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holding a door
an old one
and staring at you
holding an edge
hold on, hold on
now I’m a key
to nowhere
and everywhere
i see the distended
cunjured, conjured
coming to me
is unheard
and at a time
when seen from a bird
i come clear, come clear
holding a door
closer
i peer at you
eyeing the hurt
uncured, uncured
staying the path
its a bird
another
unattainable
animal herds
our hurt
gave it away
for a cure
and for a dream
id give you the herd
and i`d turn
away
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all this time
those last words of mine
and all the ways i saw them grow
from fierce to old black and blind
entirely blurred and scared forever
down circles and hopes and
other roads i care for no more
in the hole in the ground
amongst the cracks i have found
in a fold in the past
another day to live through
in the hole in the ground
amongst the cracks i have found
in a fold in the past
i thought i knew the road through
sleep and sleep
i awoke to defeat
how can i forge a way down here
where nothing is clear
I walk in a house
alone in a house
because thought you where here
I thought i had it from the air
in the hole in the ground
amongst the cracks i have found
in a fold in the past
another day to live through
in the hole in the ground
amongst the cracks i have found
in a fold in the past
i thought i knew the road through
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Gamle Rxta
02:42
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som om de dro
og alle liksom en
hele år gikk hen
alltid vekk når en så
så ung at man tror
at man kan velge å dra
å dra herifra
fra gamle rxta
men
det går ikke å forstå
og det går ikke å løpe
fra det bor på det stedet jeg ser
når jeg lukker øya
og jeg våkner i svette
hver gang det gror i meg
jeg kommer aldri til å dra
fra rxta
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as if they left
all of them the same
whole years went away
always gone when we checked
they are so young that they believe
that you can choose to leave
just leave this place
leave old rxta
but you cant understand it
and you cant run away
it remains in the place
i see when i close my eyes
and i awake in sweat
everytime it grows in me
im never gonna leave
old rxta
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tap the little bowl on the cobblestone
dug out underneath to topple the throne
glint in the eye and the idlings done
shadows change and the skeletal cone
undo the hasp in the bowels of the home
older seams have come undone
keep to the corners and the old worlds bane
swords and scythes can be much the same
high as it drags on burdened way
over rust that bites the blade
swam through the wine and then to the hay
working their hours yet burning the day
spread discordance in whispered drones
ruins splayed are maps for some
dirt under nails and the buried throne
tap the little bowl on the cobblestone
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I Got Put On The Weight
03:28
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i got put on the weight
and buried to the hilt
it rattled my cage and bars
a charge to be held
a door stood ajar
the light only goes so far
I do have the fear
Im holding this stone
the shape and the weight and all
an errand to run
alone on the path
and then i got kicked in the heart
the hour of lore
so far from the home
that cradles and shepherds it on
a few steps away
and everythings great
and whispers of air
and fear of the weight
we are breaking this glass
and running for the sun
and it won’t hold us long
but i want to go on
as travels become
a life in itself
its all that i have done
thats what i have found
alone in the past
and cradlng the fear
now its up against my chest
so far away from here
that i have been put on the weight
as what i have become
got taken by the hand
and burned to the ground
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Orker ikke late
som om det er greit
de spiser alt og
vi ser på det
Ingen tør å stoppe
dyra de som går i jern
og loven som de slår
oss med
fabrikken på linnekleppen
var den siste dråpa
tålmodighet og ro
forsvant den dagen vi forsto
De legger vekk hjertet
og forventer av seg selv
å se hvordan det ikke skal føles trist
så de slutter helt å føle
og mener ikke lenger vel
det var sånn de lagde robotene
de kunne bære sorgen lett.
Og det ble glemt med alt annet.
Siden alt hadde blitt så rett
Så nå sitter de i stuer
opplyste og vage
mens alt som finnes her ute
er som de glemte gamle dage
de tror ikke det finnes noe mer
enn livet de har skapt
men verden er her ute
med alt de har forlatt
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cant pretend
that its ok
they eat everything
and we watch
noone stops the animals
they are clad in iron
and the laws that they
hit us with
the factory on Linnekleppen
was the final straw
patience dissapeared
the day we understood
they discard the heart
and expect from themselves
to see how its not supposed to hurt them
and like that they stop feeling
and cant contribute anymore
thats how they made the robots
they could carry the hurt well
and hurt was forgotten along with everything else
since everything had become so neat
now they recide in livingrooms
illuminated and vague
while everything out here
is left behind and in the past
they believe that there is nothing besides
the life that they have created
but the world is out here
along with all they have forgotten
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Lyngfarer Norway
Lyngfarer is a moniker built around the songwriting of Norwegian multiinstrumentalist Magnus
Nymo.
Its rooted outside of the cities in the countryside as well as having members who grew up in the worlds of punk, metal, diy and the lugging around of scifi novels.
Magnus is currently based in Dublin, ireland playing irish traditional music and dbeat.
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