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Góðu gestir Her á ovaru hædd er gittari og hetta sangheftið. Vit hava ikki nakran skipaðan felagssang, tí vit í roynd og veru ikki hava eitt skipað borðhald. Tit eru vælkomin at flyta tykkum runt í húsinum, sum tit ynskja. Niðrið undir er pallur og har vera framførslur, men her uppi stendur tykkum frítt at syngja um tit ynskja tað, og sjálvandi lata vera við at syngja, um tit ikki tíma. Sangheftið hevur eitt breitt úrval av sangum, her eru bæði teir siðbundnu syngi við sangirnir, summir føroyskir, summir á øðrum málum, men her eru eisini aðrir, ið ikki eru so siðbundir. Men minnist til at hugna tykkum! Niels Uni og Gunn

Kære gæster Her på øverste etage er en guitar og dette sanghæfte. På Færøerne har vi en stærk tradition med fællessang, og til en traditionel fest ville vi alle have faste siddepladser og toast masteren ville have sunget for. Men til denne fest er I velkomne at bevæge jer rundt i huset, efter eget ønske. Nede på første etage, er der opsat en scene, hvor der bliver optrædener, her oppe er I vælkomne at have fællessang. I sanghæftet er en masse klassikere fra færøsk fællessang, men også andre sange, og de er på færøsk, engelsk og skandinaviske sprog. Men husk at hygge jer. Niels Uni og Gunn

Yvirlit Vælkomnir føroyingar

Hvør skuldi gamlar gøtur gloymt

Rasmus 8 So vakrar moyggjar

Føroyar 10 Eins og áarstreymur rennur

Gomul minnir

Sjeikurin 13 Kalle Petersen

Molly Malone

Nu er det for sent min ven

Tað er leygarkvøld í kvøld

Eros 18 Um eg kundi kvøði

Miðalhampamaður

Meg minnist eina mynd

Eitt sunnukvøld í plantasjuni

The Wild Rover

Summer Of ’69

Blóman 25 Wonderwall 26

Take Me Home, Country Roads

Ring Of Fire

Sweet Child O’ Mine

Kom og dansa

Seven Nation Army

Bad Moon Rising

Kiss From A Rose

Free Fallin

Eg siti so eina

Laugh ’n’ A 1/2

Súrligar nætur í Keypmannahavn

Me & Bobby McGee

Vandringsmen 41 Perfect Day

Come As You Are

Under the Bridge

Meirilutin ræður

Angels 46 Hotel California

Losing My Religion

VÆLKOMNIR FØROYINGAR Vælkomnir føroyingar her í vási, eg meini, vit eru mergjaðir enn, um mong ein hurð enn stendur í lási, vit roynast tó enn menskir menn: :,: Av látri ikki útskolaðir enn eru vit ikki volaðir.:,: Enn eru knotur í føroyskum kongum, tað kennist við hvørt lógvatak, enn eiga vit sess á summum rongum, enn stíga vit fram um hurðabak. :,: Enn torga broddi vit ímót, enn livir gamalt føroyskt grót.:,: Um gamal runnur á Føroya vølli enn slitið hevur í túsund ár, og illa trevsaður er av elli og ber so stór og greflig sár, :,: so er tó haldgóð enn hvør spong, enn fara vit ikki undir kong.:,: Kom sessist tí við gleim og gaman um vertskapsborð á hesi ferð! til skemtunnar enn vit hittast saman, sum gamal landasiður er; :,: væl unnast vit við kæti kátt, tí eitrandi er sprekið gott.:,: Og tá til hallar heim vit venda, hvør heldur leið at síni vrá, og henda veitslan er komin at enda, lat gamlar sinir roynast svá. :,: at verkum várum komandi verður gleðilyndið fylgjandi.:,:

HVØR SKULDI GAMLAR GØTUR GLOYMT Hvør skuldi gamlar gøtur gloymt og gamalt vinalag, hvør skuldi gamlar gøtur gloymt og mangan góðan dag. Fyri mangan góðan dag, ið var, drekk nú eitt glas við mær, vit tøma eina vinaskál og minnast tíð, ið var. Vit runnu upp í brekkurnar, har blomstur vaks og ber, men síðan var mangt sporið tungt í tíð, sum farin er. Vit spældu allan dag við skip og floyttu eftir á, men leingi vítt og vágvilt hav ímillum okkum lá. Her rætti eg tær bróðurhond, og rætt tú tína mær, vit bera glas at munni so og minnast tíð, ið var. Tú koksast ikki vinur mín, og eg skal fylgja tær, vit tøma báðir brøðraskál og minnast tíð, ið var.

