Shawn James

Chopin Nocturnes Op.9 No.2 in E Flat Major

I Mine Kåte Ungdomsdagar (In my reckless youthful days).
A traditional Norwegian folk song, here sung and played by Marianne Lihannah accompanied by nyckelharpa.
This song has been made famous by the 2 groups, Tiriltunga and Trio Medieval.
The story in this song is 'modern' for it's time where it was written and quite unusual compared to many folk songs.
The young woman, who is narrating about her life, has come to the conclusion that it is better NOT to marry, but instead just lie in your lover's arms, now and then.

I Mine Kåte Ungdomsdagar

I Mine Kåte Ungdomsdagar | Marianne Lihannah | Voice & Nyckelharpa

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Ólafur Arnalds - Saman (Soft Piano)

The Conformist, Il Conformista (Bernardo Bertolucci, 1970)

QUARTETTO d'ARCHI - La vita è bella, N. Piovani

Verse 1]
Every word I try to say just hits the floor,
Like broken glass they don’t hear me anymore.
Their faces twist, like I’m some kind of freak,
Guess my voice ain’t the sound they seek.

[Pre-Chorus]
I open up but the static screams,
They roll their eyes, I fade between—
All the cracks in their perfect speech,
Where my truth can’t ever reach.

[Chorus]
I talk in a different tongue,
And no one wants to hear it sung.
They stare like I’m out of line,
Like my thoughts ain’t worth their time.
I choke on every word I spit,
They laugh and I swallow it.
I talk in a different tongue,
Guess I’m better left undone.

[Verse 2]
Every room feels colder when I’m near,
Like I’m the silence they all fear.
They don’t get what’s inside my head,
So I let my voice stay dead.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m tired of trying to translate pain,
They’ll never feel it all the same.
Their mouths move fast, I bite my tongue,
Just another song unsung.

[Chorus]
I talk in a different tongue,
And no one wants to hear it sung.
They stare like I’m out of line,
Like my thoughts ain’t worth their time.
I choke on every word I spit,
They laugh and I swallow it.
I talk in a different tongue,
Guess I’m better left undone.

[Bridge]
I’m not broken, I’m just wired wrong,
Built for noise, not their polite song.
I scream in colors they can’t see,
So they paint their world without me.

[Outro]
Every word still burns my throat,
Every truth I never wrote.
If I could speak and not be stung,
Maybe they’d hear my different tongue.

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