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En Kan Umulig Dy Seg

Tre svenske folketoner arrangert og sunget av meg.
Med meg i orkesteret har jeg:

Kjersti Sofie Landsverk Holtan på tverrfløyte og pikkolo
Rune Skredderbakken på klarinett
Kristian Bøkseth på klarinett
Cecilie Grundt på sopransaxofon
Aksel Rønning på altsaxofon
Fredrik Olav Arntsen Haga på tenorsaxofon

Yngve Hasnes på basstrombone

Eirik Torjus Bakken på trommer

Anders Holmås som konsertmester på fiolin
Maria Kornelia Lund på fiolin
Mari Bøe på bratsj
Tiril Holand på cello
Andrias Vilhelm Poulsen på kontrabass

Hårgalåten

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wrote this one today. really honest. hope u like.

lyrics:
given the circumstances
i won't ask you to stay
given the circumstances
i would get it if you walked away

but all my life i've been looking for this
it seems fitting that
things go to hell now that i've found it

i don't think we're wasting time
but if you do i'm sorry
i can see a life with you
but if you can't i'm sorry
if 4 months means nothing
if none of it counts for something
then i'm sorry
if spending every night in your bed
has no meaning, then
what are we?
just a sorry excuse for love

lately the world is ending
so i won't ask for too much
lately the world is ending
and i find that i pretend to be okay with too much

but all my life i've been looking for this
real funny that
things go to hell now that i've found it

i don't think we're wasting time
but if you do i'm sorry
i can see a life with you
but if you can't i'm sorry
if 4 months means nothing
if none of it counts for something
then i'm sorry
if spending every night in your bed
has no meaning, then
what are we?
just a sorry excuse for love

...what are we? (voice memo)

by Izzy Neish and Lauren Ava-Thomas

Margaret Thatcher, the 1st female prime minister, the Iron Lady, is dead. She arrives at the pearly gates only to be greeted by raging feminist and first queen of England, Bloody Mary. Will it be a match made in heaven or will their first meeting see them slide to the fiery pits of hell?

FOLLOW OUR LYRICS:
Mary: Good afternoon Maggie
Maggie: Where am I?
Mary: Heaven of course. Splendid afternoon for you to come all this way.
Maggie: And who are you?
Mary: Mary Tudor.
Maggie: The first queen of England?!
Mary: Indeed, the original bad bitch. You’ve presented a bit of competition for me Thatch, oof!
Mary: I’ve been waiting for this chinwag
Now we celebrate your win, Mag!
Just like me you beat the men to no.1
The peasants think we’re witches
But we’re really just bad bitches
Now take a seat Maggie, can I offer you anything? Tea? Coffee? Queen Victoria sponge?
You monomaniacal, confrontational old hag.
You’re an arrogant individualist, you’re cantankerous dear Mag. Dysfunctional, deplorable, disloyal and so shady.
See Thatch is no wet lettuce, for she is the Iron Lady!
You’re a bad bitch Maggie and so am I
Sing it darling uh
BLOOD AND IRON
We rock the world with whips and chains
BLOOD AND IRON
There’s fire in our veins
Maggie: No no no no no no no no
Mary: Yes, no man in a suit tops a woman in a dress
Maggie: But the feminists they hate me, I’m full of codswallop
I don’t want to free my nipple, it would make me a trollop
Genderised affirmative actions is evil
Saying shit like that just causes great upheaval
I stand by everything I said
That’s why the feminists wanted me dead
Mary: I don't give a toss if they wanted you dead
And if I were you Mag, I'd have cut off their head
These women are weak and you are strong
You're a feminist, A FEMINIST, now sing my bloody song!
I believe you earned the accolade
To be a pioneer when you shut down trade unions
You took back power!
Three cheers for Mag, she made the peasants cower!
Isn't that so Maggie?
Maggie: I'm sorry to say it Mary darling, I'm just not a feminist
Mary: Right, there's only one thing for it, maestro, hit me with something... inspirational!
From me, the first queen of England, to you, the first female prime minister, I declare you, a fem-in-ist. 
Say it Maggie.
Maggie: No I refuse
Mary: SAAAYYYYY ITTTTTT
Maggie: ahh feminist!
Mary: Now didn't that feel good. Now say it like you believe it!
Maggie: ffffffeminist...feminist...
Mary: Say it again, say it again...
Maggie: I AM A FEMINIST
Together: BLOOD AND IRON 
WE ROCK THE WORLD WITH WHIPS AND CHAINS
BLOOD AND IRON
THERE'S FIRE IN OUR VEINS X3
BLOOD AND IRON!

Blood & Iron

Written and performed by- 
Lauren Ava-Thomas & Izzy Neish
......
Anne refuses to give her blessing for her younger sister's marriage proposal. To what lengths will Anne go, to achieve success only to the detriment of her sister's happiness.
......

LYRICS
Sisters from the same soil
Grown under Yorkshire skies

Sisters from the same soil
One bound with sin
And the other being how a woman should be

Sisters from the same soil
Silenced by her every move

Sisters from the same soil 
but I took the reigns and played the part of my father’s only son

Fucked off mother nature 
Wears her top hat with pride
Reads those books of science
She has the mind of a man

Endless coal pit business 
Runs rings round the rich men
The lady’s secret lover
I hear them in the night

She was born this way 
She shows no shame 
This girl knows how to play the game 
For she will know the taste of fame 
They’ll say her name 
They’ll say her name

 Anne Lister

I’m living in her shadow (She’s living in my shadow)
Born a second child
She’s living in my shadow (I’m living in her shadow)
I took the Lister name and will be held in high regard for years to come

I fucked off mother nature
I wear my top hat with pride
Study books of science 
I have the mind of a man 

Invested in my coal trade/living in her shadow
Leading in the business/living in her shadow
Married to my lady/ sisters from the same soil
The one that I love

She was born this way 
She shows no shame
This girl knows how to play the game
For she will know the taste of fame
They’ll say her name
They’ll say her name

Anne Lister
Anne
Anne
Anne Lister

Anne Lister & The Second Sister

Keen On Hygeine

In The Name Of Science

Shura

Hallo der!
Ragnhild her. Jeg lever for å fortelle historier, gjennom musikk, teater, skriving og skikksnakk. Musikken min kommer til gjennom opplevelser, observasjoner, samtaler og timer tilbrakt i selskap av gitaren, pianoet og en treg mac.

I 2020 slapp jeg en ny låt hver uke, de finner du her :)

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Ragnhild Risnes