Grüß Gott and welcome to my (second) blog!
Yush, I already have another blog at FC2, which is about my art-stuff. But to keep it clean of my private shit (because I don't think, my readers there want to know about it), I start this one. I think, due to my current obsession with (danish) music, this blog will primarily be related to it (especially my fandoms lol). But we'll see about that~
Oh, If someone wondered about the blog-title: Egernpølse means "squirrel-sausage". It occured in a christmas-episode of the danish show "Drengene fra Angora". (This one)
But let's get down to music.
Yesterday I recieved my copy of the first album of De Eneste To! And I love it even more than excepted!
De Eneste To consist of Peter Sommer and Simon Kvamm, who are both very popular in Denmark and so their album took logically the first place of the danish album charts immediately.
awesome album is awesome <3
And because I'm such a nice person, I'll share one of my favourites with you:
Jeg Har Ikke Lyst Til At Dø
(I hope it works at all)
Lyrics:
Jeg har lyst til at smage alle frugter på hylden
Og til at være bred nok til selv at tage skylden
Jeg har lyst til at købe hele Nike og sige ro på
Far her, han skal nok give jer sko på
Jeg har lyst til at ta’ en bid af et kraftværk
Og spytte det ud og lade det stå om sitrende hærværk
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Og til at være bred nok til selv at tage skylden
Jeg har lyst til at købe hele Nike og sige ro på
Far her, han skal nok give jer sko på
Jeg har lyst til at ta’ en bid af et kraftværk
Og spytte det ud og lade det stå om sitrende hærværk
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
For 117. gang skal vi køre rutinen
Stikke fingeren i jorden og så vende maskinen
Der er så trygt i kabinen
Vi skal nok komme ned, det er der nogen der vil sørge for
Spørg mig ikke hvordan, og spørg mig ikke hvorfor
For jeg fatter det ikke
Men jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Stikke fingeren i jorden og så vende maskinen
Der er så trygt i kabinen
Vi skal nok komme ned, det er der nogen der vil sørge for
Spørg mig ikke hvordan, og spørg mig ikke hvorfor
For jeg fatter det ikke
Men jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Jeg har lyst til at hoppe så jeg støder mod loftet
Dét loft som er lavet af gud-ved-hvem
Jeg har lyst til at få mig et landsted
Og starte en festival op fra bunden i Grindsted
Jeg har lyst til at slå en mand med slips lige i fjæset
Og sige bliv du bare liggende i græsset
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Dét loft som er lavet af gud-ved-hvem
Jeg har lyst til at få mig et landsted
Og starte en festival op fra bunden i Grindsted
Jeg har lyst til at slå en mand med slips lige i fjæset
Og sige bliv du bare liggende i græsset
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Det er tungen ud af halsen og smage på det hele
Det sidste glas vand jeg ønsker at dele
Og vi skal drikke det hele
Alt på én gang, en gang uden ender
Bag hver en dør, folk jeg kender
Vi kalder os venner
Og vi har ikke lyst til at dø!
Det sidste glas vand jeg ønsker at dele
Og vi skal drikke det hele
Alt på én gang, en gang uden ender
Bag hver en dør, folk jeg kender
Vi kalder os venner
Og vi har ikke lyst til at dø!
Jeg har lyst til at skære mit hjerte ud til min datter
Og sige til folk der ikke vil have børn, de ikke fatter
En skid, skide være med projekterne i banken
Det er liv der tæller, og ikke tanken
Om liv, som kan rive og buldre og brage og pibe
Som man kan have for en tid, men som man så må give
Men jeg vil ikke give mit liv, fra mig endnu
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Og sige til folk der ikke vil have børn, de ikke fatter
En skid, skide være med projekterne i banken
Det er liv der tæller, og ikke tanken
Om liv, som kan rive og buldre og brage og pibe
Som man kan have for en tid, men som man så må give
Men jeg vil ikke give mit liv, fra mig endnu
Jeg har ikke lyst til at dø!
Translation:
I feel like tasting all the fruits on the shelf
And to be crocked enough to take the blame
I feel like buying the entire Nike and say calm down
Father here, he'll give you shoes
I feel like taking a bite of a power plant
And spit it out and leave it on quivering vandalism
I don't feel like dying!
For the 117th time we run routine
Poke your finger into the soil and then turn the machine
It is so confident in the cabin
We'll come down, there's someone who will ensure
Don't ask me how, and don't ask me why
Because I don't get it
But I don't feel like dying!
I feel like jumping, then I bump the ceiling
That ceiling, which is made by god-knows-who
I feel like getting me a country house
And start a festival from scratch in Grindsted
I feel like beating a man with a tie right in his face
And say just stay lying down in the grass
I don't feel like dying!
The tongue is hanging out and tastes it all
The last glass of water I want to share
And we will drink it all
All at once, a time without end
Behind every door, people I know
We call ourselves friends
And we don't feel like dying!
I feel like cutting out my heart for my daughter
And tell people who don't have children, they do not understand
Shit, fuck the projects in the Bank
It's life that counts, not the idea
About life, which can tear and rumble and crash and pipe
Which you can have for a while, but which you have to give then
But I will not give my life from me yet
I don't feel like dying!
De Eneste To at iTunes
Buy their stuff at targetshop.dk
And to be crocked enough to take the blame
I feel like buying the entire Nike and say calm down
Father here, he'll give you shoes
I feel like taking a bite of a power plant
And spit it out and leave it on quivering vandalism
I don't feel like dying!
For the 117th time we run routine
Poke your finger into the soil and then turn the machine
It is so confident in the cabin
We'll come down, there's someone who will ensure
Don't ask me how, and don't ask me why
Because I don't get it
But I don't feel like dying!
I feel like jumping, then I bump the ceiling
That ceiling, which is made by god-knows-who
I feel like getting me a country house
And start a festival from scratch in Grindsted
I feel like beating a man with a tie right in his face
And say just stay lying down in the grass
I don't feel like dying!
The tongue is hanging out and tastes it all
The last glass of water I want to share
And we will drink it all
All at once, a time without end
Behind every door, people I know
We call ourselves friends
And we don't feel like dying!
I feel like cutting out my heart for my daughter
And tell people who don't have children, they do not understand
Shit, fuck the projects in the Bank
It's life that counts, not the idea
About life, which can tear and rumble and crash and pipe
Which you can have for a while, but which you have to give then
But I will not give my life from me yet
I don't feel like dying!
De Eneste To at iTunes
Buy their stuff at targetshop.dk
So, that's it for today. Vi ses~
