Solefald - World Music with Black Edges lyrics
[Solefald - World Music with Black Edges lyrics]
Out of Africa, Mother of the species
The original tribe falling to pieces
As families diverged and spread
To farther lands
We are the offspring of those traveling bands
Back to Africa, returning to the Source
Neonism revived, connecting to the Force
Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat
We bring you the rhythms
And the stories unsought
In Kragerø, Telemark
Reporting from the fjord
Tanned people row boats with children onboard
Above the codfish and mackerel
Below the gulls of the sky
In these summers I grew up
So happy I could die
Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis
In the small wooden hall
We wrote our "Omnipolis"
Back when the mothers still walked the Earth
The ones who raised and loved us
From the moment of birth
The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed
For the tropics back to the late 90s
With the fluorescent topics
They forgot "to yourself" in
The device "stay true"
The Total Orchestra come howling back at you
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar
The wild beating of skins
The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar
The wild beating of skins
The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda
På enn emosjonell turisme
Ein feit dude i batikk som
Dansar til ein feit beat
Ein feit chick med glowstick
Stein på feil shit
I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis
Kryp inn i mitt hovud
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you
Verse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap
Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with Rap
Soldiers of Fortune, Heavy Metal Kings
How cool to be only one of those things
"There are no Blacks in Black Metal
The name must be an error
How did this temple of sound roar into being?
Who made it the tornado it is?
The bad kids are getting old
But they played is not
Open the Black Metal Order
This is pain immortalized
The future is said to be many things
But I predict it to be Transatlantic
Who is able to carry on through?
Who is able to stay courageous?"
Aesthetes in uniforms
Microstates with riding boots
Democrats in leather
Anarchists in shooting suit's
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted
World music with black edges
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis
Kryp inn i mitt hovud
3rd Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin
Third Rebel for short
A think tank grey as sin
Metal should look martial
Be as strict as it is stern
In the hall of arts we
Made the GewaltKunstWerk burn
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted
World music with black edges
L'art est le fanatisme qui
Oblige à la diplomatie
À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit
The original tribe falling to pieces
As families diverged and spread
To farther lands
We are the offspring of those traveling bands
Back to Africa, returning to the Source
Neonism revived, connecting to the Force
Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat
We bring you the rhythms
And the stories unsought
In Kragerø, Telemark
Reporting from the fjord
Tanned people row boats with children onboard
Above the codfish and mackerel
Below the gulls of the sky
In these summers I grew up
So happy I could die
Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis
In the small wooden hall
We wrote our "Omnipolis"
Back when the mothers still walked the Earth
The ones who raised and loved us
From the moment of birth
The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed
For the tropics back to the late 90s
With the fluorescent topics
They forgot "to yourself" in
The device "stay true"
The Total Orchestra come howling back at you
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar
The wild beating of skins
The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar
The wild beating of skins
The synth machinery, the Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda
På enn emosjonell turisme
Ein feit dude i batikk som
Dansar til ein feit beat
Ein feit chick med glowstick
Stein på feil shit
I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis
Kryp inn i mitt hovud
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you
Verse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap
Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with Rap
Soldiers of Fortune, Heavy Metal Kings
How cool to be only one of those things
"There are no Blacks in Black Metal
The name must be an error
How did this temple of sound roar into being?
Who made it the tornado it is?
The bad kids are getting old
But they played is not
Open the Black Metal Order
This is pain immortalized
The future is said to be many things
But I predict it to be Transatlantic
Who is able to carry on through?
Who is able to stay courageous?"
Aesthetes in uniforms
Microstates with riding boots
Democrats in leather
Anarchists in shooting suit's
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted
World music with black edges
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis
Kryp inn i mitt hovud
3rd Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin
Third Rebel for short
A think tank grey as sin
Metal should look martial
Be as strict as it is stern
In the hall of arts we
Made the GewaltKunstWerk burn
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eyes on you
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted
World music with black edges
L'art est le fanatisme qui
Oblige à la diplomatie
À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit