Lyrics:

"I'm gonna fall for you
Get my heart broke and bruised
If it's the last thing I do
I'm gonna fall for you

I'm gonna fall for you
But I ain't fucking calling you
I've got anxiety, dude
But I will fall for you

Mark my words

I'm gonna stumble
Fall flat on my face
I've got it down to a subtle art
I'm gonna fuck up
Get put in my place
Godspeed, my pounding heart

And when I fall for you
I'll break my own heart in two
It won't be much work for you 
Just stand back, enjoy the view

And when I fall for you
My hopes, and dreams, and fantasies are going too
I've got it c-c-covered, dude
Here goes nothing new

It goes like this
Yo
Here it goes

I'm gonna stumble 
Fall flat on my face
I've got it down to a subtle art
I'm gonna fuck up
Get put in my place
Godspeed, my pounding heart

I'm gonna slip up
Crash down with the waves
I've got it down to a not-so-subtle art
I'm gonna fuck up
She'll put me in my place
God save my pounding heart

It's not the fall
It's not the fall that kills you
Never really had a chance
Stood by swinging sweaty hands
She'd never understand it
It's not the fall
It's not the fall that kills you
But if I took a tiny chance
She might just let me hold her hand
I hope I stick the landing

I'm gonna stumble 
Fall flat on my face
I've got it down to a subtle art
I'm gonna fuck up
Get put in my place
Godspeed, my pounding heart

I'm gonna slip up
And that's all that it takes
I've got it down to a not-so-subtle art
I'm gonna fuck up
She'll put me in my place
God save my pounding heart"

About the song:
This song is all about that feeling you get right when you’re about to fall for someone; when you haven’t fallen just yet, but you’ve started feeling the butterflies in your stomach and know what’s coming. 

Sama wrote the lyrics about a skater girl and imagined the whole process of falling for her as something similar to falling flat on your face trying out a new trick on your skateboard. 

She concluded that the fall in itself isn’t the worst part by far; it’s the sinking feeling as you get back up on your feet, wipe the dirt off of your Dickies and look around to see how many people were watching. 

An upbeat summer bop about being awkwardly and nervously in love. 

Released on Fücking North Pole Records (2022)

Logo by Max Dahlby
Artwork by Øystein H. Gravdahl

Lead vocals/rhythm guitar - Samantha A. Miserée 
Bass/vocals - Helene C. Kunz 
Lead guitar/backing vocals - Øystein H. Gravdahl 
Drums/percussion/backing vocals - Sondre L. Paulsen 

Piano by Preben S. Andersen 

* Drums, guitar & bass recorded at Endless Tinnitus Studio by Kenneth Storkås, Oslo - Norway
* Vocals, synthesizer, percussion and piano recorded at Globus Studio by Preben Sælid Andersen, 
Oslo - Norway 
* Mixed and mastered by Marc McClusky at Fuzzball Recording, New York - USA

Written by:
Samantha A. Miserée
Øystein H. Gravdahl
Helene C. Kunz
Sondre L. Paulsen
José M. Gomera

Produced by:
Kenneth Storkås
Preben S. Andersen 
TwoMinutesHate

It's Not The Fall That Kills You, It's The Humiliation

"Don't trust a word that comes out of my mouth
I am stressed out, I'm numb, I am useless with doubt
And I'm trying so hard to blend in with the crowd
But I'm restless, I'm nervous and way too loud

I feel your hand and it's warm like the bile
In the back of my mouth I have swallowed for miles
And I can’t keep my head straight
'Cause everything there's like walls of loud no's
That just keep barging in

And I'm not fine
And this ain't right
These drinks, these pints
At such a time

I'm not fine
You'll never be mine
Waste my time 
Go on and waste my time

I feel your breath and it's warm on my skin
But the moment's all wrong and you can't take a hint
And I'm fucked 'cause I want you more than anything
And my memory deletes shit in rapid succession

And I don't have the balls
And I don't think you'd take the fall with me
And I need full control
Of everything in every situation
And I don't have the balls
And I don't think you'd take the fall with me
And I need full control
Of everything in every situation
Safe to say
I'm not fit to play
Save my day
And walk away
Oh, I'd say it's safe to say
(I'm not fine, you'll never be mine)
I'm not fit to play
(Waste my time, go on and waste my time)
Save my day
(I'm not fine, you'll never be mine)
And walk away from me
(Waste my time, go on and waste my time)

I'm not fine
You'll never be mine
Waste my time
Go on and waste my time
I'm not fine
You'll never be mine
Waste my time
Go on and waste my time"


About the song:

The lyrics for Cock Blocked By Tights are written from within the mess of thoughts that were inside of Sama's head during an episode that in reality was never as deep or dramatic as she perceived it. 

Already in the first line she presents herself as an unreliable narrator, and goes on to describe the mental state that makes her unfit to objectively tell this story. 

The song explores emotions like anxiety, longing and more than anything the feeling of disappointment when reality doesn't quite live up to the expectations. 

The very first draft for this song has been collecting dust in a notebook since the summer of 2012.



