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The Storyteller Words: Øystein Berntsen, Music: Øystein Berntsen/Kay Jonny Kristiansen I was travelling through the wastelands, one dark and windy day When I met a travelling gypsy, with his cart along the way He was a storyteller, and he seemed to be the last So I asked him please to tell me a story from the past He said to me I’ll tell you the story of a man Who was the last survivor, of a big and glorious clan He was out to seek his fortune, and strike the pot of gold But he ended up a tyran, who was out to rob them all Chorus: Singin aydiadediaydi, diaydiaydiay I’ll tell you all about the man, who left the righteous side Singin aydiadediaydi, the story of a man Who went out to seek his fortune, in the blood of fellow man It was in the weary outskirts, of a town near Dingle Bay This giant of a man, went out one winters day He raped, sieged and plundered, all around the southern land And he utilized the trust, he had gained from fellow man He came in the door a gentleman, before they knew his rage He courted with the women, found the craiq with all the mates But when the craiq was over, and he found the pot of gold He was quick to grab the lot, then he raped and killed them all Chorus He made his way to the capitol, to proceed his dirty deeds But there he met the Garda, the Irish, strong police He went down in a blast of smoke, and was never seen again But the stories always tell us, he will plunder once again Chorus

Fate of the rose Words & music: Øystein Berntsen This tale about to follow, is a story from the heart Of how a love for joy in life, can brake and fall apart Of a rose in bloom in the midst of June, no longer to stand tall And the eye of old St. Peter, watching over one and all One morning in the sunrise, a rose sprung out in bloom Her head reached up to the summer breeze, and the warming sun of June But this rose so fair was a different kind, to weak to ride the storm That came with dark clouds and the night, over the fields were she was born Chorus: I’m going, I am running away From the children of tomorrow, and the likes of yesterday I’m running to the edge of the world Where the stories of tomorrow, are left to be untold As the dark clouds sailed in over the fields, and the heavy rain grew strong The lovely rose was left to fight with the fierce winds on her own No one saw this child, nor heard her cries, through the thunder of the night And when daylight came with the sun again, no blooming rose was in sight Chorus I’ll ask the wise St. Peter, as I stand upon his steps When my rose has faded grey and old, and my life is at the edge Why do you take the children they are not the ones to die You should rather take the faded ones, the likes of you and I Chorus

Returning home Words: Øystein Berntsen, Music: Per Ivar Moum One day as I was walking down memory lane Through a city looking better than an ad campaign My thoughts in remembrance of them days gone by And my youth in this city that I waved good-bye As I walk along the river on a lovely summer day There’s a gleaming in the water as it floats away


There is no place better than my home of the past Though I’ve left it I’ll return again one day at last Chorus: Growing old and looking back On days left behind me reliving my past Growing old and looking back A train down the old railroad track Through the streets I’m walking as the sun goes down I feel like returning to this lovely little town All you weary ramblers a bit like me You’ll always return home one day you’ll see Chorus: Growing old and looking back On days left behind me reliving my past Growing old and looking back A train down the old railroad track

Last call Words & music: Frank Pedersen, Ronny Wikmark, Erlend Ødegård og Frode Strømsvik I was born on a Friday, that could be a sign Cause I’ve loved every Friday since then Found a girl that I married, she was one of a kind Never wanted to marry again I remember the first time I drank my first pint And I swore that it wasn’t my last Through the years I’ve had many, with a good friend of mine But today that’s a thing from the past Chorus: So raise your glasses for Paddy Malone The best man that walked on this earth With him on your side you were never alone Now he lays under six feet of dirt As the years have run by, they have left me alone So my friends this last round is on me And I’ll walk through the streets to a place I called home Soon I will meet my sweet Emily

Chorus: So raise your glasses and bid me farewell This old man is going to rest Not sure where I’m going cause no-one can tell But tonight I will drink with the best So raise your glasses for my Emily The finest girl you’ll ever see A lifetime of sorrow you may well agree Will be gone as I’m leaving to thee So raise your glasses and bid me farewell This old man is going to rest Not sure where I’m going cause no-one can tell But tonight I will drink with the best