RASMUS Kenna tit Rasmus, Rasmus í Gørðum, hann eigur sær bæði hestar og neyt, so hevur hann kjallin niðri í fjøru, saltfisk og speril um á hjá honum fleyt. Oh Rasmus, oh Rasmus, hann følir seg so eina, Hugsar um Rasminu, sum situr heilt aleina. Tí Rasmus, ja Rasmus, hann er gamal drongur, slaturin gongur, hann tímir ikki longur. Aaaaaaaaa...... Nú má eg mær finna eina fitta gentu, hevði eg torað at ligið framvið. Eg fylgdi Rasminu, sjálvt um teir mangan flentu, men kanska hon ikki er heilt ómøgulig. Tí Rasmus, ja Rasmus, hann er gamal drongur, slaturin gongur, hann tímir ikki longur. Hann droymir um Rasminu bæði dagar og nætur. Vinirnir arga hann, so hann er oftani til slatur. Aaaaaaaaa.... Og Rasmus, ja Rasmus, hann fór sær ein dagin yvir á nesið og norður um á. At fríggja hann ætlaði reyður og smæðin. Spurdi Rasminu, á knøunum hann lá.” Rasmina, Rasmina, mín fitta rosina. Vilt tú um meg fjálga, mín lívsins kamina?” ”Ja elskaði Rasmus, nú kundi eg skríggja, í tríati ár havi eg nú vænta teg at fríggja.” Aaaaaaaaaaaa…

SO VAKRAR MOYGGJAR So vakrar moyggjar og knappar menn, sum kunna teirra gerning gera, væl finna kanst tú í Føroyum enn, tí er her gaman at vera. Um vetrarkvøld við grúgvu samlast øll at siga søgur bæði um menn og trøll; stuttligt er har, tað tykist mær, ið hvat so aðrir teir halda. At reka seyð, tað so stuttligt er, at kasta nót og halda snøri; hvør lítil drongur so glaður fer at stinga fliður í fjøru; og tá ið piltur fer at fiska síl, í fikku fær hann sær ein góðan drýl, niðan í dal hann fara skal at fáa agn fyri flundru. Í øðrum londum teir gera mat, sum rætt og slætt kann kallast evja; ”týskar klumpar” og ”franska sós” og mangt og hvat tey saman vevja. Eg skerpikjøt og rikling vraki ei, gev mær bara tvøst og spik og seið; gásin væl gødd og seyðarhøvd, tað er tann kostur sum mær dámar.

FØROYAR 1 Kaga upp í himmalin Sært tú fuglin har Frælsur vil hann flúgva Mong túsund míl frá tær Hann breiðir sínar veingir út Veittrar tær farvæl Tá ferðin er at enda Tú aftur fuglin sær Tá er hann komin heim Til Føroyar

4 Hvat heldur tú um okkum Vit rópa okkum tjóð Á flaggdegi um várarnar Tá tjøldur setast móð Hvar eru tey, sum lovaðu At lekja tíni sár Sum misprýða og vannvirða Ár eftir ár eftir ár eftir ár Hvat heldur tú um føroyingar Føroyar?

2 Á køldum opnum havi Spjaddar liggja tit Grønar vakrar oyggjar Hetta landið eiga vit Tú dregur, tú argar Tað er títt sinnalag Títt freka blíða lyndi Sjarmerandi er tað Soleiðis kenna vit teg Føroyar

5 Við gittara og sangi Eg spæli nú mítt lag Sum um Føroyar var mín móðir Og bað meg skriva tað So eiggilig og gomul Hon teskar: “barnið mítt, Eg vildi at mítt ríkidømi So væl varð býtt Ímillum tey sum búgva her í Føroyum Ímillum tey sum búgva her í Føroyum So javnt millum føroyingar, Føroyar”

3 Flúgva fagrir fuglar Byggja reiður her Og fiskur býr í sjónum So langt sum eygað ber At vitja fjallatindar Mangur gleðir seg Og sprýkja goymdar keldur Um vit bora ígjøgnum teg Og verða vit ríkari tá Føroyar Og hvør verður ríkari tá Føroyar

EINS OG ÁARSTREYMUR RENNUR Eins og áarstreymur rennur vallar hugurin hjá mær, og í barmi mínum brennur longsil út um bygdargarð. Eg vil skoða villar víddir, eg vil njóta sól og vind. Fagurt hagin nú er skrýddur, lætt fer lot um fjallatind. Felagar, tit pjøkan takið, kom í hagan burt við mær, vendið bygdini so bakið – móti okkum sólin lær. Hoyrið fuglaljóð í haga, síggi seyðafylgi mong, dýr og menniskju seg gleða: Trív tí í ein vallarasong! Tá ið eftir dagsins hita kaldligt lot um víddir fer, snípan letur okkum vita, at tað hvíldarstund nú er, og tá fara vit í tjaldið, og vit sova sælan blund, inntil náttin missir valdið á tí snimmu morgunstund.

