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from Kari Bremnes - You`d Have To Be Here (2004)
They went to see Paris it was the 17th of May
And now as ever she was late And now as ever she complained about the seating And the salmon was the worst she ever ate He was a little bit too easy A little bit too happy she could see He sees them sitting at a sidewalk restaurant And it is spring and they are young and they are free She said that if we hope to see it all within a week We better make a plan and keep it steady He said: I'm having a fantastic time already They were going to a party just before the end of March And now as ever she was late And now as ever she's unhappy with her hair And wonders how he got his shoes in such a state He was a little bit too easy A little bit too happy for her taste He sees them opening a bottle of champagne And they are joining in a lovers' sweet embrace She said that if this evening was to turn out as they planned He'd better play his part and play it steady He said: I'm having a fantastic time already He was about to leave her, it was February fifth And now as ever she was late And now as ever she would speak of their affair, She says, she simply can't accept this as their fate He was a little bit too easy A little bit too happy, she would moan He sees himself in an apartment down the road Where he can dream his dreams in peace and be alone She said to him I'll show you we can have good times again But only if you play the straight and steady He said: I'm having a fantastic time already |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
Once I had a lover in Berlin,
Said a frail old woman from a table next to mine. His voice was like an ancient violin And he spoke to me - that voice ... that voice! I believe they call it falling for a man, But this falling made me fly, left me soaring for the sky. There wasn't any sense, there was no plan, But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land? Not I. Not he. And we knew we had to travel far away, We knew we had to disappear, where no one else could find us. A sailing ship would take us from the bay. Its sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us. We gambled our security - the future for the now, Sailed off toward the storm, safety cast aside. We'd gone beyond what reason would allow, But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go? Not I. Not you. Reality then brought it to an end, Said the frail old woman, shaking underneath her hat. A decent set of values is no friend. It's reason now that blinds us, please believe! And passion is not willing to be steered. Purity alone won't fill a ship's wide sails. Life will sometimes bring what we most feared, And who could ever say when to go or when to stay? Not you. Not we. |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
See the seagulls sitting by the waterfront,
Like sculptures made of stone, Watching summer good times fly away And leave the seagulls all alone. Birds are like words: Suddenly away. Birds are like words: Some of them will stay. See the empty seat beneath me Thinking of the days I spent with you. Memories of what we said are circling in my mind And make me blue. Words are like birds: Suddenly away. Words are like birds: Some of them will stay. |
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from Kari Bremnes - Spor (2002)
See the seagulls sitting by the waterfront,
Like sculptures made of stone, Watching summer good times fly away And leave the seagulls all alone. Birds are like words: Suddenly away. Birds are like words: Some of them will stay. See the empty seat beneath me Thinking of the days I spent with you. Memories of what we said are circling in my mind And make me blue. Words are like birds: Suddenly away. Words are like birds: Some of them will stay. |
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from Kari Bremnes - You`d Have To Be Here (2004)
Living alone in a high little room
She can see to the street from her window She likes it a lot but she just can't imagine it day after day She's waiting to open the boxes of books and to put all the clothes where they should go The walls may be bare, but she still can't decide if she's ready to stay She wants to be open and ready for something to knock on her door She's paying the rent but that doesn't keep her from hoping for more You'd say she'd just come, but that's not the case Can it really be years since she came to this place Going to work on a slow-moving tram Everyone needs to work for a living She likes sitting here, she can plan, she can dream, and be taken away Being a writer is what she might do if she lived in a world more forgiving She works on a story, she works on a book or it could be a play There's someone she knows who knows someone in publishing, maybe she could She'll call when she's finished the dialogue, maybe then, maybe he would She says she will call, but at her own pace Can it really be years since she came to this place Waiting for signs and she knows there'll be signs There'll be omens and so she is waiting It may be tomorrow, it may be today, but it's happening soon Out in the sunlight and under the streetlight and inside her room she is waiting Watching the shift in the seasons, the wax and the wane of the moon Watching the text on her mobile, he's asking her out for a drink She wants to say yes but it's never that easy, she needs time to think And summer is passed, and she still doesn't ring Alone in her room, can it really be spring |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
I carried that dream as a girl,
