Demo. Metal anno 1983.

Tractors! Burnt out, rusty, destroyed 
Your plow has a crack and your Benz is dead 
Bring ‘em to the garbage dump? No, wait:
Bring em to a guy named Arne instead

His soft spot: Mercedeses - red, white or blue, 
preferably long ones, but any will do
Yes, it is true, as I have told
For you it’s a wreck, for him it’s gold

Arne and his sons make a great team
regardless of the engine’s combustion or steam
Bring them a tractor of 3 or 4 tons
It’s fixed by tomorrow by Arne’s sons

Arne welds your troubles away


//
Arne-dad is a mechanical marvel
He’s “Mr. Fix-it”
Welds all your shit
Anxious or panical?
Call the mechanical
messiah! 
\\

Mechanical Messiah (demo)

Heavy rock and roll tune about two traditional dishes: silver and cabbage

//

On a sunny day, working with the crops
The heat, the pain, makes you wanna stop
But you can’t, you must go on
And there’s a dish that keeps you going on

Silver is the saviour of my soul 
To me silver is gold

I would kill for a bowl of silver
I would sin for a cabbage bowl
These are the dishes of my childhood
It’s nutrition for my soul

On a cold day in fall
Working with the harvest
Tired, sick of it all
longing for a rest

A cabbage bowl keeps my sprit up
I’m on a cabbage trip - will never stop

I would kill for a bowl of silver
I would sin for a cabbage bowl
These are the dishes of my childhood
It’s nutrition for my soul

\\

Silver (demo)

Based on true events. The people of Gausdal vs the authorities.

Rusty stuff Piling up in heaps
Ol’ John’s very own pension scheme 
Maybe a fortune, maybe worth a dime
But the authorities said it is time

//
To clean it up  
The harassment had begun!
“Time to resist!
Something must be done!”
//

All kinda people coming to defend
Ready to fight to the bitter end
Blocking the road with Deeres and Volvos
“Nothing gets past our 240s»

//Tensions are high
Will someone die?
In the upcoming battle
They’re Shaking like rattles 
//

There is mr Longwall who is heavily armed (with a flashlight!)
police must be cautious so (that) nobody’s harmed (in a fistfight!)
Youngsters standing guard like in a war
Blocking the entry for the police corps

The police retreat!
Didn’t expect to meet
The people - they won
Long live Ol’ John

So ended the harassment of Ol’ John

The Harassment of Ol’ John (demo)

Tribute to the king of Nazareth (a former Christian stronghold in Gausdal)

//

Nazareth, is this one crazy place
In the middle of the G valley
And, as I’m going to tell you,
That’s where the legend came to be

(A) former Christian stronghold, so to say
That’s how the place got its name
Later on, this dude stepped forward,
Rising to eternal fame

He was at large
And He took charge 
He feared nothing
He was the king
Of Nazareth

A funny dude, a talkative fella
Always with a funny joke
Sometimes sarcastic, but with great humor,
´bout the matters of which he spoke

Doing a great job as a clerk at the sawmill
spent his working career there
A stand-up guy, with a strong will
Without a single fear

He laughed, he spoke
He told a joke
Let’s all sing 
About the king
Of Nazareth

Long live the king 
Of Nazareth

\\

The King of Nazareth (demo)

Up in the mountains a wooden palais
scene for a hedonistic feast
Bringing out everyone’s internal beast 
Cacophony of bad songs and screams

Crazy ass “Cold Bone” guarding the door 
like he’s a Stasi from The Cold War 
all the locals are real maniacs
Bashing your head, your skull cracks

In the Land of the Vikings 

Glasses are thrown, dancing on tables 
Good, friendly violent orgy of Hades 
Fighting, dancing, afterski galore
Bones are breaking, blood on the floor

Police arriving, killed instantly
Snow painted red in this insanity
Loaded with vodka, pills and some smack
Tomorrow afternoon we’re going back

To the Land of the Vikings

Vikings (demo)

Metal anno 1984. Twin guitars. 
Song about a famous bridge in Gausdal: Børkhågåbrua.

//

met this girl who said she had defected
She had fled the west some time ago 
The east, however, had become a disappointment 
Her longings for home had begun to grow
 
She said: I wanna go back to the place of my 
youth
A beautiful place where birches grow
located on the Es valley route
I want you to come with me, my love 

Come with me over the ridge
and I will give you salvation
And you can give me a kiss … on the Birch garden bridge

I was sceptical to moving there,
I’d heard rumours of gangs and crimes 
Like the Roadstone institution…
She answered: That’s all lies....

