Why are you so conservative?. why have you got nothing to give?. you're so suspicious in every way. why have you got nothing to say?. . Who can you trust?.
[Incomprehensible]. . Congratulations you have won the right to anything you want. An astronaut, a TV host, an open hand, a smiling face. Another medal for your race, an open door.
When will I see you self-harming my friend?. When will I see you in intensive care again?. Desensitized I've seen all this before, don't want no more.
Slab of beer and a crooked smile. And a brain that's full of sand. Grown up 1/2 acre block with a dream. of starting a metal band. Dreams are dead. Wha' happened? Wha' happened?.
Twenty past four and we're feeling kind of bored. 'Cause there's nothing to record and we're poor. There's nothing on TV, how can that be?. Not even bullshit I don't want to see.
a combination of vowel sounds and consonants. giving the impression of rapidly sung lyrics. why save a life when it's wasted anyway. why save a life when I've wasted it away.
Lights out on the street tonight. Walking alone in the fading light. Vague sounds of a distant band. The desperate howls of a one night stand. Thin smile and clenching fist.
I came in through the front door. I know I heard the back door slam. Tell me who do you think you're foolin'?. You been messin' with another man. You're actin' very suspicious.
Lights out on the street tonight. Walking alone in the fading light. Vague sounds of a distant band. The desperate howls of a one night stand. Thin smile and clenching fist.
Together, we're Unstoppable!. . Unstoppable (by the Fresh Beat Band). . Unstop, Unstoppable! Unstop, Unstoppable!. . Sometimes the answers are hard to find.
Are you r-r-r-r-ready?. Move it, move it.. Uh-oh! Uh-oh!. Hey, here we go!. Uh-oh! Uh-oh!. Stand up, it's time to go. On your mark, get set, let's move.
Why Should I Worry. . Music: Freya / Rune Westberg. Lyrics: Freya. . No sweat I'm telling myself - things will be fine. Everything will even out and I'll be all right.
Sometimes after dinner I'm in the mood for something sweet. You probably don't understand so maybe I'll repeat. Sometimes after dinner I'm in the mood for something sweet.
Why Fake It?. . The first recording of this song was made in Mark's Recording Studio in Copenhagen in May or June 1999. Freya didn't like the result, so the band rerecorded it in Rummet during the CMT-sessions. At that time they had performed the song so intensely that they were sick and tired of it. That's why it was not included on Chasing My Tale. Below you'll find Freya's original lyrics, which she wrote down exclusively for this site. Copyright by Freya Christine Clausen, 1999. (Used with permission)..
Wasting Time. . Time just rushing by. I don't have a clue which day it is. I get carried away but strangely I don't mind. 'Cause the days I've spent have been with you.
Why can't I sleep, am I getting it wrong?. Stuck between the sheets, it can't have been that long.. Staring at the ceiling, counting off days,. Smoke a few seconds past and start it all again..
I know your whereabouts, unhappily. You know my weakness is my sympathy. The crust in your temperament, don't wash with me. I scrub at the base of it with Vaseline.
Got you on the wrong side of me. Went and had my mind made up so suddenly. And it's bein' hungry when you can't take the fall away. . Got you on the phone guiltin' me.
Lately we've been known, to wait until we're thrown anything. Still it seems, we know what we know, it's not a thing. If we don't stand out, straighten up.
I never met a wiseman. If so that was a woman. Let's do the wild thing. Let's do it bad. Searching for something. We never had. Supernatural feeling. Takes you to the other side.