Released on Fücking North Pole Records (2022)

Logo by Max Dahlby
Pixel art by Øystein H. Gravdahl 

Lead vocals/rhythm guitar - Samantha A. Miserée 
Bass/vocals - Helene C. Kunz 
Lead guitar/backing vocals - Øystein H. Gravdahl 
Drums/percussion/backing vocals - Sondre L. Paulsen 

Synth by Preben S. Andersen 

* Drums, guitar & bass recorded at Endless Tinnitus Studio by Kenneth Storkås, Oslo - Norway
* Vocals, synthesizer, percussion and piano recorded at Globus Studio by Preben Sælid Andersen, 
Oslo - Norway 
* Mixed and mastered by Marc McClusky at Fuzzball Recording, New York - USA

Written by:
Samantha A. Miserée
Øystein H. Gravdahl
Helene C. Kunz
Sondre L. Paulsen
José M. Gomera

Produced by:
Kenneth Storkås
Preben S. Andersen 
TwoMinutesHate

Cock Blocked By Tights

Lyrics:

"Did you watch the news today?
I cannot unsee his face
The image etched inside my mind
Pure evil on display
I see the world in tones of grey
But now the grief's rendered me blind

And in this #BLACKOUT all I see's
The wreckage left behind
And as the chaos fills their streets
I hope they let him fry

One three one two
Wake up and smell the gasoline
One three one two
Enjoy them cocktails, they're on us
One three one two
I hope you start to feel the heat
One three one two
In this tiny spark I put my trust

They tell lies on the news
But the truth is in plain view
Wish I could say I don't believe my eyes
Vinegar and lemon juice
Our bandanas soaked right through 
Tensions and spirits on the rise

And as the CS clouds their streets
They finally see the signs
That with no justice, there's no peace
The people must unite, and fight

One three one two
Mask up and man the guillotines
One three one two
Protect the medics at all costs
One three one two
The bricks lay scattered in the streets
One three one two
They mark the future graves of dirty cops

For every early grave they filled
For every brother lost
For every heart left silenced, still
One Molotov is tossed

One three one two
The battle's only just begun
One three one two
I'll set the table all in blue
One three one two
And in the dying echo of their guns
One three one two
We'll have a bacon barbecue"



About the song:

The lyrics for 1312 were written by a frustrated and angry Sama in the aftermath of the murder of George Floyd. 

In the midst of shameless racism, viral hashtags that did more damage than good, as well as influencers who saw it all as an excellent opportunity for shameless self-promotion, you could make out the tiny sparks of genuine compassion, the power of action and community, and an unwavering perseverance that powered a renewed faith in humanity. 

Thus the song ended up becoming as much a battle cry as a mourning song, and despite the dark premise, it also conveys a sense of hope and determination. 

We wished to underline the stark contrast between these feelings, and therefore decided to give the pre-choruses a kinda ominous funeral song type of sound, while the choruses more closely resemble powerful chants yelled by an unflinching crowd in a protest. 



Released on Fücking North Pole Records (2022)

Lead vocals/rhythm guitar - Samantha A. Miserée 
Bass/vocals - Helene C. Kunz 
Lead guitar/backing vocals - Øystein H. Gravdahl 
Drums/percussion/backing vocals - Sondre L. Paulsen 


* Drums, guitar & bass recorded at Endless Tinnitus Studio by Kenneth Storkås, Oslo - Norway
* Vocals, synthesizer, percussion and piano recorded at Globus Studio by Preben Sælid Andersen, 
Oslo - Norway 
* Mixed and mastered by Marc McClusky at Fuzzball Recording, New York - USA

Written by:
Samantha A. Miserée
Øystein H. Gravdahl
Helene C. Kunz
Sondre L. Paulsen
José M. Gomera

Produced by:
Kenneth Storkås
Preben S. Andersen 
TwoMinutesHate

1312

An alternative version of TwoMinutesHate's debut single It's Not The Fall That Kills You, It's The Humiliation!

This nostalgic spin on the pop punk banger will throw you right back to those summer nights spent up long past bedtime with all your friends, wielding joysticks while chasing high scores as well as sugar highs.

Welcome to our 8-bit dream world!

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Chiptune cover version by Øystein H. Gravdahl

Based on the song It's Not The Fall That Kills You, It's The Humiliation by TwoMinutesHate

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Stream the original here: https://orcd.co/humiliation

It's Not The Fall That Kills You, It’s The Chiptune

An alternative version of TwoMinutesHate's song fuXmas!

Imagine making the most depressing anti-Christmas anthem and then making it obnoxiously danceable; that's what we did with fuXmas.
And then our very own Øystein H. Gravdahl did the unthinkable; he made it even catchier!
Welcome to our pastel-clouded 80's heaven and this synthwave version of fuXmas!

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Synthwave version by Øystein H. Gravdahl.

Based on the song fuXmas by TwoMinutesHate.

Photo by Kim Rune Hagen (jazzified by Sama A. Miserée)

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Stream the original here:
https://orcd.co/obvm7xy

fuXmas (synthwave version)

Fast-paced energetic pop punk/skatepunk blend from the ever-palpitating heart of Oslo, Norway! 
Listen to our new EP Calm On The Surface! Out now via Fücking North Pole Records and promoted by Grudda Records! 

(we make music for people who wear Vans in the winter 🛹☠️)