GOMUL MINNIR Sum eg her siti við veitslunnar borð, Tankarnir víða sveima, Minnini berast í suður og norð, Dvølja við smáttuna heima. Tá sólin á kvøldi sakk logandi reyð, Syngjandi fuglur um reiður sítt fleyg. Niðri á støðni, um klettin tað dróg. Nú er alt bara minnir. Minnast tit friðin um bygdina lá, øll høvdu tíð at liva, skemtandi menn undir hjallum tú sá, tímatabell var ei skrivað. Tá sólin á kvøldi sakk logandi reyð, syngjandi fuglur um reiður sítt fleyg. Niðri á støðni, um klettin tað dróg. Nú er alt bara minnir. Eg minnist hanan á morgni, hann gól, húskið hann alt fekk at vaka. Fiskafløgg veitra í rísandi sól, rívir á trøðni raka. Í torvi á Kvíðandal kyndu vit bál, drukku roykte, vit burdu sagt skál, svumu í ánni, ja, pápi svam við. Rík eru gomul minnir. Og tá so dangurnar riggaðu til garpar á suðurland sigldu. Nýbarkað seglini settu teir til stýrdu á bárunum villu. Menn heima har sótu tey kona og børn, lýddu á havið í stormi og ódn, longdust til heystar, tá sluppin kom heim. Nú er alt bara minnir

Í urðini sóu vit húkandi menn lótu sín afførning fara, Harvunnar kjálkar, og fastbitnar tenn, kendu til útnyrðing harðan, teir royttu ein neva av sýrum og gras, turkaðu endan, tað var einki fjas, tíðin var tíðin, sjálvt lívið var alt. Nú er tað bara minnir. Víst vóru løtur við álvara í, ”Gráa” til tarvs mátti fara, spulað um halan, og eg spurdi hví, fekk tá um storkin at læra. Tá sólin á kvøldi sakk logandi reyð, syngjandi fuglur um reiður sítt fleyg. Niðri á støðni um klettin tað dró. Nú er alt bara minnir.

SJEIKURIN Hon liggur har í songini við dýnu uppundir øs. Eg spyrji: „Tú, hvat bagir tær? Tú gert meg heilt nervøs.” Hon svarar ikki, fyrr enn eg spyrji einaferð afturat, so smílist hon so droymandi og sigur: „Veist tú hvat?” „Tú skuldi hitt hann ein sjeik so fittan. Hann er lekrasta petti, sum finst her á jørð. Tað allarbesta – eg eri um at bresta! Um eg ikki skjótt síggi hann, so verði eg ør ja, eg verði púra ør – so púra ør!” Hon hoppar út úr songini og dansar alt, hon kann. Í ørmunum ósjónliga er dreymurin, hon fann. Hon leggur ikki merki til mín, tí hon er so glað, hon dansar og hon syngur og eg sníki meg avstað 13

KALLE PETERSEN Det var sent en kvæld på byens gamle kro, jeg sad helt alene ved et bord for to, men da rejste sig en mand fra det store, mørke fjeld: Kalle Petersen vil synge om sig selv. Jeg var i min grønne ungdoms tjuge år, hun var trettisju med langt og krøllet hår, jeg var ung og uerfaren, jeg var trofast i mit sind, hun var falsk, hun var som høstens kolde vind. Og jeg mindes under vårens blomsterdrys, jeg af Josefina fik det først kys; men jeg mindes jo desværre første vinterkvælden, som Josefina første gangen ikke kom. Siden dengang er det hændt så mangen gang, jeg stod udenfor og ventede dagen lang, og hver gang jeg stod og jævled, Loved hun at være tro; det er sidste gang, jeg la’r mig selv forsmå. Men i dag så synger jeg af hjertet frøjd, jeg har ingen brud, men jeg er vel fornøjd, ingen spør mig når jeg kommer, ingen gråter når jeg går, jeg er ugift, uforlovet, her jeg står.

