Written, composed and performed by Rasmus Rønnike (and BIAB) 2013

It wont be easy
but it shouldn't be too hard
'cause you've been handed
a decent deck of cards
and you will be allright
you will be allright

It wont be easy
but you should be okay
You've got some good folks
to show you the way
and you will be allright
I know you're gonna be allright

I sure can't tell you
what you shouldn't and should
but I'll tell you this:
Living aint easy
but life is good, oh so good
And you're gonna be allright
You're gonna be allright
You're gonna be allright

Alberts Song (Living aint easy but Life is Good)

Written, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike, 2009

Tekst:

Jeg så i dag en hund der så en pind
flyve gennem luften
styret af et kast - og lidt af vind
så enkelt gennem luften

Den hund den så den pind og fór afsted
uden andre tanker
spænende, som var en sølle pind
et livsnødvendigt anker

Den pind var blot en pind som pinde er
af træ og med lidt bark på
måske den hund ku' se en masse mer'
lidt lykke med en hank på

Med brus i blodet, vilje i sit blik
løber hund begejstret
jeg tror den har en ting jeg aldrig fik

Den pind var blot en helt almind'lig pind
kastet af en pige
på toogtyve år og med et sind
af de almindelige

En pind så triviel og ordinær
ku' hunden ivrigt jage
som var den nærmest det - og mere - værd
jeg søger alle dage

Med gnist i øjet og med vind i hår
løber hund begejstret
jeg ønsker sådan jeg en dag forstår

Jeg så i dag en hund der så en pind [remastered 2013]

Tekst, musik, fremførelse og produktion: Rasmus Rønnike, 2009.

Lyrik:

For tiden der tørrer farverne ud
og tonerne nægter at løbe om kap.
Guitaren vejer lidt mer' end den sku'
og trommen er hul og lyder som pap.

For tiden er vand lig' så vådt som kanel
og kniven så stærk at den smuldrer i mel
og det forventes jo at jeg agerer normalt
men here is the thing, sådan kort fortalt:

Hvis der er noget du vil sige
og hvis det partout skal være i dag
så sig noget pænt, sig noget pænt,
sig noget pænt eller fuck af.

Og tandpasta smager som blod i min mund
og min shampoo er drøj, og dufter af død.
Jeg kan mærke det ulme lige under min hud.
Et lag pulserende puds, der siver ud fra mit kød.

Jeg regner med ører og tæer falder af
nu her om lidt eller en af de nærmeste dage.
Og det forventes jo at jeg agerer normalt
men here is the thing, sådan ærligt talt:

Hvis der er noget du vil sige,
og hvis de partout skal være i dag,
så sig noget pænt, sig noget pænt,
sig noget pænt eller fuck af!

Sig noget pænt, sig noget pænt
sig noget pænt, eller bar' nog't vel ment!
Sig noget pænt, sig noget pænt,
sig noget pænt eller fuck af!


Sig noget pænt eller fuck af [remastered 2015]

Tekst: 

Du vil gerne vise dine varer
og du vil gerne vise hvad du har.
Og du ka' tro jeg som udgangspunkt sympatiserer,
men der kommer et punkt hvor mere ikke vil ha' mere

Så træk lidt op i din top
så vi kan se at din krop
er for dem der har fortjent
at nyde noget pænt

Få nu ro på den røv,
vis lidt finesse.
Gi' mig lidt mindre ho
og lidt mere prinsesse.

For mit hoved og min pik
vil sku' ha' lidt æstetik.
Simpel røvgymnastik
tænder mig egentlig ik'.

Du vil gerne fange vores blik
Og ha' en reaktion fra vores pik
Og du kan tro jeg som udgangspunkt sympatiserer,
Men du har nået et punkt hvor mere ikke vil ha' mere

Så fjern lidt sminke fra dit fjæs
Så vi kan se at dit blæs
Er for dem som har fortjent
at ha' de rigtig pænt.

Få nu ro på den røv,
vis du er dyr.
Gi' os lidt mindre porno
og lidt mere haute couture.

For mit hoved og min pik
vil sku' ha' lidt æstetik.
Simpel røvgymnastik
tænder mig egentlig ik'

Mit hoved og min pik
vil fa'me ha' lidt æstetik.
og din røvgymnastik
fænger sku' egentlig ik'.

Den der form for dekadance,
blottet helt for elegance,
den gi'r dig ingen chance 
hos mig.

For mit hoved og min pik
vil sku' ha' lidt æstetik.
Simpel røvgymnastik
tænder mig egentlig ik'.
Næh.

[Tekst, musik, fremførelse og produktion: Rasmus Rønnike, 2008]

Få nu ro på den røv! [2008]

Tekst:

I frostvejr, fjasløs og fattig
Ku' mit bid allerhøjst gi' et smil
hun var én man ku' finde en skat i
men som selv bider til når hun vil

I frostvejr, fjasløs og fattig
har jeg det nu ikke så slemt
for det mood jeg fik tilbragt en nat i
var et mood som jeg nær havde glemt

Hun var vist forkert,
men hun leved' præcis den som hun var.
Så klart, så stærkt,
havde hun det som de færreste har.
Prinsesse med et rovdyrs glød.
På jagt efter sukker og det rødeste kød.
Hun var løve, og det var et held,
for smagen af hende minded' mig om,
at det er jeg også selv.

I frostvejr, fjasløs og fattig
blev jeg tygget på og spyttet ud 
en lidt trist situation at bli' sat i 
men jeg mærked' mit blod i min hud

Så i frostvejr, fjasløs og fattig
har jeg det slet ikke så slemt
for det mood som hun gav mig en nat i
var et mood som jeg nær havde glemt

Hun var vist forkert
men hun leved' præcis den som hun var
Så klart, så stærkt
havde hun det som de færreste har
prinsesse med et rovdyrs glød
på jagt efter sukker og det rødeste kød
Hun var løve og det var et held
for smagen af hende minded' mig om
at det er jeg også selv

I frostvejr, fjasløs og fattig
gik det op for mig jeg var blevet bidt
af en løvinde man ik' ka' få fat 
når man brøler lidt for blidt

© Rasmus Rønnike, 2009-2018.

Hun var løve (I frostvejr, fjas-løs og fattig)

Lyrics:

Man, you should have learned this lesson a million years ago 
Man, you’ve been around for ages, how could you not know?
What blinded you? Her weakness or the way it made you strong? 
How could it feel so real, when you knew that it was wrong?

You’re a good man and you’ve shown it
The evening’s ending and you're standing at the mole
You’re a good man and you damn well know it.
Don't ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul.

Man, she fell in love, but she had nowhere else to be.
Man, she wasn’t her, you should have known, you should have seen.
What blinded you? Her beauty or the way it made you glow? 
Man, you should have learned this lesson a million years ago.

Man, she only craved you to escape her troubled mind
Man, you were around, you were a man, and you were kind
What blinded you? You knew by then, she was adrift in sorrow,
and yet you dived right into her, like there was no tomorrow!

You’re a good man who’s just blown it
The evening’s ending and you're standing at the mole
You’re a good man and you damn well know it.
Don't ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul.

Man, she didn’t mean no harm, send her on with love and kindness
Man, she didn’t do you wrong, no wickedness designed this
She blinded you, but she was blinded, following her heart
And in the end it told her that you had to be apart.

You’re a good man and you’ve shown it
The evening’s ending and you're standing at the mole
You’re a good man and you damn well know it.
Don't ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul.

Man, it’s always painful when a sweet illusion cracks
But man, you took the gamble, now you’ve had to pay the tax
She blinded you with fragile eyes that no man could decline.
But man, you are a man and now you’ve got to draw the line!

You’re a strong man. Overthrow this.
It is night, the fog has made it off the mole
You're a strong man and you damn well know this:
Don’t ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul.
Don’t ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul.

Written, composed, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike
© 2018

Don't ever drown yourself in a wounded womans soul

Lyrics:

You're finding poetry in everything she says
Even in common phrases, said in common ways.
Those little words that we just use to make some sense
From her lips they're so intense

That big bang-feeling as she lights her cigarette
It's just at lighter but it turns the whole world red
Those little things we're doing just because we do
When she does, it's magic to you

'Cause you're in love
You're in love
And there's nothing to do
but to pull it through
and be in love
You're in love
it happened by chance
and now it's out of your hands
so be in love

The wave of hair as she turns her pretty face
you're almost drowning, you're becoming so amazed
We turn our heads sometimes, just because we do
when she does it's an ocean to you

Cause you're in love
You're in love
And there's nothing to do
but to pull it through
and be in love
You're in love
it happened by chance
now it's out of your hands
so be in love
You're in love
You might look like a fool
and you may end up blue
but be in love
be in love

© Rasmus Rønnike, 1998-2018

Be in Love

Lyrics:

This taking chick
is going to push me
over and over and over and over and over and over again 
She'll be making me sick
but she'll also induce me
over and over and over and over and over again
and I'll take the ride 'cause I know I'll have gems to retain
When you find someone precious, you find you put up with the pain

This dazzling dame
is going to rock me
over and over and over and over and over again
It's a hassling game
and it's gonna fuck me
over and over and over and over and over and over again
But I'm gonna let it, cause there's so much to obtain
When you find someone rare, you find you respire in rain

She is precious
She is rare
She is special

This gripping girl
is going to thrill me
over and over and over and over and over again
She'll be tipping my world
and she's going to kill me
over and over and over and over and over and over again
But none of my dreadful deceasing is merely in vain
When you find someone special, you find you survive being slain

Written, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike
© 2018

Taking chick, dazzling dame, gripping girl

Lyrics:

This blue-eyed guy is killing me
with everlasting sympathy 
for mankind.
I guess he really is this nice.
He doesn't really seem to lie
at all.
Maybe some day he'll save a baby from a fall.
He was born somewhere between
a sunset and an evergreen
at seaside.
In this little town called Hope
where everybody smells like soap
from birth.
I guess someday he'll feel how much life can hurt.