Dreaming by a fjord so deep, That my destiny called From the coastal ship far out at sea. Always at evening, That's when that ship called out to me, Saying she heads north As I ran to the harbour to see. A feast coming in, An Arabian night with a taste of salt, Fond good-byes and Good Lord! There you are! These boxes with cats, these eggs that must not be broken, These sailors' cries and rope thrown down On the dock for tying, Seeing the world itself arriving. Made of steel and fairytales. What a sight! The Captain's black uniform with stripes gold and bright. Happiness coming in. Happiness coming through the dark. |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
Day is the veil that you can't pull aside like a curtain
Sewn from a black cloth - a cloth that no-one can see. No-one can take it away and you know this for certain. No-one can help you, you might as well let the cloth be. You no longer are able to see, you no longer have foresight. And you can't part the curtain, there's no way to know what's in store. You're stranded in time, a ghost that is lost in the twilight. And the curtain is woven from the memories of time gone before. Day is blank paper, but paper you never can write on, Unlike the letters I hold that you sent to me. But the words that you've written are buried speaking to no-one, And words that have lost all their soul should never be. You knew from the first touch this way was a pathway to danger. You didn't take time to close all the doors and the gate. Feelings can bring you so near and then leave you a stranger, And things are not what they appear but find you too late. Day is the thief that you don't have the courage to track down, Who forces himself into all of the rooms of your home. He comes to your garden, your secrets - he's quiet! Makes no sound. He steals all the answers and leaves all the questions alone. And you know there'll be days, just like the ones that you once knew. And you know that love is really a question of thirst. And you know that one day there will by a new power within you. But you dread all the days in between that will seek you out first. |
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from Kari Bremnes - You`d Have To Be Here (2004)
I wouldn't use it often
Not even every day I have full control It is a little game It's just a little play I have full control I never give my number I never give my name I have full control You're never gonna find me Too close to the flame I have full control So smile and don't be worried See, I'm still the girl you knew Even though I missed you in September Of course I will take care, sure, Yeah, that is what I'll do I am still the girl that you remember And I have full control Trying to come down I'm staring at my skin Waking in the night Feeling paperthin I'm a little shaky now, I could use some sleep Just a little something now Something dark and deep And I have full control So smile and don't be worried See, I'm still the girl you knew Even though I missed you in September Of course I will take care, sure, Yeah, that is what I'll do I am still the girl that you remember And I have full control You do not see him often Not even every day You have full control It is a little game Just a little game you play When you have full control |
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from Kari Bremnes - You`d Have To Be Here (2004)
I see you, your are wearing that old parka
And me, that faded jacket that I always used to wear I can't remember now who took the picture Or when it was I don't recall, do you remember where? We seem so very young I have to look again Right now I don't remember that I ever was that young You hold your head the way that only you can do And this is long before I slipped away from you I see your face half-in, half-out of shadow You didn't like the sun, you said, I liked the things you said The look between us says we have forever Forever isn't anymore, just everyday instead As I took down your book this picture came to light The one by Stanislavskij, now, do you remember that? I still talk as if you're hearing what I say Though it's so long ago I let you slip away |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
I saw that she was rather young.
She was standing at the counter of a dusty old arcade. She must have weighed at least 200 pounds, But everything she sold was slim and finely made. I'd seen nothing so enchanting for so long. This was Montreal, I was hiding from the rain. She wore black fingernails and went right into a song, As she slowly came to me with this refrain: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. She chain-smoked as she handled dark velour. These hand-made things she showed me in her dramatic fashion. She saw for me these clothes held an allure, The moire and silk seemed to stir my passion. It was Dior, it was Chanel, a certain cut, a seamless seam. The black-nailed girl could clearly see my weakness. A weakness fed by a strange and sensuous dream. With a joyless laugh she said those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. She showed me last a handbag made of velvet. In it were expensive stones like amethyst and jade. Black sapphires had been shaped just like a rose. For the funeral of a lover her mother had them made. It probably was Paris where he died, is what she said, As this big forgotten daughter glanced towards the window. I'll sell the sapphires cheap, the man's long dead! With a vacant laugh she gave those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. |
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from Kari Bremnes - Spor (2002)
I saw that she was rather young.
