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Two Small Brooks

Me multiplied by me equals me
What happened to you then
When the tires exploded on the rocky road
I know exactly how much I gave
So when you come by one day
I'm confident I gave it my all
 
Before the ocean both of us are small
But two small brooks makes a larger river1
 
Sometimes when a picture falls down
A door slams shut
And you hear the crash, whilst trying to say
 
We pick everything up, we lean in
Over and home
We've got a man overboard and a woman on land
 
Before the ocean both of us are small
But two small brooks makes a larger river
 

• 1. Derived from the Danish proverb 'Mange bække små gør en stor å', which means 'Many small brooks makes a big river', meaning that a lot of small amounts together, become a large amount. The English version is 'Many a mickle makes a muckle'

For the Rats, For the Crows, For the Dogs

He has so much to say
That no one will hear of
They must cut in his body
To know what he has at heart
It has accumulated in the small lung
He's for the rats1 and for the crows and for the dogs
 
He needs someone to say
That he doesn't need anything
Cause he's running after someone
Who's also running for the train
He needs an inebriation, needs the hangovers
He's for the rats, for the crows and for the dogs
 
He tears everything apart
Watch while all the shit falls apart
There are days he shares
There are days he collects
And he doesn't give a toss about the much-vaunted
Not about the rats, not about the crows, not about the dogs
 
Big boys play in the street
It looks like nice weather tomorrow
Maybe someone else's daily routines
Will obscure the sorrow a little
So don't go around saying that the good old sun almost seem dumb
Say goodbye to the rats, the crows, the dogs
 

• 1. 'Til rotterne' literally means 'for the rats', but in danish it's also and idiom that means being in a miserable state

It Never Ends

I sense you hesitate
Agree and then try
A no that never really was a no
 
You love machines you can't operate
And that's exactly what I like about you
You function as a human being
And run on vapours from something bigger
And that's exactly what I like about you
 
Is it going too fast, you're in doubt
But let me promise you that I'll hold you
When you slowly drift away from me
 
You love machines you can't operate
And that's exactly what I like about you
You function as a human being
And run on vapours from something bigger
And that's exactly what I like about you
 
Tomorrow, tommorrow
We'll take it from the top down
The broad, slippery road of coincidence
Maybe our fall will be fortuitous
And we'll get up stronger than ever before
And now we understand nothing
 
You love machines you can't operate
And that's exactly what I like about you
You function as a human being
And run on vapours from something bigger
And that's exactly what I like about you
 

Lost In the Same Wood

There's so much to run from
In the end your legs can't keep up
Some days it's quicksand
Others it's a Bounty Beach, and yes
 
It's hard, like so much is
It's a life of good and bad
But it's our contract
Between what we know and all the things we'd like to understand
Is it worth anything or just something to get done with?
 
And there's no easy way
There's no real context
And you can say, well I thought so
And it was better than to believe in nothing too long
 
It's hard, like so much is
But it's a life of good and bad
And it's our contract
Between what we know and all the things we'd like to understand
If it's it worth more than the paper it's written on
 
And us, what will become of us?
Lost in the samme wood
Your cry for more
Is not a call I want to hear from any other place
Call it chaos, call it lying
I call it love
 

Strangers in Time

In a fantasy
About an illusion
About the straight and narrow
Does that exist for anyone?
 
It's supposed to be so easy
How hard can it be?
To see a light
To walk into it
 
Strangers in time
Strangers in time
 
It's just a little pinpoint minimized by pain
With its own language, you would like to know
Burning lover wanted perpetuated
 
The non-registering, waiting heart
Keeps calm but will never harden
Put your hands in the air if you believe it all
 
We're strangers in time
Strangers in time
Strangers in time
Strangers in time
 
It's just a little pinpoint minimized by pain
With its own language, you would like to know
 
The non-registering, waiting heart
Keeps calm but will never harden
Put your hands in the air if you believe it all
That happiness comes in smal parts
 
Like strangers in time
 
Was that it?
(Was that it?)
Was that all?
(Was that all?)
What did you get
(What did you get)
From this?
(From this?)
 
What you really gave
(What you really gave)
That someone truly have
 

Mission

[Peter Sommer]:
The truth makes me blind
To what others see
But we'll keep going on and on
Never what it will be
 
The game of nuances
Drawing a line
Between what we understand
What we said yesterday
 
Did you notice the smoke
Which created a veil
Over another lie
Which everyone wants to hear?
 
The truth makes me blind
To what others see
But we'll keep going on and on
We know what we'll be
 
A new therapist
On an old mission
No one's fault
And you don't know anyone
 
I shove my finger in
And it hurts the most
The strongest guard
With the weakest point
 
The truth makes me blind
 
[Benal]:
I listened to your heard and it said hello
And you want to put me into the corner if I made a plan
As long as I can escape your surface, pretty words
We go out into the city,1 but that's never where one's soul lives
I need less parasite, more parasol
You slam the door, call, and tell me you're cold
You let me wait for thirteen weeks like a nuchal translucency
Tossed a ball in my face, saying, 'It's just a ball'
 
People yelled, when you made doubts if they were right
Been sleeping for half a day, now she's still as tired
On the run from the dead, but that's exactly what we get
She eyed me, saying, 'You look like someone who peaked yesterday'
And I'm just thinking, 'Are you horny or am I mistaken?'
It's not that I'm sick, I'm just pale
Hard work all day until I'm tired and proficient
If we keep on going like this, we'll never be happy
 

• 1.

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Loved To Dream, Dreaming Of Loving

Run fast, die, shut the monitors down
And lean over the edge of the rocky nerves
Run fast, die, as far as you can get
Until you feel empty, freedom took all of us prisoner
 
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
 
Run fast, die, yeah
You've got the stars given to you
 
As long as your heart beats
And you take nothing for granted
As long as your heart beats
That's the most beautiful thing about life
 
Run fast, die, shut the monitors down
And lean over the edge of the rocky nerves
 
As long as your heart beats
 
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
 
As long as your heart beats (x4)
 
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
Loved to dream
Dreaming of loving
 
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8-6-6-0

[Verse 1]
8-6-6-0
All province in shoulder height
A small rancid sweet spot
By a hertofor unheard stoutness
And it's always up for discussion
If it has moved an inch
 
[Chorus]
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to stay here
Wish you were so close I could see you
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to lay here
Wish you'd lay so close I could reach you
 
[Verse 2]
Two bottles of wine
And that's on a weeknight
If bad taste existed
I'm sure we had it
And it's always up for discussion
If we have moved and inch
 
[Chorus]
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to stay here
Wish you were so close I could see you
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to lay here
Wish you'd lay so close I could reach you
 
[Bridge]
Cause Århus got it
And Esbjerg got it
Maybe Copenhagen
Odense got it
And Aalborg got it
Denmark is outside you
But Skanderborg is inside me
 
[Chorus]
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to stay here
Wish you were so close I could see you
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to lay here
Wish you'd lay so close I could reach you
 
[Outro]
Wish you'd come to Skanderborg to stay here
Wish you were so close I could see you
God came to Skanderborg and saw me
God was so close he could reach me