MOLLY MALONE In Dublins’s fair city, where girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheel’d her whellbarrow, through streets broad and narrow, crying Cockles and mussels! alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! - Alive, alive oh! crying Cockles and mussels! alive, alive oh! She was a fishmonger, but sure ’twas no wonder, for so were her father and mother before; and they each wheel’d their barrow through streets broad and narrow. crying Cockles and mussels! alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! - Alive, alive oh! crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! She died of a fever, and no one could save her, and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone; her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow. crying Cockles and mussels! alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! - Alive, alive oh! crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

NU ER DET FOR SENT MIN VEN Jeg trode på løfter, du loved engang om lyklige dager med dans og med sang da var jeg så føjlig, nu er jeg ubøjlig skyll ikke på mig, for det var du som sa nei. Nu er det for sent min ven at gøre det godt igen skyll ikke på mig det var du som sa nei Da hade hjøpt ringe, til dig og til mig og lykkelige dager jeg vented med dig men om vor forening, forandred du mening skyll ikke på mig, for det var du som sa nei. Nu er det for sent…………. Hvad hjelper at gråte, og angre det nå jeg vet nok en måte, at glemme dig på jeg går ut med andre, og danser med andre jeg blåser i dig, for det var du som sa nei. Nu er det for sent……….

TAÐ ER LEYGARKVØLD Í KVØLD Tað er leygarkvøld í kvøld, harmonikan spælir til dans, komið øll, sum eru køld, komið og fáið tykkum kjans. Tak um miðjuna á henni, sum tú valdi tær, kom og syngið og flennið, kom og dansa við mær. Hoyr so kátir tónar út gjøgnum vindeygað sær smoyggja nú. Hvussu kanst tú kenna sút? Kom og trín í dansin, tú. Tak um miðjuna á henni…. Og tá myrkrið fjalir fold, tak tá gentuna í hondina. Tá so døggin legst á mold, leiðast tit til strondina. Tak um miðjuna á henni…. Legg á varrar hennar koss, strúk so blítt og eymt um purlurnar, burt er alt, sum fyrr var knoss og burtur allar kurlurnar. Tak um miðjuna á henni…. Eydnulandið tykkar er har í fjálgu skýming sera blítt, tað sum síðan hendi har, er í tínum huga frítt. Tak um miðjuna á henni…. 17

EROS Vilt tú ikki sita her eina løtu nú hjá mær :,: so eg kann kína og kyssa teg og vera tær so nær. :,: Nú býurin skjótt sova skal og myrkrið biður góða nátt :,: legg teg bara her so væl fevn og kroyst mín kropp. :,: Vit gloyma dagsins strev í morgin er aftur frídagur og Eros so loyndarfullur lær bara hann okkum sær. Nú sólin sendur geislar inn í eina lítla lon so veik :,: har liggja tvey saman balla skinn eftir ástarleik :,: Um vit gloyma dagsins stríð geva hvørjum øðrum tíð kann Eros ikki halda frí tað leggur hann einki í. Tú mást ei fara heim í kvøld verð nú her hjá mær, hjá mær :,: so eg kann merkja tín mjúka kropp heilt nær at mær. :,:

UM EG KUNDI KVØÐI Um eg kundi kvøði hjartalongsul mín allar duldar sangir elskaða til tín. Um eg kundi grátið eina náttarstund meðan blíðir andar tær veittu sælan blund. Grátið kvirt og leingi vakna ikki fljóð yvir fornar fannir vil eg gráta slóð. Gráta fram tær blómur horvnar undir snjó elskaða tær anga tær nørdu hjartablóð. Um eg kundi teskað vakna álvan mín summarsblómur fríðar græt eg fram til tín. Tá mær vildi bleika sorgarbrosið títt ljósnandi umsíðir lovað summar nýtt.

MIÐALHAMPAMAÐUR Eg eri bert ein miðalhampamaður mítt hár er hvørki skitið ella sítt hvønn sunnudag tá gangi eg við slipsi eg kenni munin millum mítt og títt. Eg eri hvørki kommunistur ella provo eg brúki Dimmu ei sum skoynisopp eg blaki ei við borðiskum á tingi og tá tey roykja hasj eg sigi stopp. Hvønn mikudag eg hoyri kvøðuljómar eg eigi fýra fitt og nosslig børn í Gundadali haldi eg við HB og Føroya størsta skald er Óðin Ódn. Baptistarinir teir eru alt ov grammir nei, bispurin hann hevur meira stíl eg berjist heldur ei á hvítusunnu eg eiga allar Varðarnar hjá Míl. At framamenn teir eru psykopatar so greitt tað er, tað síggja kann hvør ein kleyv studentarnir sum nassa upp á statin teir skuldu fingið homluband um reyv. Á Ólavsøku eina lítla kenning annars drekki eg bert mjólk og te so kenni eg ein mann sum eitur Henning og hann er hampuligur eins og eg.

