Leah - Lars Vaular, Verk, Bjørn Eidsvåg

Eg har hørt at det bor en dame på den andre siden av Puddefjordsbroen

Og folka som bor her, de sier at hon e en heks

Rett over broen der hon bor

Ikkje klokt at vi tror noen ting som helst, hon e’kkje god

Du gjorde masse rart, stilt frem I et lys, du ga fra deg ditt syn I henne

Hon har makten I fingre og I sengen

Du blir tatt av en storm, ingen forestilling

Og hon stiller ingen krav, du kan gi hon et svar

Men hon ser på deg med en åpen grav

Han e ikkje lengre den samme

Og han sank så dypt I henne

Og han husker ikkje tid dette skjedde

Og han lever ikkje blant oss lengre

Midt I verdens fineste py

Eg e midt I verdens fineste py

Alt e bare bruddstykker midt I verdens fineste py

Eg e midt I verdens fineste py

(Men langt inni hjertet, dypt I hans øyne

En stemme kjempet for livet

Og han vet kanskje han sjøl sin skjebne

Og det skjer så langsomt I dypet)

Du e’kkje god for meg

Eg har så vondt av deg

Du tok mitt liv fra meg

Har’kkje noen ting å fare med

Eg så meg sjøl I deg

Du ga meg varig preg

Eg mista fjes for deg, men kommer til å dø for deg

Midt I verdens fineste py

Bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Alt e bare bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Alt e bare bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Bruddstykker

Midt I verdens fineste py

Alt e bare bruddstykker

Han snakket I bruddstykker, oppstykket fragmentert

Argumenterte med og mot seg, farget med

Inntrykk trykt inn I ansiktet

Til og med en skjelven hånd kan sikte

Men treffer sjeldent de trangsynte

Han sa hon kunne magi som kunne ta liv

Men under overflaten ligger grunnen så myk

Som mulder under beina, hon e et ludder, men hon tegner

Vidunderlige, underlige bilder når hon steiner

Sammen over han og hon var alltid over han

Han kommer aldri over hon

Så då lover han alle mulige umuligheter, men då sover hon

Til han vil at hon skal drepe han, så han kan sove sånn

Bruddstykker

Alt e bare bruddstykker

Det finnes mange skjebner

Men det finnes bare ett liv

Øivind Riple

Du skinner for livet

Livet mitt dreier seg rundt kun en akse

Det e deg, det e du, det e du, det e deg

Og hvis du hadde tilhørt en aen galakse, så hadde eg fonne deg

Bonne deg, invadert deg og vonne deg

Eg e I et heilt aent univers

Begeistra og betatt

Eg har satt ny pers

Eg e hinsides besatt

Et blikk fra deg visner, blir borte

Hadde du bedt meg dra til Helvete, hadde eg gjort det

Dette e’kkje kjærlighet, det er en besettelse

Men eg styrer rett mot egen henrettelse

I have heard that a lady lives on the other side of the Puddefjord bridge

And the people who live here, they say she's a witch

Right across the bridge where she lives

It's not wise to believe anything, she's not good

You did a lot of strange things, presented in a light, you gave away your vision in her

She has power in her fingers and in bed

You are taken by a storm, no performance

And she makes no demands, you can give her an answer

But she looks at you with an open grave

He is no longer the same

And he sank so deep into her

And he does not remember the time this happened

And he no longer lives among us

In the middle of the world's finest py

I'm in the middle of the world's finest py

Everything is just fragments in the middle of the world's finest py

I'm in the middle of the world's finest py

(But deep in his heart, deep in his eyes

A voice fought for life

And he may know his own destiny

And it happens so slowly In the depths)

You're not good for me

I'm so sorry for you

You took my life from me

Do not have anything to go with

I saw myself in you

You gave me a lasting impression

I'll lose face for you, but will die for you

In the middle of the world's finest py

Fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Everything is just fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Everything is just fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Fragments

In the middle of the world's finest py

Everything is just fragments

He spoke in fragments, the fragment fragmented

Argued with and against him, colored with

Impression printed on the face

Even a shaking hand can aim

But rarely meet the narrow-minded

He said she knew magic that could take life

But beneath the surface the ground is so soft

Like a mule under her legs, she's a slut, but she draws

Wonderful, weird pictures when she rocks

Together over him and she was always over him

He never gets over her

So then he promises all sorts of impossibilities, but then she sleeps

Until he wants her to kill him so he can sleep like that

Fragments

Everything is just fragments

There are many fates

But there is only one life

Øivind Riple

You shine for life

My life revolves around only one axis

It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you

And if you had belonged to a single galaxy, I would have found you

Pray, invade and pamper you

I have a whole universe

Enthusiastic and captivated

I have put a new pers

I'm beyond obsessed

A glance from you withers, disappears

Had you asked me to go to Hell, I would have done it

This is not love, it's an obsession

But I steer straight towards my own execution