Nú gleymast öll mín rök og mig hverfur hugur til
Hversu þungt að draga andann er
Þó að ekkert bjáti á og ekkert vanti til
Er örvænting það sem morgunn ber
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Svartnættið mér sækir nú hart að,
Sólin dvín og loks hverfur
Sótsvört nóttin að sálu minni sverfur,
Vituð ér enn eða hvað?
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Matur líkist ösku og drykkur sem lím
Öll mín lyst er löngu horfin brott
Sultur skellur á og þorstinn fylgir með
Ekkert svalandi né bragðgott
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Dópið gerir fátt og kaffið síður svo
Engin stund er annarri stök
Einskis verð er vakan og svefninn mig flýr
Á veruleika hef misst öll mín tök
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Sjálfsagt kemur tíð með betri kostum brátt
En það breytir ósköp litlu nú
Ég veit að framtíð ber í skauti betri byr
En ég hef kastað frá mér allri trú
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Framtaksleysi

Líknsamur, fagur, frár,
Fljótur, sterkur og knár
Var hann
Örlagadraumurinn,
Dreymdi dauða sinn
Og hvá
Þingið settu þá,
Því að æsir vildu sjá,
Baldur heilan

Ég skal taka eiða
Og af því skal leiða
Að hann lifi af
Málið gengið frá,
Baldur fór á stjá,
Sáttur
Loka gramdist það,
Fór að hugsa hvað,
Dræpi Baldur

Mistilteininn fann
Og smíðaði hann
Örvarodd
Höður blindi Baldur skaut
Í þeirri laut
Féll hann
Húkir nú hjá Hel,
Lepur dauðann úr skel
Þökk sé Loka

Baldursblús

Last Ditch

I had a sweetheart, but now I have none,
She's gone and she's left me to weep and to moan,
She's gone out and left me, another to see,
But I'll soon find a blossom much better than she
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Green grow the laurels, soft falls the dew,
Sorry am I to be parted from you,
Sorrier still that you proved untrue,
I'll change the green laurels for violets so blue
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Oft times I wonder why women love men,
As often I wonder why men love them,
But to my own knowledge, and it's well I should know,
It's her love that's fickle, wherever it grows

She passed by my window, both early and late,
The looks that she gave me, it made my heart ache,
The looks, they remind me of times long gone by,
Of a love that bloomed, then withered and died

I've found love steady, both honest and true,
Sweet as the lilac and pure as the dew,
Sweet as the touch that eases my pain,
A violet so blue, this one right as rain

She wrote me a letter of red, rosy lines,
I wrote her an answer all twisted and twined,
Saying keep your love letters, without them I'm fine,
Saying you write to your love and I'll write to mine

Green Grow the Laurels

Theobromine

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Raccoon sabbatical, gonna run away with them coons,
Eat some trash and have a ball, then jump over the moon
Raccoon sabbatical, gonna be part of the gaze,
Steal the dish and spoon as well, set the whole town ablaze
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It was one night, I was sitting there, stewing in my malaise,
When I heard a tap at the window and a striped tail caught my gaze,
I opened it up and there two black-ringed eyes they greeted me
And a whisper "put that math down, cause we're goin' on a spree"

We gathered the crew up and laid the plan out for the night,
Get some drinks n shout n holler, maybe have a fight,
Both man and coon didn't have a single dime to their name, though
So we thumped Mr Beaver on the head and stole all his dough

Went down to the watering hole and got served by the moose,
Bought some mighty fine mooseshine and each grabbed a goose,
Danced to some honky-tonk with them all in a straight line,
Them muskrats played some swinging tunes, damn them times were fine

Went outside for a quick smoke and there Mr Beaver stood,
With his badger friends, he pointed, shouted "Them there's the crooks!"
Tooth and claw and fur a-flyin, oh what great fun,
But the pigs they came to break it up so we turned tail to run

Now we was hankerin' for a bite and visited our friends, the squirrels,
Their grub is mighty fine and don't get me started on the girls,
The place is nuts, what do you expect? The craziest is Sue,
She sidled up to us, then this snake turned a different hue

He left one of the guys in tatters, another in a sling,
He said that Sue was his, but to her it was just a fling,
We kicked her out and made peace so we could try and save face,
Then the snake he broke bread with us, not before saying grace