We’ll live happily there 
The thugs are gone, it’s paradise
we’ll be free
We’ll have romantic dinners at BP

If you come with me back to my folks 
I promise I’ll give you redemption 
If you give me a kiss … on the Birch garden bridge

Unsung: (The bridge’s such a mythical place
A well kept secret among the locals
A little taste of heaven and of paradise
But be aware, it may lead to your demise)

Ended up moving, took a social turn
Bought a cheap house - got money to burn
In the weekends, Lake Fox’s the place to go
Or the famous parties at The Clocker’s how 

Feeling well, eating cabbage - a gourmet course
Thinking happy thoughts as I’m gently licking 
a flour horse

Cause I came with her over the ridge
and I got salvation
And I gave her a kiss … on the Birch garden bridge
\\

A Kiss… On The Birch Garden Bridge (Børkhågåbrua) (demo)

Song about Åndsreppen.

A long time ago 
In The Myra district
A secretive society
A circle of mystics, 
Hookduck, Wasthrown, 
Spar-Ols-one
intellectual bouquet 
Emerged from above

//The author pens tales of sorrow and dread
The painter's brush brings life to the dead
The composer's notes cast spells on the soul
 they unleash a power uncontrolled\\

Creative, sorrowful universe
Intellectual cosmic feast
Great holy triangle
Feasting on each other’s intellectual flesh
A holy triangle 
in the land of Canaan 

//
The author's tales twisted reality
The painter's works haunted eternally
The composer's music was sedative vape 
From their circle, there was no escape\\

Long gone are the mystics of the Myra circle 
Only their legacy lives on
Now their land is destroyed 
Nothing is left but intellectual void

//The wicked mystics of the Myra circle
A highlight in the Valley’s history
Their works - a great gift to man
In the land of Canaan\\

Wicked Mystics of the Myra Circle (Extended demo version)

Wicked Mystics of the Myra Circle (demo)

Back in the 90s, an ambitious idea
start a competing dairy 
to the old monopolist
Hit it hard with a capitalist fist

farmers joining, promised gold
But unfortunately they were not told 
That this was a war declaration
The initiation of abomination

You don’t stab your family in the back

Milk in, blood out!
We’re standing firm and proud 
Like gangs in LA
a bloody heresy
Milk in, blood out!

A war like back in the 80’s
Friend against former friend
Gangs were raiding dairy transports
Tragic slaughter without an end 

8 cents more per gallon - 
sure that’s tempting

A family liquidated for choosing Q
Better watch your back, next time it could be you

Milk in blood out!
We’re standing firm and proud 
a war like in medellin
Our product so pristine
Milk in, blood out
We’re standing firm and proud 
We’re shouting it out loud:
Milk in, blood out!

Choose wrong and You may die
End up with an oygardiom neck tie:
A scrotum through your throat,
Or concrete shoes
at the bottom of Gausa, singing the blues 

You don’t leave the family
Don’t get out that easily

Milk is apparently ticker than blood

Milk in, blood out!
We’re standing firm and proud 

We’re shouting it out loud:
Milk in, blood out!

Milk Wars… the Payments Due (demo)

In an RV at Lake Fox
Babies being made
People lying flat
With silver in their veins 

RV at Lake Fox

Lying in a haze
Hours become days 
Together with my friend
Of the svasting race

RV at Lake Fox

Enjoying a Barbera
At the valley’s riviera 
Red Mix fills the lung
Breathing my swan song

RV at Lake Fox

RV at Lake Fox (demo)

Mechanical Messiah (alt. demo)

Classic metal tune. About a clairvoyant dude called Vis-Knut (Wise-Knöt) and his prophecy of the silver ore in the mountain Kyrakampen

The Prophecy of Wiseknöt (demo)

Folk song with a heavy twist. Excerpt. Tribute to the great accordionist Helge Hysjulien from Gausdal. The songs serves as an intro to "The prophecy of Wiseknöt"

At Erlandhusom (Helge Hysjulien cover) (demo) (excerpt)

Featherdumb school, 1992
They’re scanning the scene and looking for you
To baptise you - but not for faith
In the basement destiny awaits

Baptism 
in the urinal
Just a
Idle threat?
Get ready 
for a fate
that is 
worse than death!

have no doubt that things will get messy
When dragged down below by Jon E or Jesse
Burned with a lighter, feels like you melt
Next they will whip your back with a belt

Baptism (demo)

Old school metal song about a conflict in Gausdal

Milk Wars…The Payments Due (alt. demo)

Metal anno 1983/84
Stories from Gausdal
Glamsgreier

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