Diver Words & music: Per Ivar Moum Wasted times are growing old Years have gone and all I know is nothing Bout what to do Ripping me, myself apart I see it now that all I know is nothing There’s something I missed Chorus: I’m just a diver Divin’ to a sea of fools I’m just a diver Ready to loose People stare with sorry eyes Watch that sorry man that cries he’s nothing So sad so sad Dreams of being young and free Save me from this agony, I’m nothing The dream lied to me Chorus


My Favourite Walking Shoes Words & music: Per Ivar Moum This way of living keeps me up and keeps me down I fear I slip away, acting like a clown I try to mingle, I try to understand But really I’m a boy, lost in wonderland And I don’t care…. I’m walking down the street, some people look at me My shoes are all too big, my pants could fit to three Why should I bother, it’s their philosophy I like my own way, I’m me can’t you see Cause I don’t care….

Chorus: Lullaby come, come, with your stories of old Where fantasy is real and the ending is golden Lullaby come, come, take me under your wing Take me in….to the world….of my dreams So sleep my little angel, don’t you worry bout the night Your eyes alit and sparkle, in the blessed evening light You may say I’m just a dreamer, but you know I still believe That a soothing little lullaby, will put my girl to sleep.

These are one of a kind, colour red and they don’t shine But they’re my favourite walking shoes I know you want to be a bit more like the rest But you should know, it’s not the looks that pass the test If someone tells you, your style is out of date Laugh back in their face, till your head starts to shake Cause you don’t care…. These are one of a kind, colour red and they don’t shine But they’re my favourite walking shoes

Lullaby Words & music: Øystein Berntsen Go to sleep my little angel, don’t you worry bout the dark There is no one here to frighten you, sending shadows through your heart Cause dreaming is not believing, there is no one here tonight That will scare away the beauty of the stories of the night Lay your head upon the pillow, and let your fantasy unfold As I unveil the stories, of the warrior brave and bold And a maiden who was left behind of her handsome man to be And the banshee from the woodlands, you’d never thought you’d see

Life is great Words: Øystein Berntsen, music: Per Ivar Moum I could’ve had more But do I really give a damn I’ll say it once more LIFE IS GREAT I’m a common husband; I’m a common man I breathe for beer and whiskey like any other man The days I spend a working earning penny’s for my wife At night I go a courting, looking for a better life I run away to a dream with no end With a great big mansion and money to spend Dreams are for tossers and beggars and all Who doesn’t seem to know that their life is a ball I know certain people with illusions of their lives Dreams of gold and fortune that end up being lies Many people told me, why don’t you get a life? Then the dream comes back to haunt me, and it stabs me like a knife I run away to a dream with no end With a great big mansion and money to spend Dreams are for tossers and beggars and all Who doesn’t seem to know that their life is a ball


Sealed With a Kiss Words: Paul Gelsomine Music: Ann Helen Stamnsve/Kay Jonny Kristiansen)

Homeland Words: Øystein Berntsen, music: Kay Jonny Kristiansen/Ann Helen Stamnsve Through the streets and alleys, we marched for the Liffey quays While the crowds upon the pavements, and the windows yelled hurray Sailing off for Suvla Bay, to shed blood for the motherland We where off to the Dardanelles, and hell as it’s known to man The pain grows, you’ll never heal it Redemption is at hand Away from family our loved and dear ones All we have is stories to tell Of the war we fought for our beloved homeland And all the brave who fought and fell The shells rained down upon us, like a storm from the Turkish shore I saw the lives of my buddies, fade to black and exist no more The pain grows, you’ll never heal it Redemption is at hand Away from family our loved and dear ones All we have is stories to tell Of the war we fought for our beloved homeland And all the brave who fought and fell

Tender words when they’re sweet, they can light up a spark Passion spreads like fire close to the heart Every time I remember the things that I miss I keep wishing for a lifetime that doesn’t exist A shot came bursting through the dark And an arrow pointed at my heart Who said love would be like this A burden of sentimental bliss A daggers blade with a twist When it’s sealed with a kiss I surrender and try to give up on the cause Lick my wounds just hoping to heal all the soars Bur even in my dreams There’s just emptiness, nothing between Who said love would be like this A burden of sentimental bliss A daggers blade with a twist And it’s sealed with a kiss Tender words when they’re sweet, they can light up a spark Spreading fire like passion too close to the heart Who said love would be like this A burden of sentimental bliss Feels like a dagger with a twist And it’s sealed with a kiss Who said love would be like this A burden of sentimental bliss A daggers blade with a twist And it’s sealed with a kiss