She was standing at the counter of a dusty old arcade. She must have weighed at least 200 pounds, But everything she sold was slim and finely made. I'd seen nothing so enchanting for so long. This was Montreal, I was hiding from the rain. She wore black fingernails and went right into a song, As she slowly came to me with this refrain: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. She chain-smoked as she handled dark velour. These hand-made things she showed me in her dramatic fashion. She saw for me these clothes held an allure, The moire and silk seemed to stir my passion. It was Dior, it was Chanel, a certain cut, a seamless seam. The black-nailed girl could clearly see my weakness. A weakness fed by a strange and sensuous dream. With a joyless laugh she said those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. She showed me last a handbag made of velvet. In it were expensive stones like amethyst and jade. Black sapphires had been shaped just like a rose. For the funeral of a lover her mother had them made. It probably was Paris where he died, is what she said, As this big forgotten daughter glanced towards the window. I'll sell the sapphires cheap, the man's long dead! With a vacant laugh she gave those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats. Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid. I'm selling all my mother's clothes, And, yes, I find it morbid. |
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from Kari Bremnes - You`d Have To Be Here (2004)
I always trusted my protection
Such a long time to be sheltered, to be safe I always trusted my protection Always, always I was a Sunday's child Forever walking in the sunlight Tender voices, loving hands, a coat against the cold I had immunity from danger A world so young, songs unsung and tales untold I always trusted my protection Such a long time to be sheltered, to be safe I always trusted my protection Always, always I thought that you can always find protection. I grew up with my father and mother, with my sister and brother, good people, kind people. They gave me food, clothes, shelter, they kept me safe from the burning sun and the winter cold. They watched over me and made good choices for me, the best choices. I came to believe that I would always be protected in this way, that it was the natural state of things. When I went out into the world I presumed I carried their protection with me like a shield, like a membrane and it led me to seek out the good in everything. Oh, but the most shocking realisation I've ever had is that the grown-ups are left and there is no protection. I always trusted my protection Such a long time to be sheltered, to be safe I always trusted my protection Always, always The only protector you have in this world is your own will. And so it will be as when the lion lies down with the lamb, they're supposed to rest peacefully side-by-side but the lamb won't get much rest. If your own will weakens, what have you left? Instincts, intuitions, feelings to make your choices with. You're unprotected. Your will is your coat in the storm and if it fits, you're lucky. You can easily end up with the wrong coat. There should be a fitting room to try it on before you agree to take it. How can I get a new one, my old will is so weakened, have you got a second hand one, preferably strong? Some have weak wills that forever fail them. Some have a strong will that's never tested, but so it goes. I always trusted my protection Such a long time to be sheltered, to be safe I always trusted my protection Always, always |
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from Kari Bremnes - Norwegian Mood (2000)
We should have begun again.
If we knew then what we know now. Should have known what really counts And what was unimportant, somehow. Should have ventured cautiously, Not quickly, so abrupt, Closed our eyes, count to ten. We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. We should have begun again. Should have learned each other's Different ways of seeing. Should have known that heart and soul Will have their way above our own well-being. We should have been more giving, But the lessons pass too soon. Turn to Buddha, turn to Zen. We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. We should have begun again. Should have played a little more before life caught us. Should have known about the pain To enjoy the wealth of gifts that life had brought us. To search for something to believe in. What's a dead end, what's a door? When to fight, when to make amends? We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. |
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from Kari Bremnes - Live (2008)
We should have begun again.
If we knew then what we know now. Should have known what really counts And what was unimportant, somehow. Should have ventured cautiously, Not quickly, so abrupt, Closed our eyes, count to ten. We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. We should have begun again. Should have learned each other's Different ways of seeing. Should have known that heart and soul Will have their way above our own well-being. We should have been more giving, But the lessons pass too soon. Turn to Buddha, turn to Zen. We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. We should have begun again. Should have played a little more before life caught us. Should have known about the pain To enjoy the wealth of gifts that life had brought us. To search for something to believe in. What's a dead end, what's a door? When to fight, when to make amends? We should have begun again. Being together so quiet and still. Being who we are, so fulfilled. Not talking, not laughing, not crying. A riddle beside another riddle. |
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