Description
kr. 95
Producer catalog: Hjf 223
Production year: 2012
Tracks: 6
Lyrics: Jeffri Jørgensen
Music: Jürghinn
Blow a balloon
Then puncture it
Tune the noise down
To see whom your playing with
You fuck with their heads
to raise, yeah to raise yourself
Alone but alive
Well, just fuck it
Live and let die
You need to fight for your life
But you will get old
see there, see a funeral
Leave me alone
I’ll be long gone
If you seek me again
I’ll make you feel pain
We’ll see, we’ll see whom you blame
oh you, oh you will know shame
Lyrics: Jeffri Jørgensen
Music: Jürghinn
Sitandi í bølamyrkri
dýggjvátur inn á merg
Kleimdur millum háðandi veggir,
svørt og hvøss berg
Kalt og kleimið,
fremmandur í egnum heimi
Stáplast tankar, í illum teir sveima
Umgirdur, men púra eina
Hjá vinunum er eingin hjálp
Einki stað, ið er nóg fjálgt
Nakin og særdur á ræðandi lendi
Hjá vinunum er eingin hjálp
Einki stað, ið er nóg fjálgt
Trúgv, vón og kærleiki
Mær fallin úr hendi
Etandi, drepandi krýpur ormurin
(etandi, drepandi, krúpandi)
Leggur seg á minnið
Sýgur alla gleði úr sinni
(Sýgur alla gleðina)
Helvitis eldur beran teg sleikir
Eina standa tankar bleikir
Etandi, drepandi krýpur ormurin
(etandi, drepandi, krúpandi)
Leggur seg á minnið
Sýgur alla gleði úr sinni
(Sýgur alla gleðina)
Helvitis eldur beran teg sleikir
Eina standa tankar bleikir
Í toku og támi, endaleys er mín leið
Skoðandi, háandi, skara hvønn ein teig
Hvør smáur gerst stórur,
eri um at gerast óður
Vakra reipið, tekkjandi kúlan
At sleppa leysur, sveima sum súlan
Hjá vinunum er ongin hjálp
Einki stað, ið er nóg fjálgt
Nakin og særdur á ræðandi lendi
Hjá vinunum er eingin hjálp
Einki stað ið er nóg fjálgt
Trúgv, vón og kærleiki
mær fallin úr hendi
Etandi, drepandi krýpur ormurin
(etandi, drepandi, krúpandi)
Leggur seg á minnið
Sýgur alla gleði úr sinni
(Sýgur alla gleðina)
Helvitis eldur beran teg sleikir
Eina standa tankar bleikir
Lyrics: Jeffri Jørgensen, John Áki Egholm
Music: Jürghinn
From the darkest corners of space
I have been flung
The planet earth is my final destination
For this I’ll bring armageddon the year 2012
My spaceship is a meteor from hell
You’ll try to be brave of heart,
but in the end you’ll see
the day after tomorrow is a day of misery
You’ll try to use your lethal weapons
1,2,3 and 4
But the only place to hide is in the core
Feel the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth…
Know that I’ll die hard,
die harder, with a vengeance too
Even if the Empire strikes back,
I’ll return like the jedi of Brokeback
I will take your life and your freedom
And Luke I am your father!
(No that’s impossible!)
Fear the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth
Bursting out of a meteor shell
Out from there to the earth
I am the Space Mammoth
I will sentence you all to hell
Fear the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth
Bursting out of a meteor shell
Out from there to earth
I am the Space Mammoth
There will be no tales to tell
Fear the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth
Bursting out of a meteor shell
Out from there to the earth
I am the Space Mammoth
I will sentence you all to hell
Fear the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth
Bursting out of a meteor shell
Out from there to the earth
I am the Space Mammoth
I will sentence you all to hell
Fear the wrath of my stomp
I am the Space Mammoth
Lyrics: Harald í Kálvalíð, John Áki Egholm
Music: Jürghinn
Hidden in the ancient text
There is a secret way
To breathe new life into the dead
A dreadful game to play
No matter where you find yourself
If you are at deaths door
I’ll fuck the life into you
You will not be as before
Oh no, not me!
RIpped from my sleep
And all I can see
Is pain and the shadow
of the anatominator
The Anatominator!
Found you layin’ in a box
Said baby how’ve you been
I breathe life into your bones
And make you dance for me again
Oh no, not me!
Ripped from my sleep
And all I can see
Is pain and the shadow
of the anatominator
The Anatominator!
I dress you in the finest clothes
I ripped the old ones off your corpse
It ain’t until you died that I
Could pick you for a bride
Now you’re awake, you’re my slave
A servant to my will
No, death is sure not the end
Behold my necro skill
Your lips taste just like
the dirt that you were burried in
bow before the lord of the dead
are you scared?
of the Anatominator
The Anatominator!
Lyrics: Jeffri Jørgensen, Jens Rasmussen
Music: Jürghinn
Sitting in the ruins of the fast food lane
The heaven on earth,
before the tsunami came
The center of joy, since I was a boy
Now gone is the beef
and now gone is the bread
And in my search
I saw that the salad was dead!
Oh, I’m alone
And all the food is long gone
Only me and my soaked salami pizza
Without spice
But the slice was nice!
Now I’m waiting, chilling in a lounge chair
I should’ve had burger,
but my fists are bare
The food of my sort,
it helped me through court
But gone is all law,
and all the people I saw
Oh, I’m alone
And all the food is long gone
Only me and my soaked salami pizza
Without spice
But the slice was nice!
My stay has been too long
It’ll soon be time to move along
Back to the dry lands
with dry food in my hands
And maybe a burger,
a reunion, a merger
Salami tsunami,
a memory to me
Just beef, bread and salad,
and this blues bent ballad
Oh, I’m alone
And all the food is long gone
Only me and my soaked salami pizza
Without spice
But the slice was nice!
Lyrics: Jeffri Jørgensen, John Áki Egholm
Music: Jürghinn
I get in my car and I head out west
Jammin’ tunes is what I do best
Beer, whiskey and rock and roll
Someday’s gonna take it’s toll
But tonight, we’re gonna do it again
My friend, we’ll do it right ’till the end
all you need is drums, guitar and a bass
whiskey from the bottle and a beer from the case
from the time that I was only a child
I would sing that I was born to be wild
I am, and boy it sure feels nice
think twice, get ready to roll the dice
It’s almost midnight, and we’re having a ball
But the bar will be our next port of call
into town and out from the west we go
to freely let the beer and whiskey flow
I know, we’re really letting it go
But when has rock and roll
Ever been about takin’ it slow
The bar is closed but we’re not ready to end
Time to go back to the place that we began
The young, the old still jumping around town
The headbanging never stops to our sound
It’s good, no reason to play pretend
My friend, next week we’re gonna do it again
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