After a good laugh with our newfound serpent friend,
We parted and then headed off, the night coming to an end,
I got dropped off and waved goodbye to my new friends, the coons,
They waved me back and told me they would see me very soon

Raccoon Sabbatical

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In the kitchen there ain’t nothing that can’t be sorted out,
In the kitchen everything can be fixed, not a hint of a doubt
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I got some times when I got struck by a bolt from the blue,
Only thing made me smile was cooking something up with you,
Sizzling hash browns and golden pancakes,
Sourdough bread, apple pie and hot bakes,
Head over heels with my sweetheart, gives me toothaches

The way the world’s going, got myself a yellow streak,
But we know just how to make it look a little less bleak,
Shake up some fizzes, sazeracs, punches, juleps and sours,
Zombies, highballs, gimlets, slings and flips to pass the hours,
Or a nice spiked lemonade to sip during summer showers

They say the grass always seems a bit greener on the other side,
But I ain’t found nothing greener, ain’t even gonna try,
Than the coriander she puts in the ceviche,
Than the guac with them crunchy nachos on the side tray,
Than my neighbors when they see my baby finish up with a parfait

You know that woman has an uncanny knack for tickling me pink,
And I know her, at least that’s what I think,
Judging by the smile when I cook up some curry,
Chilli, bibimbap or quesadillas in a hurry,
Ain’t got nothing to bawl about or keep me going worried

I don’t fret too much when we dip into the red,
I take it on bit by bit with a level head,
Cause I know we always have enough for jambalaya,
A hearty soup, spaghetti sauce or popping fry-up,
Always got something good even down to the wire

Color Wheel Cookin'

Now old Danny spiker was a hell of a guy,
Could drive a spike flat on the second try,
Chest like a barrel, each arm like a sturdy tree trunk

He liked a good laugh and he liked a bit of fun,
But rumour had it he was a man on the run,
Dropped some crooked poker players when he was out on a drunk

The second track of the Charleston and Hamburg,
One mile longer after a day of work,
A celebration back in Dorchester was overdue

He played a few hands and swept the table clean,
The other fellas didn't like it, started getting mean,
Got a couple of lawmen and dropped the other shoe

Danny socked a lawman and two players too,
Had to turn and run 'cause his options were few,
Headed out to catch the midnight train to try and skip town

The lawman followed and so did three men,
Push came to shove and that's how Danny met his end,
Handcuffed, he stumbled, the tracks that's where he fell down

They never found his body, vanished into thin air,
Not a speck of blood, not a single loose hair,
Staked a cross by the wayside and called it a day

Most times this is where the events portend,
That the story is done, that it's reached its end,
But the tale of Danny spiker wasn't meant to go that way

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It was the day five more miles of track had been laid,
Drinking and dancing, as folks do when they're paid,
But the music stopped short and blood ran cold when they heard of what had transpired

One of the three men lay dead, hands and legs behind his back,
Run over by the midnight train on the tracks,
In the mess that was left they found a railway tie, someone had left him there hogtied

The second got cold feet, fled to the next state,
Stayed in Georgia and there he hoped to cheat fate,
But after five more miles of track, it seems, Danny found a way to have his way

Another whisked away by the midnight train,
A spike through each foot so he wouldn't run again,
Two down, one left and Johnny law too, the debt was halfway paid

The third enlisted voodoo from a powerful mambo,
But when they met, she went wide-eyed and said he had to go,
She said "wrath follows you every step of the way, ain't nothing I can do for you"

Five miles more, another death on the rails,
A pass by the midnight train and all that entails,
The cross from the wayside held him there, seems like the mambo's word was true

Now Johnny law was quaking, locked himself in the jail,
Gripped his pistol so hard, his whole arm turned pale,
Said "The conductor is placed under arrest tonight, no midnight train's gonna catch me now"

Next morning they found the train derailed,
A joyride by someone who had emptied the jail,
Their quarry flattened, fixed by a rusty set of cuffs, no way to get out of this one nohow

His six shooter empty, each bullet was spent,
Whatever got the four men sure as hell was hell-bent,
If you're ever out by Charleston, better watch your back lest the midnight train claim you

Play cards with a huge man with a booming laugh,
With a mole above his right eye and a grin and a half,
Better let him win what he is owed or you'll find that you're through

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