MEG MINNIST EINA MYND Meg minnist eina mynd – eg var lítil tá, Tó fagrari mynd eg aldri sá; Tað var lítil bygd, fram við vatn hon lá Og húsini vóru so fitt og smá Í bønum á blik, løgdu gentur løk, og roykurin rak yvir grasgrøn tøk. Hvør klettur sum skarlak litaður var, Og krúnu av tárni tindurin bar. Ein drongur við tráðu sat vatni hjá, ein áarløkur rann skamt har frá. Ein tjóðraður hestur í beiti stóð. Í lofti kvað fuglur sítt kvøldarljóð. Alt átti so friðarligt hvíldarlag Kvøldarhvíld eftir strævnan dag. Sólin var farin um fjallaskarð Tó enn stóð glæman og lýsti har. Ein føgur, ein yndislig summarmynd við sólseturglæmu um høgan tind – Og eg kann minnast, eg ynskti mær, At mær mátti unnast at búgva har. Tó aldri eg enn slíkt stað havi sætt, og einki havi eg frá tí frætt; og myndin er burtur – skrødd ella brend, og eina mynd av mær, ongum øðrum kend.

EITT SUNNUKVØLD Í PLANTASJUNI Eitt sunnukvøld í plantasjuni Har sita tvey lið um lið Ein genta og ein drongur Nei, nú orki eg ikki longur Eg aftan fyri tey lá Eitt sunnukvøld í plantasjuni Tey tosa um stjørnur og mána Sita eina løtu og gána Men so loypa tey upp við ein hvøkk Tað var nakað, sum gjørdi tey kløkk Hetta aftan fyri tey lá Eitt sunnukvøld í plantasjuni O góða, o góða, kom og set teg her hjá mær! O góða, o góða, kom nú, meðan slett eingin sær Her er so góður friður, so tú kanst seta teg niður Her er so gott og so hugnaligt Tí tú ert mær so fitt so fitt Eg fjaldur undir greinunum lá Fyri tey meg ei skuldu sjá Men so kom eg til at bróta eina grein So tað runt um plantasjuna hvein Tað var hetta sum gjørdi tey kløkk Eitt sunnukvøld í plantasjuni O góða, o góða, kom og set teg her hjá mær! O góða, o góða, kom nú, meðan slеtt eingin sær Her er so góður friður, so tú kanst sеta teg niður Her er so gott og so hugnaligt Tí tú ert mær so fitt so fitt 22

THE WILD ROVER I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I’m returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more And it’s No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day And it’s No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight She says ”I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest” And it’s No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they’ve caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more And it’s No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover,No never no more

SUMMER OF ’69 I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it ’til my fingers bled Was the summer of ’69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard. Jimmy quit, Jody got married I should’ve known we’d never get far Oh, when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Yeah, I’d always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Ain’t no use in complainin’ When you’ve got a job to do Spent my evenings down at the drive-in And that’s when I met you, yeah Standin’ on your mama’s porch You told me that you’d wait forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah. Back in the summer of ’69, oh. Man we were killin’ time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin’ can last forever, forever, no! yeah!

And now the times are changin’ Look at everything that’s come and gone Sometimes when I play that old six-string I think about you, wonder what went wrong Standin’ on your mama’s porch You told me that it’d last forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah. Back in the summer of ’69, oh. It was the summer of ’69, oh, yeah. Me and my baby in ’69, oh. It was the summer, the summer, the summer of ’69, yeah.

BLÓMAN Fagra blóma tú sum prýðir fjallatindar, berg og skørð, bø og ong og grønar líðir, hvat er fagrari á jørð? Eina blómu tó eg kenni, fagrast hon av øllum er, sjálvt ei rósan líkist henni, tað er hon eg valdi mær. Blómur spretta móti vári, følna tá ið heystið er, mín, hon blóma man alt árið, um so kalt og kavi er. :: Eina ferð hon bert man blóma, følnar hon, eg følni við, fylgja skal eg blómu míni til tann síðsta hvíldarfrið.::