The tale of Shane O’Connor Words & music: Øystein Berntsen As a traveller from Wicklow down to Bantry And the hillside o’er the shores of Sligo Bay On a journey down the narrow lane so empty O’Connor’s tale’s still known to us this day The banshee’s lonely wail throughout the heather That left the grown men terrified and curled Made its way through any wind or weather And filled the land at the limit of the world Chorus: Sing the song of Drogheda’s fall Shane O’Connor who fought them all Of the greatest hero, ever known to man Killed in the service for his land In Ringsend near the lovely Dublin city In the bloody year of 1649 Cromwell came to force the law upon us And slaughter every traitor he could find And the cry of every woman born in Ireland Swept out across marches in the east They cried for the fall of Drogheda And every son that was slaughtered by the beast Chorus Then drums of war rang out like Armageddon And Cromwell pushed his forces through the walls To leave our fair Drogheda burned and shattered Shane O’Connor came to save them one and all He fought like no man had done before him A number of the Fenian’s met his blade But through the drums and pipers of the battlefield The banshee’s lonely wail cried out his name Chorus

All the love Words & music: Øystein Berntsen Met a girl so lovely, in the month of September Her eyes where blue, and her smile, it blew my mind Her hair was brown, like the river Liffey I loved the way she walked, towards me everytime I took her out for a walk, amongst the leaves all falling I asked her to dance, in the rain of yellow and red I never cared for the feelings growing I never knew, I could loose her anytime For all the love you have given me Is the best I’ll ever find You’ll never know how much you’ve given me Cause you turned your head around, And walked out of my life In the darkness of fall, in the month of October The wind blew cold, like music through the fields I’ll never know, how the hell it happened How you slipped away, remains a mystery to me For all the love…


Lassie n the Lads er… Øystein Berntsen (vokal, gitar) Ann Helen Stamnsve (fiolin, fløyte, bratsj, vokal, kor) Kay Jonny Kristiansen (gitar, trekkspill, bouzouki) Per Ivar Moum (bass, kor) Kjartan Klingen (trommer, perkusjon) Takk til: All familie og venner som har stilt opp Skjalg Mikalsen Raaen er med på alle låter med litt forskjellige instrumenter hver Stein Larsen og Sceneservice gang: Mandolin, Danelectro Bariton, El-gitar, Bouzouki, 12 Strengs Akustisk Gitar, Skjalg Mikalsen Raaen Banjo, Amistar Tricone, Ebow Lapsteel, Electric Lapsteel, Akustisk Gitar, Dobro, Erlend Olav Bjørkøy Weissenborn, Pedalsteel. Per Christian Jørstad Ronny Wikmark Jonny Sjo spiller bass på “Diver” Jonny Sjo Rune Nordal Kari Thorvik Lars Lien Leif Hemmingsen og Bare Bra Musikk TS Partner Dag Andre Stamnsve Tre 45 musikk Hegra Sparebank De tidligere bandmedlemmene: Idar Kvaal, Odd Annar Aasan og Roar Nygård Terje Kringen Alt av crew som har vært med oss på veien Vårt trofaste publikum som alltid møter opp og lager stor stemning NRK Kjempesjansen Innspilt Nidaros Studio – Trondheim Produsent Ronny Wikmark Teknikere Ronny Wikmark og Rune Nordal Låt nr. 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 og 12 er mikset i Nidaros Studio Trondheim ved Ronny Wikmark Låt nr. 1, 6, 8, og 11 er mikset i Larsville ved Lars Lien Mastering Morten Stendahl, Redroom Foto Lasse Berre Stylist Hege Regine Lunnan Coverdesign Lasse Berre ® & © Lassie Records 2008


1. The storyteller 2. Fate of the rose 3. Returning home 4. Last call 5. Diver 6. My favourite walking shoes 7. Lullaby 8. Life is great 9. Homeland 10. Sealed with a kiss 11. The tale of Shane O’Connor 12. All the love

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Lassie n the Lads CD Booklet  

This is the booklet from the 2008 album Storyteller from the norwegian folkrock band Lassie n the Lads.

Lassie n the Lads CD Booklet  

This is the booklet from the 2008 album Storyteller from the norwegian folkrock band Lassie n the Lads.

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