En liten historie - Lars Vaular

Kanskje du ikkje vet kem eg e

Eller kanskje du tror at du vet kem eg e

Uansett, eg ska fortelle en liten historie ifra byen min

Og den går sånn

Eg e en gutt fra Åsane, kall det Store Å'en

Postadresse 5088 Mjølkeråen

Kan’kkje glemme Salhus og kan’kkje glemme toppen

Der folka trimmet moppen når utviklingen stoppet

Der altfor mange ungdommer ble fanget i et mønster

Glømte sine drømmer og begravde sine ønsker

Eg dagdrømte dag og natt om å rocke mikken

Dro til by’n, ga livet mitt til klikken og musikken

Og det e gjengen som eg elsker, gjengen uten grenser

Sverger, mine brødre, eg har aldri følt sånn vennskap

Vi spilte uten publikum, vi gjord det for hverandre

For gjengen og for gatene som vi sammen vandret

Hver uke inn og uke inn, hver ukestart og ukeslutt

Eg gikk i gresset barbeint der slangene vil suge hud

Slikke no, snike rundt om beina mine hatefullt

Sa det til min bestevenn, han sa te meg eg prater tull

Kanskje hadde han rett, men i øyet hans va feighet

Som lyste imot meg så sterkt eg kunne ikkje greie

Å si det til han, for han visste sjøl han va en quisling

Og mine ord va bare gammelt nytt og stille hvisking

I øret hans mens han sklei bort og ble aldri den samme

Han virket som den samme, nesten samme gamle

Han virket uforandret, bare uten varmen

Kor lenge har du hatt den jævla sprøyten der i armen?

Gjengen som eg elsker, gjengen uten grenser

Sverget troskap te mitt brorskap, pisset på vårt vennskap

Men eg ska klare meg lett som filiokus

Ingen mørke krefter ska få flyttet på mitt fokus

For eg bærer historier eg ikkje klarer rappe om

Hvis eg prøver, brister stemmen min og bare detter om

I halsen min, ordene vil aldri bli det samme

Vil aldri bli så sterkt som det eg følte den der gangen

Vi telte våres hår og var glad vi overlevde

Narkomane psykopater referanser på min CV

Eg håper på at jenten min e aldri mere lei seg

Eg løfter hon, tar hånden honnes, sammen ska vi reise

Når eg endelig e dø har eg lenge nok vært svimmel

De kaller’kkje meg slaur når eg når min himmel

Eg håper på at jenten min e aldri mere lei seg

Eg løfter hon, tar hånden honnes, sammen ska vi reise

Kor vil du dra i dag?

Hon sa «Samma faen, bare vekk herifra»

Eg sa «Kor vil du dra i dag?»

Hon sa «Samma faen, bare vekk herifra»

Maybe you do not know when I come

Or maybe you think you know kem eg e

Anyway, I'm going to tell a little story from my city

And it goes like this

I'm a boy from Åsane, call it Store Å'en

Postal address 5088 Mjølkeråen

Can not forget Salhus and can not forget the top

Where the people trimmed the mop when the development stopped

Where too many young people were caught in a pattern

Forgot his dreams and buried his wishes

I daydreamed day and night about rocking the mic

Went to town, gave my life to the click and the music

And that's the gang I love, the gang without borders

Swear, my brothers, I have never felt such friendship

We played without the audience, we did it for each other

For the gang and for the streets we walked together

Every week in and week in, every week start and end of the week

I walked in the grass barefoot where the snakes will suck skin

Lick now, sneak around my legs hatefully

Said it to my best friend, he told me I'm talking nonsense

Maybe he was right, but in his eye there was cowardice

Who shone against me so strongly I could not cope

To say that to him, because he himself knew he was a quisling

And my words were just old new and quiet whispers

In his ear as he slipped away and never became the same

He seemed the same, almost the same old

He seemed unchanged, just without the heat

How long have you had that fucking syringe in your arm?

The gang I love, the gang without borders

Sworn allegiance to my brotherhood, pissed on our friendship

But I will manage easily as a filiokus

No dark forces should shift my focus

Because I carry stories I can not quickly rap about

If I try, my voice breaks and just goes on and on

In my throat, the words will never be the same

Will never be as strong as I felt it then

We counted our hair and were glad we survived

Drug addicts psychopaths references on my resume

I hope my girl never gets bored again

I lift her, take her hand, together we will travel

When I finally die, I've been dizzy long enough

They do not call me a slave when I reach my heaven

I hope my girl never gets bored again

I lift her, take her hand, together we will travel

Where do you want to go today?

She said "Same damn, just get out of here"

I said "Where do you want to go today?"

She said "Same damn, just get out of here"