A Few Words from Our Ten Nominees

Little twinkling stars
And the depth of the clouds
With the name of your favorite bar
At least it's good then to know where you are
When mostly you're really not sure
How all of these faces and places really occur

Just a page left to read
Your words are rich but they somehow
Seem weightless to me
Just with your simplest views I'll agree
Like everything has to end
It's just the tie I'm doubting
My most inconvenient friend

So soon I'll put you to sleep
You'll dream of natural disasters and electric sheep
But the hills of our town, they are steep
And me I am easy to please
Just a couch and some pamphlets
With headers that I made up with ease

A few words from our ten nominees
O'er the rights of the new bourgeoisie
Maybe the wind and the trees
Will finally give us some peace

And then the next afternoon
I'll share with you the sweet taste
Of laboriously licking my wounds
And though I know you're already immune
To every decision I'll make
Both the good ones and the ones
That'll turn out to be mistakes.



Credits
Writer(s): Sjur Lyseid
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