Tilnefning nr. 296 - Kjartan

Childhood's End - Marillion[1985]

Marillion - Childhood's End af Misplaced Childhood frá 1985



Fish live

And it was morning
And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone
I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised?
More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours

So I see it's me, I can do anything
And I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no Childhood's End
There is no Childhood's End
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on

Hey you, you've survived
Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it's me I see, I can do anything
I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend
Oh, lead me on

Tilnefning nr. 295 - Hörður

Svefnsýkt - Mammút[2008]
Eitt af skemmtilegri yngri böndum landsins. Rokkið lifir. Lagið tekið af plötunni Karkari sem kom út hrunárið 2008.



Svefnsýkt og hryggbrotin verð ef ég beini
ekki kjaftinum að þér.
Tygg pínu kjöt áður en ég hræki því á þig.
Ojj, blóðbragð, blóðbragð.
Drekki regni niður hálsinn á mér svo ég
þagna.
Ég vil faðma þig fast.
Ég verð undir þér.
Ég skal dansa bara og aðeins fyrir þig.
Ég skal syngja bara ef þú temur mig.
Stattu upp!
Nei, úps ég klippti þær óvart af,
þína litlu fætur í skiptum fyrir kjól, sem ég
dansa í og klófesti töfra, ég kann að klófesta
töfra
og þar bý ég okkur til börn.
Ég held mér undir þér.
Ég skal dansa bara og aðeins fyrir þig.
Ég skal syngja bara ef þú hemur mig.

Tilnefning nr. 294 - Kjartan

Fat Old Sun - Pink Floyd[1970]
Kom út Atom Heart Mother frá 1970



David Gilmour á tónleikum

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summer's thunder time of year,
The sound of music in my ears.

Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.
By the river holding hands,
Roll me up and lay me down.

And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.

And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.

And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.

And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.