Nod when they're talking.
Smile when you're walking.
Cheer when they raise a glas.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.
Where are you, princess?
I cannot see you,
you faded into the mass.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.

This skinny girl on scholarships
is offering me potato-chips 
and smiling
And soon she'll tell me 'bout a place
she's been to that is full of grace
and fun (and sun)
Maybe someday she'll feel a shade of something real
She was born with sparkling eyes, 
curious, immune to lies
and bad things
She always goes where stuff takes place
and always finds she's quite amazed
by it
I guess it isn't fair but I dont give a.... 
I don't care!

Nod when they're talking.
Smile when you're walking.
Cheer when they raise a glas.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.
Where are you, princess?
I cannot see you,
you faded into the mass.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.

The wine's delicious, food is good
but we are in this brotherhood
of nothing
Where harmless jokes are shaking hands
While walkers want the dance to dance the dance.

Nod when they're talking.
Smile when you're walking.
Cheer when they raise a glas.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.
Where are you, princess?
I cannot see you,
you faded into the mass.
Dinner at Sloanes,
keeping up with the Jones.
A party we couldn't pass.

Written, composed, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike, © 1993-2016

Keeping up with the Joneses [remaster 2016]

Lyrics:

Listen to the nightingale of love.
Never be afraid to hear it sing.
Listen to the nightingale of love.
Don't you be afraid to let it bring
a bliss to remember,
a kiss to make you dream.
Well, it's all up to you

Listen to the nightingale of love.
Don't you ever send that bird away.
Listen to the nightingale of love,
even when it seems to go astray.
Let it fly, where it's flying.
Let it go where it goes.
Then it's all up to you.

Oh, such an easy call,
but one you have to make,
To hear the best song life could ever give.
Oh, for the sake of 'all',
listen to that bird.
It's singing you the key to really live.

Listen to the nightingale of love.
Don't you close your window while it sings.
Listen to the nightingale of love.
Don't you part the feathers from it's wings. 
Let it fly, where it's flying.
Let it do what it does,
'cause it's doing it for us!

Oh, such an easy call,
but one we have to make,
To hear the best song life could ever give.
Oh, for the sake of 'all',
listen to that bird.
It's singing you the key to really live.
It's bringing you the key to really live.

Written, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike © 2018.
Piano/keys: Lars Emil Riis Madsen

Nightingale of Love

You're running away again.
Running when you should stay.
You're trying to ditch me, trying to flee.
Like branches running from their tree.

You're running away again.
Somehow you must know it's in vain?
'Cause you cannot ditch me, and you cannot flee.
You know I'll always be here.

Right in the middle.
Here in the middle of you.
I'm right in the middle.
I am your blood, I am your soul.

I'm causing you trouble again.
I'm causing pain in your veins.
I'm making you sad - Oh, I'm sorry, lad,
but I will always be here.

Right in the middle.
Here in the middle of you.
I'm right in the middle.
I am your blood, I am your soul.

There's no way to get rid of me.

I'm right in the middle
Here in the middle of you
I am your blood, I am your soul.

Written, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike 2011. 
Vocals: Sandra Kirchert.

Right In the Middle (featuring Sandra Kirchert) [Beta, remaster 2018]

Lyrics:

Så gjorde de hende stor
med bevingede ord.
Løg hende smukkere end hun rent faktisk var
Og folk de vidste det godt,
men de slugte det råt.
Ja, alle ved hvad der sker og de nyder det bar'.
Hun har alt det der skal til
for at få succes.
For hun er blevet valgt.
Yeah, yeah.

Der er du - på en løber så rød.
Der er du - som bare bli'r ved og ved.
De elsker dig. Siger du er smuk, klog og sød.
Men pas nu på: en dag vil de ha' dig ned!

Og så gik hun af mode.
Aller bedst som hun troede,
at hun var klogere end hun rent faktisk var.
Men folk vil gerne se med,
når noget smukt brydes ned.
Sådan er verden grotesk og bizar.
På forsiden med en bums
i hendes grimmeste kluns
For hun er blevet valgt.
Yeah, yeah.

Og folk de vidste det godt,
men de slugte det råt.

Written, composed, performed and produced by Rasmus Rønnike 2009 ©

De Slugte Det Råt [Remaster 2019]

I am one of the few of which there are many.

I write, compose, record and produce stuff. Sometimes political stuff, sometimes stuff about love or the lack of it, sometimes silly stuff. 

Sometimes I work alone, sometimes I work with others.

A lot of my songs are part of my ongoing battle against neoliberalism.

I prefer labelling my productions "substantial pop".



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