1. |
Præludium
01:13
|
|||
2. |
Vinger til salg
03:41
|
|||
Wings for sale, yeah, I have wings
I see myself, myself in that mirror
And what I see is everyday decay
Right here, in this second
On this day, free fall
Wings for sale, yeah, I have wings
I have seen everything
I have heard everything
I have touched everything
Tasted and smelled my own decay
And it’s pretty sad
I see myself, myself in my own head
Here, there are a lot of memories for sale
I’m hanging on,
I’m still hanging on
Because it’s now or never
Wings for sale, yeah, I have wings
I have seen everything
I have heard everything
I have touched everything
Tasted and smelled my own decay
And it’s pretty sad
Where’s the last spark?
Wings for sale, yeah, I have wings
I have seen everything
I have heard everything
I have touched everything
Tasted and smelled my own decay
And it’s pretty sad
Where’s the last spark?
Wings for sale
|
||||
3. |
Mælkebøttebarn
04:34
|
|||
4. |
Stjernesluger
03:43
|
|||
Crazy is the blue sky
You will feel desire by looking at it
It was hopeless, life swallowed me
I didn’t give a shit about anything
I’m yelling at the sky, that’s how my madness started On a rainy, July night in Copenhagen
Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen
There was no slate I could wipe clean
I was brilliant at chaos and insanity
Shortly and raw, I swallowed a star that fell down On a rainy, July night in Copenhagen
Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen
A microscopic piece of a star
Quietly dancing around, blowing away the chains of thought Jumping like crazy in my stomach
On a rainy, July night in Copenhagen
Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen Star swallower now, tonight in Copenhagen
Tonight, tonight, tonight, in Copenhagen, in Copenhagen
|
||||
5. |
Krigersind
04:29
|
|||
1, 1, 1, 2, 1...
1, 1, 1, 2, 1... Do it now!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA... do it now, do it now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA!
Attention now! I see you coming at me like a sneaky animal The gaze – yes, the vicious gaze, seeing red like a bull Attention! Behind the blurry, psychopathic tunnel vison exists a war, a creature so evil, androgynous
Do it now, do it now!
Warrior mind – move, move, move back! Warrior mind – bloody red, like Ho Chi Minh! Warrior mind – do it now in the moonlight! Do it now, do it now!
Stand straight now! You have the power to serve it for me Because the war is a necessary evil within you
Stand straight! Here, love will never win big
Humans fight, run, and stick their heads in shit
Do it now, do it now!
Warrior mind – move, move, move back! Warrior mind – as crazy as Ho Chi Minh! Warrior mind – do it now in the moonlight! Do it now, do it now!
1, 1, 1, 2, 1... Do it now!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA!
Do it now, do it now!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA...I’m doing it, I’m doing it! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA!
Do it now, do it now!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, HA!
DO IT NOW!
Do it now, do it now!
Warrior mind – move, move, move back! Warrior mind – as a real Ho Chi Minh! Warrior mind – do it now in the moonlight! Do it now, do it now!
|
||||
6. |
Livet Glider
04:54
|
|||
I am bright, brightly astonished
In the split seconds, my eyes are opened to the sky And I can see a joy, can hear life’s blood
Death can be so beautiful at a distance
Life is gliding away
Free fall, without direction Life is gliding away
Free fall, without oppression
I’m yelling and shouting
While life continues to glide
Haha!
Hey, it goes fast and easy, like smeared shit, bro!
In this moment, my longing is only with me
I am a rare, delicate flower made of air, yes - made of nothing As a crying, unhappy child
In a mother’s comforting presence at a distance
Life is gliding away
Free fall, without direction Life is gliding away
Free fall, without oppression
I’m yelling and shouting While life continues to glide
You are the rose and beautiful metaphor of nothingness You were the hope I planted there in the winter’s cold soil Your life is comical, like laugher, with first aid
For a lost and dying soul at a distance
Life is gliding away
Free fall, without direction Life is gliding away
Free fall, without oppression
I’m yelling and shouting,
While life continues to glide
Haha!
Hey, it goes fast and easy, like smeared shit, bro!
|
||||
7. |
På Sorte Vinger
04:42
|
|||
What the hell are you on?
On black wings you’re flying up, you’re flying away
You want to see the world from above, while life takes a hit On black wings, you’re flying high, you’re flying far
You were gasping for air inside a crater, way too tight
Super volcanoes and earthquakes
The mind is trembling while you’re floating with the wind Towards distant countries, where the battle for happiness Is still being fought, and not swallowed like pills
You’re messing with those pills! What the hell are you on?
Turbulent streams and turbulent hopes
You almost stood up against the storm and the false shouts for life But you fell down, wings shot, with mental cramps
Yes, the world is a cheater filled with poker politics
Super volcanoes and earthquakes
The mind is trembling while you’re floating with the wind Towards distant countries, where the battle for happiness Is still being fought, and not swallowed like pills
You’re messing with those pills! What the hell are you on?
Your black wings went up in smoke and steam Maybe the happiness is neither in pills nor in battle
You’re messing with those pills! What the hell are you on? What the hell are you on, man?
