
Yes, it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the right to meet the world with an open mind
 
A quiet and peaceful Sunday in Århus V.
The Friday prayers moved to the nearest mosque
The imam yells ”God is great” after someone who yells ”fuck!”
Two kids make truce in a war that lasted long enough
 
And it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the freedom to let the light in
Yes, it's summer, it's sunshine and it's Sunday
With the right to meet the world with an open mind
 

• 1. Århus is the second largest city in Denmark, seated in Jutland. ”V.” is for ”Vest”/”West”
• 2. Residential area in Århus, often referred to as a ghetto
• 3. In Danish ”ti” meaning ”ten” is the last syllable of ”politi” meaning ”police” making way for a wordplay that can't be translated into English

Devastated Country

In his soul devastated country is living
In his blood a fear is flowing
In his sleep a heel of a boot is stumping
Restless around in his head
In his soul a devastated hope is living
Transformed into revenge and hatred
No joy finds its way in there
Maybe we could help each other out
 
Let your scream become my scream
Make the world larger than mine
Don't let your war become our war
Let our peace become yours
Become yours, become yours
 
An open wound grows in his body
In memory of the shot of a sniper
The anger can't stop itself
It must fight to get out
A bonfire is burning on Nørrebro1
A fugitive crosses his tracks2
I don't wanna wear those shoes3
Come out of the dark sister and brother
 
Let your scream become my scream
Make the world larger than mine
Don't let your war become our war
Let our peace become yours
Become yours, become yours
 
Inside of me a total mess is living
Of doubt and timely dedication
I can't wait for the world to wait
I need to live right now
 
Let your scream become my scream
Make the world larger than mine
Don't let your war become our war
Let our peace become yours
 
Let your scream become my scream
Make the world larger than mine
Don't let your war become our war
Let our peace become yours
Become yours, become yours
 

• 1. Part of Copenhagen, capital city of Denmark
• 2. ”En flygning krydser sit spor”/'A Fugitive Crosses His Tracks' is a Norwegean novel from 1933 written by Axel Sandemose. In it the so-called ”Jantelov” is formulated, a ”law” Danes are said to be heavily influenced by
• 3. Referring to ”Wearing small shoes”, a danish saying that means you're petty and narrow minded

The Boys From Caltex

Now the boys from the Caltex1 station drift home
And Travets Margrethe opens the window ajar
Headteacher Madsen brings the bible down from the fourth floor
Reads the Song Of Songs out loud as if it was a medical record
 
And you stand there in the shadows
I cannot let you in
 
Merchant Sallerup drives off into something that looks like strong winds
He's off to fetch a letter from a deceased uncle in Kazakhstan
The news papers are waiting for boys who wants to deliever the message
Through gardens with hedges and scissors and molehills
 
And you stand there in the shadows
I cannot let you in
You stand there in the shadows
I cannot let you in
 
It's been long time, you
But wait, just stay a little longer
 
And the heart throbs faithfully in your body
With the prospect of a life that will never give in
 
The girls from the yellow blocks at Sejrlystvej
Defianly looks past us, this is no longer child's play
We hang lethardic out on the corner looking at nothing
We love not to have anywhere to go to
 
And you stand there in the shadows
I cannot let you in
You stand there in the shadows
I cannot let you in
 
It's been long time, you
But wait, just stay a little longer
 
And the heart throbs faithfully in your body
With the prospect of a life that will never give in
 
The tears slide down the fishmongers window
A roach is gasping for breath and catch an unrestrained fly
Alberts dad is drinking and says ”the bottle is my only friend”
As such they sit crying on a bench in the sunset
 
Come out of the shadows
Come, and I'll take you home
Come on shadow
Come and let's go home
 
It's been long time, you
But wait, just stay a little longer
 
And the heart throbs faithfully in your body
With the prospect of a life that will never give in
And the heart throbs faithfully in your body
With the prospect of a life that will never give in
 

• 1. Petroleum brand

For Ever And Always

For ever and always chasing the dream
I struggle very hard against the tide
For all the beautiful that must and should remain
Each drop of light in the darkest basement
Every suction of life counts
The wine reeks of extravagance
 
Lift yourself above the given middle ground
Sink the ships that weighs you down
Spend from your joy and be proud of yourself
No one will judge you
No one will take credit for your defeats
After all innocence prevails in the end
 
Hold me tight and tempt your god
Sing it again, reach out
 
And the eyes flicker to the south and to the north
Has been misplaced at the table of the rich
Hungry for fun, it tastes bland
See a future to the east or to the west
View myself standing as a trespasser
Nothing special, it's just a feeling
 
Lift yourself above the given middle ground
Sink the ships that weighs you down
Spend from your joy and be proud of yourself
No one will judge you
No one will take credit for your defeats
After all innocence prevails in the end
 
Hold me tight and tempt your god
Sing it again, reach out
And eat the forbidden fruit you can reach
Steal all the time you can get
 
No view and a long time given
The horizon nestles closely around your waist
Eternity wears a waterproof suit
The waterfront is harshly outlined
Scrap construction in my soul and my body
Squeezes each hope to the last straw
 
No one will judge you
No one will take credit for your defeats
After all innocence prevails in the end
 
Hold me tight and tempt your god
Sing it again, reach out
And eat the forbidden fruit you can reach
Steal all the time you can get
 

Are We Happy Or What?

May we feel free?
May we feel equal?
May we feel free?
May we feel like we stuck
To what we believed?
May we feel like we stuck?
 
Are we happy or what?
T-the answer is yes
We are happy or what
 
Way too much, way too little
That is life, yours and mine
 
Yours and mine, mine and yours
Yours and mine
 
Can we think big
About what we've done?
Can we think big
Should we struggle some more?
Or stay here?
Should we struggle some more?
 
Are we happy or what?
T-the answer is yes
We are happy or what
 
Way too much, way too little
 
Yours and mine, mine and yours
Yours and mine
 
Can we safely sleep?
Are we driven by fear?
Can we safely sleep?
Are we in the right place?
Did we bring each other along?
Are we in the right place?
 
Are we happy or what?
T-the answer is yes
We are happy or what
 
Way too much, way too little
That is life, yours and mine
 
Yours and mine, mine and yours
Yours and mine
Yours and mine, mine and yours
Yours and mine
 
Yours and mine, mine and yours
Yours and mine
Yours and mine
 

The Hospital For Broken Things

The hospital for broken things, wrecked dreams, and lives
Has decided to hospitalize you1 like a file in their archive
The office for all sorts of things has called and said that things were bad
You react so unmanageably to what's normally normal
 
Therefor, you're lying here, suffering at the hospital for broken things
Waiting for better times to slowly make their way in
 
The department of lost things found you at a crying hotel
Together with 30 written complaints and a panicking face
The center of pain research has diagnosed you with 'soft'
A far too big, spacious heart's at risk of being your death
 
Therefor, you're lying here, suffering at the hospital for broken things
Waiting for better times to slowly make their way in
 
I came to visit you yesterday, got the top surgeons verdict
As I stepped into the early spring, the room was already empty
The institute for questionable honor sent the analysis right away
They almost can't wait to cut in such a split mind
 
Therefor, you're lying here, suffering at the hospital for broken things
Waiting for better times to slowly make their way in
 
They don't ask me about anything, they already know my answer
I woefully shake my head, starting to get ready
 
Therefor, you're lying here, suffering at the hospital for broken things
Waiting for better times to slowly make their way in
 

• 1. 'Lægge ind' means 'to put [something] in', but 'indlægge' means 'to hospitalize.'

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