Music is Never Gonna Make Me Rich

    Orð og lag: Sakaris Emil Joensen

    this is the first thing i could write
    been working on this song too many days, too many nights
    but i can’t find the hook line that’s gonna
    bring that beautiful cash to me

    “you need to study,” mama said
    “so you can be a dentist or a teacher like your dad”
    but i said, “mama, please shut up, now
    you know exactly what i’m gonna do”

    but music
    is never gonna make me rich
    it’s only gonna save my soul
    ‘cause no one wants to listen to this shit
    but i swear i’ll get it under control
    ‘cause i’m holding on

    maybe i’m good and doing fine
    but then again i might be stuck and wasting all my time
    everyday’s a roll of the dice to see if
    things are ever gonna go my way

    “you need to study,” papa said
    “so you can make the dough you need to
    feed your wife and kids”
    i said “papa, don’t wanna reason
    ‘cause all your reasoning is gonna bring me down”

    but music
    is never gonna make me rich
    it’s only gonna save my soul
    ‘cause no one wants to listen to this shit
    but i swear i’ll get it under control
    ‘cause i’m holding on

    Magical Bag of Fun

    Orð og lag: Sakaris Emil Joensen

    I speak the truth
    I’m here ‘cause I feel your blues
    I’ve got some wonderful stuff to show you
    I’ll have you standing on your feet
    I promise this will be quick

    You tell me you’re low
    and you really could use some sleep
    You’re at the foot of a hill too steep
    I’ll have you running up that hill
    without even breaking a sweat

    So believe me
    You know I’m only looking out for you
    I do it all ‘cause you are my closest friend
    I hope you’ll give me just a chance to get through
    And we will do fine

    There’s plenty where that came from
    I’ve got a magical bag of fun
    I’ll have you begging for more
    You’re screaming for more and
    The pleasure is always mine

    Now wasn’t that nice
    See, there is that lovely smile
    I haven’t seen in a while
    Well, did I make you feel good?
    You know how I always do

    So believe me
    You know I’m only looking out for you
    I do it all ‘cause you are my closest friend
    I hope you’ll give me just a chance to get through
    And we would do fine

    There’s plenty where that came from
    I’ve got a magical bag of fun
    I’ll have you begging for more
    You’re screaming for more and
    the pleasure is always mine

    So believe me
    You know I’m only looking out for you

    There’s plenty where that came from
    I’ve got a magical bag of fun
    I’ll have you begging for more
    You’re screaming for more and
    the pleasure is always mine

    Í tøkum tíma

    Orð og lag: Martin Joensen

    Tað var í tøkum tíma
    tað var í evstu løtu
    tú trein inn um mína gátt
    júst sum dagur varð til nátt

    Her stóð alt til at rapa
    takið um at ríva
    glaðustrok um griman fjørð
    kavarok um frystan svørð

    Eg var handan sýnina
    hugdi yvir froysandi hav
    eg fór upp á fjallatind
    leitaði, tú vart ikki har
    rópaði, eg fekk einki svar

    Nú makaði hann vindin
    nú hvíla pøstar hvirlur
    himnaloftið purpurreytt
    aldan legst við tryggan klett

    Sum tú vart leingi burtur
    so drúgt tað var at bíða
    tú trein inn um mína gátt
    júst sum dagur varð til nátt

    Tá milliónir tendra ljós

    Orð og lag: Heri Nolsøe

    Tá milliónir tendra ljós,
    renna tankar til eitt fjós,
    á himli hevur stjørnan bjørt,
    til fjósið vísmenn ført.

    Jólakvøld tá sita mong,
    minnast Kristus nýggja kong,
    kærleiksboð um land og hav,
    hann menniskjunum gav.

    Náttúran er ísakøld,
    hetta vakra jólakvøld,
    kavin fýkur um fjallatrom,
    bygdin liggur von.

    Til hirðarnar á markini,
    eingil boðar: “Hoyri meg,
    heimsins kongur føddur er,
    til tykkum frælsi ber”.

    Í hjørtunum vit siga takk,
    nú friðarvón til jarðar rakk,
    stjørnan bjørt á himli skein,
    foldin skær og rein.

    Náttúran er ísakøld,
    hetta vakra jólakvøld,
    kavin fýkur um fjallatrom,
    bygdin liggur von.

    Tá milliónir tendra ljós,
    renna tankar til eitt fjós,
    á himli hevur stjørnan bjørt,
    til fjósið vísmenn ført.

    Jólakvøld tá sita mong,
    minnast Kristus nýggja kong,
    kærleiksboð um land og hav,
    hann menniskjunum gav.

    Náttúran er ísakøld,
    hetta vakra jólakvøld,
    :/: kavin fýkur um fjallatrom,
    bygdin liggur von.:/: