Текст песни Fall - Iceland
Fall - Iceland слова песни
A plate steel object was firedAnd I did not feel for my compatriotsHated even the core of myselfNot a matter of ill-healthIt was fear of weakness deep in core of myselfThe fact attainment was out of...[Mounting orations/What generations][Dumb populations/What emulations]To be humbled in IcelandSing of legend, sing of destructionWitness the last of the god-menHear about Megas Jonsson *Cast the runes against your own soulThere is not much more time to goWork fifteen hours for the good of the soulAnd be humbled in IcelandSit in the gold roomFall down flat in the Cafe Iol*Without a glance from the clienteleYour coffee black as well,Hair blond as hellCast the runes against your own soulRoll up for the underpants showAnd be humbled in IcelandAnd the spawn of the volcanoIs thick and impatientLike the people around it.See a green goblin redhead, redheadMake a grab for the book of prayers.Do anything for a bit of attentionGet humbled in IcelandWhat the goddamn fuck is it?That played the pipes of aluminumA Memorex for the KrakensThat induces this rough textAnd casts the runes against the self-soulAnd humbles in Iceland[* Megas Jonsson is considered to be "the father of Icelandicrock`n`roll"; he "ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrotescathing,surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radioand shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan`t performed inpublic since he`s now a dock worker." -- from Colin Irwin`s 26September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.][* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in Reykjavik where MES hung outwhen in Iceland. --ed.][* [From Paintwork]