Lyrics - KUKL "Holidays in Europe

KUKL "Holidays in Europe"

Thanks a lot to Mikka for all your corrections!

1. Psalm 323 (3:47)

watch…how he docks and wings away from satellites see

stretches…

cold hands out

spreading out

growing, growing longer

like fingertips touching the glittering sky

and the toes are in the math

toes are in the math

himself (vinsælt)

every stab

every stand

everyone

he is gone

I am gone

everyone is gone

listen to connection above the sky

and connected down under

himself

every stab

every field

every farm

he is gone

I am gone

everyone is…

everyone is gone

2. A mutual thrill (4:15)

iggðu mig niður tekur sína þrá hug sín mikið átt ó þín æva sigjan dö, þau sakna þín sigjan dö, þau sakna þín ó sjá liggðu mig niður ó að ég tek sínum grá (kjöt) hug sín mikið átt ó þín æva sigjan dö, þau sakna þín sigjan dö, og þau, og sigjan dö, og þau sigjan …

3. Copy thy neighbour (4:53)

E>i deflower

i notice the sun

but it come from my way of walking

something concerning

more than leaves

and how he strokes

his hands tired

over the eyes

when he thinks…he imitates

I'm watching through the corner of my eyes

I'm seen having my opinions

even fight for them, so I can fight him

"come on, you can just swim up to me

I'll show you the flowers"

but he follows… he imitates

E>I deflower

all the flowers and all for… all for

E>I deflower

except for the constant following

I get rid of

he… he's elipsing on my energy

"let go of me!

You can just swim by yourself

you can find your own flowers!"

E>I deflower

he imitates and all for…and all for…

for these fucking lives to follow

deflower

you can see it

it's so obvious

you must be someone else

you must be someone other than my own

you must have other needs…

our opinions

E>I deflower

he follows, he imitates

and all for…

all for

E>I deflower

deflower

4. Just by the book (6:56)

E>the man on the cross

E>he stares at me

E>he's on the cross, because of…

E>our sins, our sins, my sins

E>I've got nothing to do with it

E>he keeps… he keeps… he keeps in his mind

E>the man on the cross

E>he keeps staring at me

E>what kind of eyes, what kind of eyes

E>the man on the cross

E>he keeps… he keeps… STOP!

Sem allt hér hillindi hér

I'm quite happy see, I'm quite happy

I feel fulfilled

I know what I want, see

I've got this certain direction, see

I just do as he tells me

I ain't scared I believe, I believe

I'll do anything just ask, I believe

E>I'm on the cross

E>staring at our souls

E>we are the cross

E>because of all these crazy, crazy, crazy sins

E>that great us

E>oh greed, we hang there

E>we just hang there

E>so long, baby

E>don't you see

E>we're hanging on the cross

E>we are … we are … on the cross

oh, I'm in this relationship now, oh see,

we intend, we work together

I do the dirty work for him

one and one, speech your souls quite good,

you see he's too busy he's too busy,

he's hanging on the cross all the time see,

I believe, I believe and I'm willing to

I'm willing to convince everyone

I believe come on follow us

it's quite good you don't have to think,

he think for you oh,

I believe

E>we are on the cross together

E>and our sins

E>we are on the cross because of them

I believe

5. Zro (4:48)

Définition qui bien que formulé en terme généraux nous semble visé d'abords d'une manière très particulière et donc toute prophétique l'oeuvre d'Arthur Rimbaud. La poésir est le réel absolue

just a scene have left me behind

with broken fingers

to show me

the z(e)ro is mine

happy girl

in the beginning

building a spire

all around me

they fight

and tired

dance as star

ohh

obvious

il est retrouvé…quoi

il y a habité

6. Latent (4:37)

he invites me

oh, he invites me inside…

inside his room

offers…

I take the offer

offers me a seat on his sofa

it's a nice sofa

a beautiful sofa

I like the colour and I sit down

well, he shuts

he's shutting the door

shuts the door

locks it

he's locking it and I don't sit any longer

I don't sit any longer on his sofa

I lay…

I lay and he!

He's laying on the top of me

and he's forcing himself into my body it's no fun!

I don't understand this rhythm

I can't connect myself to it

I don't understand this rhythm

stop, stop

E>the threat of distraction, let's go slow so fear, push us over the cliff, and don't look away, 'cause the threat of castration is too much for sick little minds, the threat of castration. Let's them who fear, cold the willies inside the trousers, and they see her, christ and god, aren't fucking that day, weren't caught with their trousers down. Their fear leaves them sexless, a glance, I did not know that, the monster, of the fear of castration, push us over the cliff, the scare, the glance

I am enjoying it, can I fulfil your needs?

E>the monster, they've got something, it disappears

who am I sobbing?

I'm digging you!

E>the threat of castration, let's go slow so fear, push us over the cliff, and don't look away, the blood

you can sell your bloody soul

E>the fear of castration

oh you're selling who are you selling?

You can sell your bloody soul

I'm digging!

I'm trying to break you!

I'm trying!

I'm trying to hard

7. Vials of wrath (4:27)

helviti andskotins… you're fighting

E>you're so right

oh, you're fighting

E>… so precise, you're so well

taking care of your independence

E>the others are just stupid

by fighting

E>moron. Criticise the others for watching tv..

fight

E>for working

fight

E>you're pushing them too far

you just long for unhealed wounds that you can strike your poisoned teeth into

E>stop… stop..

you're biting

E>you're so right

oh, you're biting

E>… so precise

taking care of your independence

E>the others are just stupid

…by biting…

E>you know I don't

…by fighting…

everything just falls to…

E>the others are just stupid, ignorant bastards

you just fight you just long for unhealed wounds

E>critise the others for watching tv

you just long for unhealed wounds

E>for working 9 to 5

that you can strike your poisoned teeth into

E>you're wrong kind, you're wrong people

ask you nice, please but you can take with you independence

E>you're so right

E>your mind, is like venom

E>your mind is like venom

just fighting

everything has come to close

E>what would you like to do, huh?

E>eating in a silly restaurant

you can't continue

E>oh, you're so free ..no..

E>you're so right, so precise

..just fight..

E>you are

E>your mind is like venom

E>I'm just a good trumpet player

fighting your way through

you could ask to do others

anything that could respite yo just fighting… fighting

E>all the others are just stupid, ignorant bastards

E>you're free, aren't ya?

…just fighting

E>right you are, bastards, you're free aren't ya?

E>you're so right, so precise

…fighting..

E>you're so right

do you alone

E>I just play the trumpet

independence

E>so conscious, so right

…fighting…

E>so precise

E>you are

E>and me, I'm just a good trumpet-player

8. The night (2:54)

fish in water

heading out

skin, purple skin

even

sand, heart, cry bluish

soothing water

sand, breed, sand

others fish

but water

blue water paints truth with passive peace