WONDERWALL Today is gonna be the day That they’re gonna throw it back to you By now you should’ve somehow Realized what you gotta do I don’t believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now Backbeat, the word is on the street That the fire in your heart is out I’m sure you’ve heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don’t believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would Like to say to you But I don’t know how Because maybe You’re gonna be the one that saves me And after all You’re my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day But they’ll never throw it back to you By now you should’ve somehow Realized what you’re not to do I don’t believe that anybody Feels the way I do About you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don’t know how I said maybe You’re gonna be the one that saves me And after all You’re my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You’re gonna be the one that saves me And after all You’re my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You’re gonna be the one that saves me (saves me) You’re gonna be the one that saves me (saves me) You’re gonna be the one that saves me (saves me)

TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue ridge mountain, Shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mamma Take me home, country roads All my memories, gather round her Miners’ lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mamma Take me home, to the country roads I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me Radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mamma Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mamma Take me home, to the country roads Take me home, that country road Take me home, that country road 28

RING OF FIRE Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down and the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down and the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Oh, but the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down and the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down and the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire The ring of fire, the ring of fire...

SWEET CHILD O’ MINE She’s got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky (Sky) Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stared too long I’d probably break down and cry Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet child o’ mine Whoa, oh-oh-oh! Sweet love of mine She’s got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place Where as a child I’d hide And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet child o’ mine Ooh, oh-oh-oh! Sweet love of mine Oh yeah! Whoa-oh-oh-oh! Sweet child o’ mine Ooh-oh, oh, oh! Sweet love of mine Whoa, oh-oh-oh! Sweet child o’ mine, ooh yeah Ooh! Sweet love of mine Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Ooh, where do we go? Where do we go now? Oh, where do we go now? Where do we go? (Sweet child) Ooh, where do we go now? Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Where do we go now? Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, wow Where do we go? 30

Oh, where do we go now? Oh, where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Ooh, where do we go now? Now, now, now, now, now, now, now Sweet child, sweet child o’ mine

KOM OG DANSA Kom og dansa, hjartans kæri skattur mín. Hoyr fiólin káta kvøður hásong sín. Kvøður hátt um elskhug og um søtan gleim, lat hann bera okkum burt í annan heim. Kom og dansa, kæra legg teg í mín arm. Lívgandi er hvíldin við tín mjúka barm. Lítla hjarta titrar eymt ímóti mær, sum ein bangin dúgva sárt við veingjum slær. Fagra høvdið hvílist móti bringu blítt, fuglaungin kennir reiðrið fjálgt og lýtt. Skálkasøta brosið leikar vørrum á, spyr, um ikki skjótt tær munnu kossin fá. Eygu møtast – burt er horvið alt, sum er, eina sveima vit í eini dreymaverð. Søtt sum blóman angar, mjúkt sum aldan slær, streymar heitt títt unga yndi móti mær. Alt er skýmligt, eina dansa tú og eg, smáar varrar teska eymt: „Eg elski teg !” Ørur eg tær kyssi – streingir tagna brátt. Svunnin er ein fríð og føgur dreymanátt.

SEVEN NATION ARMY I’m gonna fight ’em off A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back They’re gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I’m talkin’ to myself at night Because I can’t forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message comin’ from my eyes says, ”Leave it alone” Don’t wanna hear about it Every single one’s got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it comin’ back my way I’m gonna serve it to you And that ain’t what you want to hear But that’s what I’ll do And the feeling coming from my bones says, ”Find a home” I’m going to Wichita Far from this opera for evermore I’m gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding Right before the Lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will think no more And the stains comin’ from my blood tell me, ”Go back home” Woooh Signar í Homrum, Woooh Signar í Homrum…

BAD MOON RISING I see the bad moon a-rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightning I see bad times today Don’t go around tonight Well, it’s bound to take your life There’s a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a-blowing I know the end is coming soon I fear rivers overflowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Don’t go around tonight Well, it’s bound to take your life There’s a bad moon on the rise All right Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we’re in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye Well, don’t go around tonight Well, it’s bound to take your life There’s a bad moon on the rise Don’t come around tonight Well, it’s bound to take your life There’s a bad moon on the rise

KISS FROM A ROSE Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea And you became the light on the dark side of me Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can’t be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me, you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can’t be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey I, I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey I’ve (And if I should fall, will it all go away?) been kissed by a rose on the grey I, I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can’t be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey

FREE FALLIN She’s a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America too She’s a good girl, who’s crazy ’bout Elvis Loves horses and her boyfriend too And it’s a long day, livin’ in Reseda There’s a freeway, runnin’ through the yard And I’m a bad boy, ’cause I don’t even miss her I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart And I’m free, free fallin’ Yeah I’m free, free fallin’ All the vampires, walkin’ through the valley Move west down Ventura Boulevard And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows And the good girls are home with broken hearts And I’m free, I’m free fallin’ Yeah I’m free, free fallin’ Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a I wanna glide down over Mulholland I wanna write her name in the sky I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’ Gonna leave this world for a while Now I’m free, free fallin’ (Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a) Yeah I’m free, free fallin’ (Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)

(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a) Yeah I’m free, free fallin’ Oh! (Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a) Free fallin’ (Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a) And I’m free, oh, free fallin’ (Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)

EG SITI SO EINA Eg siti so eina við bálið í kvøld, og hugsi um teg mín elskaða. Nú sólin fer niður, og náttin gerst køld, og stjørnurnar glitra himni á. Eg reið mær avstað til Texas bý, yvir prærians fløtur, fjøll og líð. Eg reið mær henda langa veg, tí eg skuldi hitta teg, mín hestur, mín saðil og eg. Og nú vit aftur sita saman her, við longsli eg taki teg í favn, aftaná hesa longu vandamiklu ferð, eg teski títt elskaða navn. Eg reið mær avstað til Texas bý, yvir prærians fløtur, fjøll og líð. Eg reið mær henda langa veg, tí eg skuldi hitta teg, mín hestur, mín saðil og eg.

LAUGH ’N’ A 1/2 I learned politeness on my mother’s knee I learned by uprightness my number of friends Should increase When I think about the things I’ve done I laugh out loud to no one Yeah, to no one ’Cause it’s so hard to meet the eyes that I see When I try to open up my heart There’s something inside me’n’I know it’s good But understanding, it’s misunderstood At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 But I became honest Mr. Mistaken In spite of the curves my smile was makin’ Bumpers and kickers in one big stream I grew up in a life size pinball machine Yeah! They’re mean ’Cause it’s so hard to meet the eyes that I see When I try to open up my heart There’s something inside me’n’I know it’s good But understanding, it’s misunderstood At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 On my behalf There’s something inside me and I know it’s good But understanding, it’s misunderstood At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 I tried to fill some silece ’Cause the silence feels so long I knew the ice was gettin’ thinner But I kept skating on My mother threw me into this world as a winner But by the light of the yellow beer They tell the jokes I’ll never get to hear On my behalf There’s something inside me and I know it’s good 38

But understanding, it’s misunderstood At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 On my behalf There’s something inside me and I know it’s good But understanding, it’s misunderstood At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2 At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a 1/2

SÚRLIGAR NÆTUR Í KEYPMANNAHAVN Vaknandi húsafasadir nú náttin er deyð spyrja hvønn annan hvar fáa vit nú morgunbreyð morgunin legði sín perlandi døgg á tín kinn vit turkaðu brillurnar væl áðrenn vit fóru inn í tómligu tøgnini hittast av og á eygnabrá lunkaði rundstykkir hvat skal tú nú hava uppá ein lítlan til tín ein til mín ja tað riggar so væl tá ein skal biðja teg lova sær at sova sær hjá tær og Langabrúgv leingist av longsli har yvir man skal á tínum kamari kunnu vit helst sova væl ein byrjandi býur bjóðar tær ein góðan dag tú svarar takk fyri meg men mítt ríki er ei av ídag eg elski teg tak mín seinasti rest í tín favn so gloyma vit súrligar nætur í Keypmannahavn og meðan tú elskar meg hómi eg dalar og fjøll angandi bø mjúkar sátur og spælandi børn

ME & BOBBY MCGEE Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train I was feeling near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained And rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing, and that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la la Bobby McGee La la la la la, la la la la la 40

La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la La La la, la la la la la la La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man I said called him my lover just the best I can and come on And and a Bobby oh, and a Bobby McGee yeah Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo Hey hey hey Bobby McGee, lord La da la la la, la da la la la la la Hey hey hey, Bobby McGee yeah

VANDRINGSMEN Oss kan du møte på all verdens veier, vår fot har trått på alle markens muld. Den bylt vi bær på, det er alt vi eier, men vi har stjerneglimt og månegull. Vi har en drøm, en verden bak om pannen, så langt den rækker er den evig vår. Ja, vi har sjø og vi har gyldne lande, med nye eventyr hvor hen vi går. Når sol går ned og det bliver skumringstider, vil bekken nynne oss en melodi. For vi er vandringsmenn i verden vide og ingen gledestund går oss forbi. Vi tar imot og gir med åpne hender, så glad som vi er ingen mann på jord. Som vi, når natten sine stjerner tender og lar dem lyse i en vandrers spor. 41

PERFECT DAY Just a perfect day Drink sangria in the park And then later, when it gets dark We go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie, too And then home Oh, it’s such a perfect day I’m glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It’s such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh, it’s such a perfect day I’m glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You’re going to reap just what you sow You’re going to reap just what you sow You’re going to reap just what you sow You’re going to reap just what you sow 42

COME AS YOU ARE Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up Choice is yours, don’t be late Take a rest as a friend As an old memoria Memoria, Memoria, Memoria Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As an old memoria Memoria, Memoria, Memoria And I swear that I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun Memoria , Memoria, Memoria Memoria (No, I don’t have a gun) And I swear that I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun No, I don’t have a gun Memoria, Memoria

UNDER THE BRIDGE Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, The City of Angels Lonely as I am together we cry I drive on her streets ’cause she’s my companion I walk through her hills ’cause she knows who I am She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy Well, I never worry, now that is a lie I don’t ever wanna feel like I did that day But take me to the place I love, take me all the way I don’t ever wanna feel like I did that day But take me to the place I love take me all the way Yeah, yeah yeah It’s hard to believe that there’s nobody out there It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone At least I have her love The city, she loves me Lonely as I am together we cry I don’t ever wanna feel like I did that day But take me to the place I love take me all the way I don’t ever wanna feel like I did that day But take me to the place I love take me all the way Yeah, yeah yeah Oh, no, no, no, yeah yeah Love me, I say, yeah yeah One time (Under the bridge downtown) Is where I drew some blood (Under the bridge downtown) 44

I could not get enough (Under the bridge downtown) Forgot about my love (Under the bridge downtown) I gave my life away, yeah Yeah yeah Oh, no, no no no, yeah yeah Oh no, I said oh, yeah yeah Here I stay

MEIRILUTIN RÆÐUR Nú bløðini skriva várt land fer um koll hví hjálpir oss nú eingin Nólsoyar Páll øll klípast og klandrast at tryggja sær sess hygg – annarhvør ungi nú føðist við stress. Alt veksur í virði nú – uttan tín løn tí fólkið skal spara er vísmanna bøn títt kekkhefti klænkar og svárt svíður sár tá bilar og video broytast hvørt ár. Er títt typuhús norskt og títt sjónvarp japanskt tað tú hoyrir og sært har er danskt amerikanskt hvat er tað, sum bagir, hvørjum endar alt við sig mær: fáa vit føroyingar ongantíð frið? Men ovasti dómstólur dóm hevur felt tú skalt eta tey epli, tú sjálv hevur velt tí meirilutin ræður og tað er so rætt at alt verður júst so sum hann hevur sagt. Men – gerast fólk klók av at fylkjast í flokk so vóru vit bæði vísmen um vit vóru nokk tó málfrøðin mest hevur fávit mítt fest um ”flest” merkir ”best” ella barasta: ”flest”. 45

ANGELS I sit and wait Does an angel contemplate my fate? And do they know the places where we go When we’re grey and old? ’Cause I’ve been told That salvation lets their wings unfold So when I’m lying in my bed Thoughts running through my head And I feel that love is dead I’m lovin’ angels instead And through it all She offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call She won’t forsake me I’m lovin’ angels instead When I’m feeling weak And my pain walks down a one-way street I look above And I know I’ll always be blessed with love And as the feeling grows She breathes flesh to my bones And when love is dead I’m lovin’ angels instead And through it all She offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall 46

Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call She won’t forsake me I’m lovin’ angels instead And through it all She offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call She won’t forsake me I’m lovin’ angels instead

HOTEL CALIFORNIA On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself ”This could be Heaven or this could be Hell” Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain ”Please bring me my wine.” He said, ”We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine.” And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the Hotel California 48

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said ”We are all just prisoners here, of our own device” And in the master’s chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before ”Relax,” said the night man ”We are programmed to receive You can check-out any time you like But you can never leave!”

LOSING MY RELIGION Oh life, it’s bigger It’s bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I’ve said too much I set it up That’s me in the corner That’s me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don’t know if I can do it Oh no, I’ve said too much I haven’t said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try Every whisper Of every waking hour I’m choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no, I’ve said too much I set it up Consider this Consider this, the hint of the century Consider this, the slip That brought me to my knees, failed What if all these fantasies come Flailing around Now I’ve said too much 50

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream That was just a dream That’s me in the corner That’s me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don’t know if I can do it Oh no, I’ve said too much I haven’t said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream Try, cry, why try That was just a dream Just a dream Just a dream, dream

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