Trekk grensa pa kartet
og kall det for stata
vaer konge minister
Beskytter og far
send futa og handelsmenn
prest og soldata til folket
som eie det landet du tar

bruk bibel og brennevin
og bajoneta
bryt lofta og avtala
vaer diplomat
bruk lovparacrafa
mot eldgamle retta
skap fordomma
diskriminering og hat

la ingen betvile din overhoyhet
sann holder du nede en
minoritet

la sprak og kultur
fa sin plass pa museum
som forsknings objekt
og turistattraksjon
hold festlige tala
ved hvert jubileum
la splittes og do
det som va en nasjon

la ingen betvile din overhoyhet
sann holder du nede en
minoritet

hold on my dear you know I don’t lie
there is a star that shines for us
I met my baby in the morning
we had so much to give there
we had so much to give

this is the story of our romance
these are the words to comprehend
there is no end there’s no beginning
we’re right here in the middle
in the middle of this heat

we built this city with our bare hands
where every stone belongs to us
come over now it’s overwhelming
‘cause we walk hand in hand now
yes, we walk hand in hand

on the day I found myself

I walk on with my seven inch boots
I cross this planet in a day
I madly climb the highest mountain
I swim the deepest ocean
only to be with you

this is the story of our romance
these are the words to comprehend
there is no end there’s no beginning
we don’t need entertainment
we entertain ourselves

I love my son and I love my daughter
I love my girl and I love my friends
I hope I die right in your arms then
I don’t need an illusion
I don’t need anything

on the day I found myself

If you have a racist friend
Now is the time
Now is the time
For your friendship to end
If you have a racist friend
Now is the time
Now is the time

For your friendship to end
Biatch your father
Biatch your mother
Biatch your cousin or you uncle or your brother

Now is the time (6x)

For your friendship to end
Biatch your best friend
or any other
Biatch your cousin or your uncle or your lover

Now is the time (6x)

For your friendship to end
Change of you so
Change your friends
Now is the time
Now is the time
For your freindship to end
Biatch your father
Biatch your mother
Biatch your best friend or your uncle or your lover

Now is the time (6x)
For your friendship to end

Die Klankariadn dan se darauf konzentriern,
des Eigane dans feiern und des Ondare negiern,
diese gonzn Patriotn, nationale Idiotn,
bitte sads so guat und stöllts eich in am Schwimmbod aufn Bodn,
und pinkelts bis zum Hois eich olle gegenseitig on,
und dann tauchts nu amoi unta, und dann nehmts an schluck davon,
und spuckts eich on damit solang bis das eich schlecht is von der Kacke,
und wählen Sie die Nummer neben ihrer Landesflagge.

Wonns dann a Problem hom und sie komman durchanond,
dann kummans mit dem Ärgsten und des is da Hausvastond,
mit dem kennans da ois erklärn, mit sämtliche Vazierungen,
im Häusl drin, im Fernseher, im Fernseher Regierungen,
am besten mit dem Hausvastond des eine in a Haus,
die Diadln und die Fenstan zua, dann konna nimma aus,
und donn fliagt des gonze Häusl in die Luft mitsamt der Kacke,
und wählen Sie die Nummer Bitte neben ihrer Landesflagge.

Kaklakariada, Kaklakariada konn da irgendwos dazöhn wias geht,
Kaklakariada, der die Hosn ned glei voi hot,
wenn irgendwos passiert is, wos a söba ned vasteht.
Kaklakariada, Kaklakariada wird ma irgendwos dazöhn,
Kaklakariada, der die Hosn ned glei voi hot,
wenn irgendwos passiert is, wos a söba ned vasteht.

Wos voikommen unpackbar is und wos an nuamehr wundat,
de san so deppat und woin zruck ins vurige jahrhundert,
die woin jetzt mit gewalt die Urdnung, diese Pfeifn,
die hoidn des ned aus wann was passiert des ned begreifen,
die woin a klakariade Wöd und des auf dem Planetn,
und so wias is schauds ned so aus als wann sie bald vorhättn,
dass ohaun und sie endlich amoi schleichen mit der Kacke,
und wählen Sie die Nummer bitte neben ihrer Landesflagge.

x2

Kaklakariada, der wos irgendwos vorhot,
wos ned vorkumma kon in seina klankariaden wöd

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

there’s part of me you’ll never know
it’s the only thing I’ll never show

hopelessly I’ll love you endlessly
hopelessly I’ll give you everything
but I won’t give you up
I won’t let you down
and I won’t leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

It’s plain to see it’s trying to speak
cherished dreams forever asleep
hopelessly I’ll love you endlessly
hopelessly I’ll give you everything
but I won’t give you up
I won’t let you down
and I won’t leave you falling
and if the moment ever comes

hopelessly I’ll love you endlessly
hopelessly I’ll give you everything
but I won’t give you up
I won’t let you down
and I won’t leave you falling
but the moment never comes

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of shit
on my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

“Obviously doctor, you’ve never been a thirteen year-old girl.”

The Lisbon girls were 13, Cecillia, 14, Lux, 15, Bonnie, 16, Mary, and 17, Therese.
No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures.

From that time on, the Lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even when she wasn’t keeping an eye on Cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to know Lux was Trip Fontaine
For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of girls and mothers alike.

But few anticipated it would be so drastic.
The girls were pulled out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls’ only contact to the outside world was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the Lisbon’s mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls traveled in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped Siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the maw carpeted speck of Japan.
And Cecelia hadn’t died. She was a bride in Calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn’t get the Lisbon girls out of our minds, but they were slipping away.
The colours of their eyes were fading, along with exact locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they were all, the living and the dead, become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn’t contacted us.

Lux was the last to go.
Fleeing from the house, we forgot to stop at the garage.
After the suicide free-for-all, Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.
They had Mr. Hedly pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage sale.
Everyone went just to look.
Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they certainly didn’t buy furniture tainted by death.
We of course took the family photos that were put out with the trash.
Mr. Lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a young couple from Boston.

It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls.
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling; still do not hear us.
Calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time. alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death,
And where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me