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They say home is the place where your heart is
then I am home now though I am far away
for so long I’ve let deep forests guard it
and now it’s begging me to stay
and I’m trying my best to be tough
to pretend I am strong and can siphon it off
but I’m not who I wanted to be
in my heart I belong in a house by the sea

Don’t ask if you don’t wanna know
there’s no one else here who do
and don’t rise if you don’t plan to go
or know where you’re going to

and don’t jump when you know you can’t fly
at least you don’t seem to have wings
that can bring your head higher than mine

Et frø e bynt å spire i vinduskarmen min
Det bær bud om bedre tide og vinke våren inn
Kom se det her e det et lite liv

Nei det berge ikkje verdens skoga
At eg har sett et frø i jorda
Men det e det som berge meg

Hvis du trudde tida stoppa opp
Den dagen du fløtta
Då må du tru om igjen
Du ramma bildet inn
Lenge førr malinga størkna
Då du bei en av dem

Men nokka har skjedd og det skjedde fort

Eli Geva was an officer serving in the Israeli Defence Force. During the siege of Beirut in 1982, he refused to lead his troops into the city because of what he termed the “excessive killing of civilians”. Shortly after he was dismissed from the army, and remains to this day a name associated with insubordination in the IDF.

Later that year, the Norwegian folk singer Birgitte Grimstad was invited to do a tour around Israel. She brought with her a new song about Eli Geva’s decision. The song, however, was not welcome everywhere. On several occations, the organisers of the concerts asked for it to be removed from the set. On the concert in Jerusalem, even the Norwegian ambassador made it clear that he would leave the room if the song was played.

ELI GEVA
The dogs of war are loose again
Cold blows the wind to me
And widows weep for fallen men

Our veins are too thin for all our blood to stream at one time
the love you let in will die away somewhere in your mind
you lost all your sons and killed your daughters with your own doubt
so now you are one who caves slowly in as stories spin out
caves slowly in as stories spin out

in spite of the flood there's something growing in the streamside
babies' slippers red like blood that even murky water can't hide

Førr alt eg veit
E det ikkje nokka igjen der
Førr alt eg veit tar eg feil
Men eg kan ikkje snu no
No når eg endelig kjenne
At nokka skrik inni meg

Kom heim heim tel meg

Looks like you’ve been eating magpie eggs again ‘cause your face is a stamp
that’s rejecting the little red marks to comprehend what’s not that good, and what’s bad
so first i’ll have a day off to recover
and then another week to make my plans
and if you’re not back when that first day's over...

looks as if your eggs are all rotten, and now is the time to rely
on the spellbinders hat and his magic blue tie as our oceans run dry

Yst utpå yttersia av Senja bodde to feskarbrør
dem hadde en hjelpar i båten han va blind men våken og før
en dag dem dregde garnan sine utaførr Gryllefjorn
hørte han, den blinde mann, nokka tungt som dumpa ombord

det va et lik dem hadde fådd, med sødvest og støvla på
men brørn sa at det va en kobbe sånn at han ikkje sku førrstå
så rodde dem inn med fangsten sin tel ei hula som heite Ausa

Har du hørt historia om gamle Noahs ark
om då fast fjell og en ny dag steig av havet?
hemmelen sett tåreregn sku vaske altteng bort
men nån få fækk fare trøgt igjønna kavet
kom, ska eg førrtelle om det underet dem såg
om då jorda gjor seg mjuk og lot seg forme
namnelaus og naken ska du dit en dag du og
og som fløktning ska du seile gjønna stormen

Oh my father, I am Joseph
One who walks upon the earth
I am hated by my brothers
They throw stones and spiteful words
They have robbed me of my vineyards
And have set my fields afire
They would rather see me hanging as a saint
Than by their side

my parrot, my goat and my rooster,
the finest of pets that you’ll find.
with them i bring joy wherever i go

and make some to make things go round.

to new mexico and arkansas
and even to illinois’ sh*r*s.

I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink,
tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink
though I know I've set sail on a wishing well

the daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take
gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake
it gives me no time to think things through
I know words always come before you do

These rivers are rain from a summer gone by
dragging the rubbles to sea
they’re pointing their guns towards a northern sky
still none of them call themselves free

afraid to collide, you fall out of your mind
to kiss concrete ground with your teeth.
but with two cigarettes and your letter, combined

...and then came the waves on our boats
on our boats
the loudest laugther no one knows
no one knows
a helpless child you are on your own
on your own
can you feel how it brakes on your bones
on your bones

It’s there, it’s where it begins someone’s calling your name
You've been down there all night now in a state that I cannot explain
Behind grey curtains of ash in a word you were born
Now smoke rises high from your head and every word makes you just a little older
You are your own thorn
Hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous And my belly says you’re just too hard to find
Another kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, so sweet and fresh

Frost in the air.
Northern lights brought me here.
Where I walk, God walks with me.
I only eat what the earth has offered me.
No one owns the berries or leaves.
Now you're in my house, and you call me a thief?

You don't understand

We built this place with high hopes, blood on our hands
A giant on our shoulders and maps of unfound lands
God would give his blessings in a launguage I don’t speak
a blessing for the waking, the tired and the meek
a promise of new day born with every little seed
and gardens growing over with snow-shite baby thimbleweed

then came the first eruptions and everybody was amazed

Reise mot nord, imot nord førr å finne deg
vind som hyle langs et dunkandes tog
veit ikkje heilt ka eg finn når eg kjem tel deg
, men håpe at du e på leiting, du og

det e så mange mil, og d’e så lenge sia,
veit ikkje om du e bidd bedre med tia,
men endelig veit eg korhen eg kjem ifrå

Det va her du en gong stod
I en sky av høvvelspon
På trevarefabrikken nedmed havet
Med en hammar og nån bord
Fire spiker og ei snor
Gåtefull om ka du no sku lage

Men då sirkelsaga låt