Músagildran

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released June 20, 2014

Art layout by Finnbogi Örn

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Grímur Gunnarsson at Stúdíó Sýrland

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Track Name: Músagildran
Lífið er refsing, ég get ekki andað, kjaftæðið er allt of mikið fyrir mig
Ég er stór svarthola sem að sýgur í sig all ruslið sem þú gefur frá þér
Bíum, bíum bambaló
Músin fór í gildruna og dó
Gamla nornin sat þarna og hló
Ævintýrið búið, sofið rótt.
Track Name: Prog
Þetta lag er ekki mjög langt.
Track Name: Nails on Chalkboard
Up all night, I've been awake
Try to look sick, mom knows it's fake
I do this all to avoid her
No, I can't stand to face my teacher

She calls herself a friend of mine
A heart of gold, a heart of slime
She says that she'll always be mine
Detention for the billionth time

I gasp for air, but I get none
Just have to wait until she's done
Every day and all day
Mom wonders why I'm always late

I'll never tell my friends or my family
They wouldn't help me, they'd never understand
Cause every word she says to me feels poisoned and rancid
Every moan that she makes is starting to sound like nails on chalkboard
Track Name: #fjólusaft
Snýst allt um að fullkomna sig á hverjum einasta degi
Snýst um að vera betri en annað fólk
Ef þú ert ekki með fullkomið hár, fullkominn líkama og engin tár
geturu allt eins bara dáið

Ældu burt öllum aukakílóunum
sem að senda vini þína á brott
Lærdómur má bíða, ég bara verð að fara út á djammið
Ég ætla að brenna út fyrir tvítugt

Ég verð að vera eins og fólkið í sjónvarpinu
Það er allt svo fallegt og heilsusamlegt
Slúðursögurnar verða betri með hverjum einasta deginum
Lygasögurnar eru fyndnastar

Alltaf fyndið þegar það gerist við einhvern annann
bjóst aldrei við að það mundi gerast við mig
Allir horfa á mig eins og ég sé frá annari plánetu
Vinir mínir hlæjandi að mér
Track Name: This Band Sucks
This band sucks.
The crowd knows it.
The doorman is gonna kick them out.
They got tats.
Look pretty hardcore.
Yet they only seem to sing about their ex girlfriends.

So what's the use?
Oh, what's the use?

They got merch.
T-shirts and Records.
And they keep milking their facebook site in between songs.
Their lead singer.
Sounds like a dying cat.
Don't get me started on the guitarist.

This band sucks.
Track Name: 30 Krónur
Ég vakna þunnur eftir hellað djamm
Man ekki neitt, í minn haus er þramm
Ókunnug stúlka við hliðina á mér
Meira djamm í kvöld er planið hjá mér

Gærkvöldið var yndislegt, þó að það var subbulegt
í kvöld drekk ég ýmislegt, í kvöld

Ég ætla að fokking detta í það í kvöld
Þegar ég fer í bæinn
Ég fæ mér að ríða, þegar ég fer í bæinn

Mættur í party, fuck yeah
Prúð stúlka er það sem ég sé
Tjái mig um hvað rassinn er flottur
Kaupi pizzu á 30 krónur

Gærkvöldið var yndislegt, þó að það var subbulegt
í kvöld drekk ég ýmislegt, í kvöld

Ég ætla að fokking detta í það í kvöld
Þegar ég fer í bæinn
Ég fæ mér að ríða, þegar ég fer í bæinn
Track Name: Downtrodden, Lonesome, Bohemian, Lo-fi, Teenage, Existentialist, Blues
There are girls chatting in the back
boys in the front who do nothing but slack
and I'm stuck here in the middle
writing songs that no one should ever hear
All I can think about is the past
and how the money from the job won't last
All hope gone down the drain
Lost all sense of direction and aim

And I want you, but I won't get you
If you want me, why don't you say so?
And I want you, now it's all over
and I just want to see your face again

It's same old doom and gloom
We talk as smoke fills up the room
Dreams are splattered on the walls
in all the colors of disappointment
I pick the paint chips off my wall
watch as my standards fall
I'm in love with my own apathy
so take it from me
Track Name: Hollow Billy
Honored to be your enemy
Disgusted to know who you are
The lights are on, but no one's home
Did you go too far?
Never sprung out of your cocoon,
just lying on a hospital bed
A shame to every one you know
You're better off dead

I've despised you for a thousand years
I know and love all your fears
Heartless, mindless, hollow, hooked up to a machine
Nothing makes me happier than to see you here

No responsibility,
it was too much to take
It almost makes me sick,
all the suffering you fake
Never a tear, never a smile,
your words, meaningless and cold
No remorse, no empathy,
not a feeling to behold

You were never anything.
Track Name: Helvíti
Ég var týndur í vélinni sem þeir kalla borgina
þegar í minni örvæntingu ég sökk oní jörðina.
Þar vaknaði ég í gleymdum dal.
Á krossgötum helvítis og himna ég var.
Ég hitti stúlku í slitnum fötum
og ég hafði við hana tal.

Hún sagði "Útvarpið drepur, það hefur drepið mig.
Það er eitur í loftbylgjunum, næst getur það tekið þig.
Ég var eitt sinn stelpa sem þú hefðir getað hitt,
núna skríða ormar í gegnum holdið mitt.
Hlauptu í burtu drengur, áður en þau taka þig."

Maður í jakkafötum gekk upp að mér.
Hann sagði "Vertu velkominn, við höfum biðið eftir þér."
Hann spurði "Finnur þú nokkuð þennann keim?
Þennann keim af eldi og brennistein?
En sleppum forsatriðinum, og vertu svo velkominn heim."
Track Name: Who Killed Kenny?
Before you ask me anything, I'm not responsible for this
I ignored the problem every day and now I'm out of this mist
but I woke up this morning and I can't believe what I saw
This town is on fire, and rescue is too far

Friday night, lights on in my room
The clock is ticking down to my doom
Saturday is too far away
Why do I do this to myself?

What should I do if I don't wanna do anything?
what should I want if I already have everything?
Why should I care if there's no one to care about me?
Sorry, but I don't give a shit about you.

Last time we met you looked like the rumors were breaking down your back
You spoke with such confidence, and yet I knew that you would crack
I still think about you and all the thing you used to say
They don't sting me quite as much as they did back in the day
Track Name: Sexy Death Soda
Out in the desert, middle of June
I see an automobile coming over the dune
I feel a great pressure on my bones
I feel like the devil, and I'm all alone
Getting closer and closer, but not close enough
getting hotter and hotter, it's getting rough
My vision distorted, a mouth full of sand
My body is broken, yours is in my hands

And I know that you'll be fine, cause you're a friend of mine
Yeah, I know that you'll be fine
Yeah, I know you'll be OK, been dead since yesterday
Yeah, I know you'll be OK

A beautiful smile on a beautiful face,
A horrible crash, now it's a pitiful disgrace
but it fits perfectly on my throne
Throw it all away, everything must go
You scream and squirm in that chair
It's in your skull and its no fair
I feel a great pressure on my bones
I feel like an angel so leave me alone

And I know....

And everything turns to rust
and everything gets lost in the dust
I've opened myself up, I'm bleeding out my trust
but I'm not evil, I am just.

SO SHUT IT OFF.