Super volcanoes and earthquakes
The mind is trembling while you’re floating with the wind Towards distant countries, where the battle for happiness Is still being fought, and not swallowed like pills
You’re messing with those pills! What the hell are you on? What the hell are you on?
|
||||
8. |
Selskabspyromaner
03:57
|
|||
With other people’s chains and like a siren carousel
She’s dancing flowingly around in the crowd
With barbed wire, she is sewing herself a spring blouse
So lovely that the flowers are sitting on their stems and smiling
Party pyromaniacs Party pyromaniacs
He says to her “you are carrying the springtime so lightly” Without hesitating, he is turning the day inside-out
He is welding lips open with words that he has swallowed Serving blind hopes that are burning up in the night
Party pyromaniacs Party pyromaniacs
They are generously throwing flames on the extinct people They’re cutting with the sharp dagger of the flame
They’re setting fires, yes, they’re setting fires
They’re setting fires to the cold souls
|
||||
9. |
Dør Ind I Dig
03:23
|
|||
Wild eyes, door into you
You’re being fucked to rage
While hate accelerates
In belief of true justice
Without inhibitions, gaze into you
You’re being fucked to insanity
While the spark is shouting at
The hope of true love
Door into you, closes, but is kicked open
Door into you, shatters and everyone walks in without stopping
Wild eyes, door into you
You’re being fucked to rage
While hate accelerates
In belief of true justice
Inner world is broken inside you
You’re being fucked to abnormality
Psychopath sperm is closing in
You’re losing the bliss of hope
Door into you, closes, but is kicked open
Door into you, shatters and everyone walks in without stopping
Everyone walks in without stopping
|
||||
10. |
Nulstillet
03:41
|
|||
I was sick!
Oh, so sick!
I am resetting!
I am reborn (again)!
Yeah!
Voices all over the world
Fill me with gibberish
Getting a little confused and lazy Longing for a Master’s in psychology
I am just a draft of something Something, I later will become A fucking outcast!
But I’m resetting, resetting now
You spat the sun in my face
Blinded with your false beliefs
You’re stealing threads of light from people Cultivating your sleazy status quo
I am just a draft of something Something, I later will become A fucking outcast!
But I’m resetting, resetting now
I’m back, bulletproof and sharp as a knife Reset!
Reborn (again)!
Voices all over the world
Fill me with gibberish
Getting a little confused and lazy Longing for a Master’s in psychology
I am just a draft of something Something, I later will become A fucking outcast!
But I’m resetting, resetting now
Re-re-re-re-re-setting 3-2-1-0
|
||||
11. |
Trofæ
04:20
|
|||
Like when you get shot – Kapow!
Huntable fox
Hey – what a headshot! Huntable fox
Only there with us are you yourself
You take off the mask, we see the true you You are washing off the shit in the sink You took her money from her purse Because like you said:
“Only a fool is faithful to me And she is mine, yes, my trophy Yes, my trophy
My trophy”
Only there with us are you yourself
Always hunting after new meat and games of fate Was she gone just for a few days
You were fucking going to town to taste
New meat! (Like you said)
“Only a fool is faithful to me And she is mine, yes, my trophy Yes, my trophy
My trophy”
Only there with us are you yourself
Her eyes are glossy, looking tenderly your way In disbelief, we’re gazing at it, like fools
All while the king of hunting quietly shouts:
“Only a fool is faithful to me And she is mine, yes, my trophy Yes, my trophy
My trophy”
She is faithful, she is a fool Yes, she is my trophy
She’s a huntable fox, yeah! She’s a huntable fox, yeah!
My Trophy
|
||||
12. |
Sindets Kviksand
04:22
|
|||
False directions are pulling us
Jumping on the wagon and going crazy Traveling across the land
But getting stuck in the quicksand of the mind
Salt in the wound
The mind cut into nightmares
Black cuts, disguised in white
Dirt of the brain being washed more dirty
You’re opening a window; the light goes out Blowing on the sky and a sign from God
A world is open, life ajar
Senseless disbelief again and again
The speed comes with a price
Speeding by an earthly paradise
Swimming around in rough water
And being lightly strangled by the quicksand of the mind
Salt in the wound
The mind cut into nightmares
Black cuts, disguised in white
Dirt of the brain being washed more dirty
Down, Down, Down!
Insanity runs around and around
Scratches in the present, we can’t see anything
Insanity runs as fast as it can
And were sinking down, in the quicksand of the mind
Salt in the wound
The mind cut into nightmares
Black cuts, disguised in white
Dirt of the brain being washed more dirty
We’re sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, sinking down Down, down, down!
You go down All the way You go...
|
Skarnet Copenhagen, Denmark
Skarnet is a hard rock band out of the Greater Copenhagen area, Denmark. They combine elements of blues and rock, along with heavy, melodic grunge riffs and catchy, almost pop-like refrains. The text is all in Danish, which relates at heart to everyday life. The song lyrics are delivered in a poetic way, and the grooves can be upbeat, heavy, dark, or pure rock n’ roll. Check out their new album! ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Skarnet, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp