Glitter In A Void by Torgny Lyrics
Kaptein Sundstedt blir den eneste nordiske ræpresentant ved Atlanterhavsflyvningen
Han skal flyve sammen med den norske marineløitnant Kjell Nyegaard. De skal som passager ha med seg løitnants Nyegaards hustru, madame Forzane, Paris’ vakreste skuespillerinde og en toneangivende dame i millionbyens moteverden
Scandinavian
Ambivalent
Oil money
Privilege
Obsession
Progression
Confession AAAAaaaaaa
Bathroom Stall Confessional
Brave and gay. Married her name and fucked the ambassador in the ass. Died a fighter pilot for France in 1918. WW1 about to end. Only 25, scared, falling from the sky – shot down. The testimonial still hanging on Mother’s wall:
MORT POUR LA FRANCE
HOMMAGE DE LA NATION
A LA MEMOIRE DE KJELL NYEGAARD
AUX MORTS DE LA GRANDE GUERRE
LA PATRIE RECONNAISSANTE
This ain’t no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian
Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Nothing on this album is true. Nothing on this album is a lie. What‘s my in relationship with money, notoriety, pussy, my mother, my daughter, the mother of daughter? Alcohol, nature, literature, cocaine, skateboarding, the internet, my skin? I’m a fucking grown up in diapers. I’m the the back catalogue of a major label. I’m a 2003 electronic press kit coming at you ugly. I’m a spiritual individual. I’m a perfect turd, absurd, out of step with the world
MDMA and granola
Big big big data and payola
Hungover I drink cola
I rock the pianola
Every like like a diploma
Put put put me in a coma
My Sharona
Punk stew aroma
Give me more heroin and Adorno in the monitor, please, and fuck touring! I’d rather grow dreads on a remote island – live with a guitar, getting drunk in the bar. And let my dreads entwine with the guitar strap and become part of it. Music is a body part and fuck art. And love Jesus, feces. A blue fetus on the beach and the stars at night…
To be a part of a scene… Ever since I was fifteen I’ve been longing for a scene. Sniffed your panties in a dream – laissez-faire, lazy eye. I’m a sexy babe with a simple mind. I know Katy Perry lines, but I don't know any Shakespear. I know Coldplay songs, but I don’t know Fellini, haven’t been there. Proletarian bliss – fuck this, fuck that. My dick is not subversive, my dick is class discursive. Come, come undone now!
From baby boomers to snowflakes: Everyday is a press release. Send send send. Let’s get digital, physical, get hip, get tipped, baby scratch my itch, scroll and switch, I’m feeling kitsch! Fuck this, just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll, dont’ twitch
We’re just glitter in a void. Our bodies will be destroyed. Depressed, but overjoyed. Forzane was glitter in a void. Kjell was glitter in a void
I’m left with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir’s NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I’m left with Grandmother’s photo box: Kjell sitting there in ballet shoes. No fucks given. Fighter pilot and gay. I’m left with newspaper articles from late 1916: The New York Times, The Chicago Tribune
Kjell Nyegaard of the French Flying Corps and Capt. Hugo Sundstedt, the famous Swedish flyer, have arrived here yesterday from France on the steamship Espagne, bent on making a transatlantic flight in an airplane next spring. Nyegaard is one of the well known French army birdmen, and among his encounters was one with Boelcke in the air over the western front. Neither could gain enough advantage over the other to fire a shot. They circled about, Nyegaard above the German, for twenty minutes. The former said: "Boelcke beckoned to me with his hand lo come down, and I beckoned to him to him to come up. It was a tie, and we both waved a farewell and parted
Nyegaard’s specialty is handling the aeroplane in pursuit, which means machine gun duelling. "I am a stunt flyer» he said, "while the captain is a long distance flyer». Both have wanted to make the attempt to cross the Atlantic for some time and Nyegaard, who is a Norwegian, obtained his discharge from the French flying corps in order to come here and try it. But before Nyegaard left, he promised his wife - considered by many the most beautiful actress in Paris and a creator of Parisian styles - that he would take her with him on the cross-ocean flight
I Amerika berettes videre, at løitnant Nyegaard er privatsekretær hos den den norske minister i Paris. I begyndelsen av krigen lot løitnanten sig hverve i fremmedlegionen og blev saaret i et slag på vestfronten. Efter at han var kommet til kræfter igjen traadte han ind i flyverkorpset og blev under flyvningen to ganger let saaret
MORT POUR LA FRANCE
HOMMAGE DE LA NATION
A LA MEMOIRE DE KJELL NYEGAARD
AUX MORTS DE LA GRANDE GUERRE
LA PATRIE RECONNAISSANTE
…hver motor blir på 160 hestekræfter… Hærrene akter at starte fra New-Foundland i april eller mai, saasnart der indtræffer favorable vindforhold. Efter 20 timers flyvning venter de at naa den irske kyst og fortsetter uten stans til London
Lieut. Nyegaard, who is only twenty-three years old, at the beginning of the war enlisted in the foreign legion and was wounded in the right forearm at Dixmude. When the wound healed he was made commander of a ski detachment in the Vosges and was wounded in the left knee. Then he joined the flying corps and had several accidents, the worst being when his gasoline tank burst as he was 6000 feet up. He managed to bring the biplane down, but he could not control the direction when it neared the ground and a wing hit a tree. He could not walk for seven months
Dear listener: If I have you, I have to whole world. You and me. Dear listener, you woke up this morning. Maybe you had a cup of coffee. You’re alive, you breathe, you’re gonna be alive for some more time on this earth. Ah, it’s beautiful! Beautiful to be alive! Be alive. Dear listener: If I die today, let them know that it was a fantastic ride. All the love. All the sights. All the feels. All the smells
COIN DE BAL: ÉLÉGANCES D’HIER ET D’AUJOURD’HUI
M. de Montgomery et la princesse Jean de Broglie ont été l’objet d’ovations répétées en interprétant la Fantaisie Américaine, qui fut la note gaie de cette soirée. Au milieu du groupe, le prince Aymond de Lucinge en grand costume d’officier supérieur de la garde, et à sa gauche, la princesse de Chimay en crinoline. Assis: le prince de Chimay et M. Nyegaard, le séduisant berger des sylphides.
Be alive
Be alive
Han skal flyve sammen med den norske marineløitnant Kjell Nyegaard. De skal som passager ha med seg løitnants Nyegaards hustru, madame Forzane, Paris’ vakreste skuespillerinde og en toneangivende dame i millionbyens moteverden
Scandinavian
Ambivalent
Oil money
Privilege
Obsession
Progression
Confession AAAAaaaaaa
Bathroom Stall Confessional
Brave and gay. Married her name and fucked the ambassador in the ass. Died a fighter pilot for France in 1918. WW1 about to end. Only 25, scared, falling from the sky – shot down. The testimonial still hanging on Mother’s wall:
MORT POUR LA FRANCE
HOMMAGE DE LA NATION
A LA MEMOIRE DE KJELL NYEGAARD
AUX MORTS DE LA GRANDE GUERRE
LA PATRIE RECONNAISSANTE
This ain’t no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian
Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Nothing on this album is true. Nothing on this album is a lie. What‘s my in relationship with money, notoriety, pussy, my mother, my daughter, the mother of daughter? Alcohol, nature, literature, cocaine, skateboarding, the internet, my skin? I’m a fucking grown up in diapers. I’m the the back catalogue of a major label. I’m a 2003 electronic press kit coming at you ugly. I’m a spiritual individual. I’m a perfect turd, absurd, out of step with the world
MDMA and granola
Big big big data and payola
Hungover I drink cola
I rock the pianola
Every like like a diploma
Put put put me in a coma
My Sharona
Punk stew aroma
Give me more heroin and Adorno in the monitor, please, and fuck touring! I’d rather grow dreads on a remote island – live with a guitar, getting drunk in the bar. And let my dreads entwine with the guitar strap and become part of it. Music is a body part and fuck art. And love Jesus, feces. A blue fetus on the beach and the stars at night…
To be a part of a scene… Ever since I was fifteen I’ve been longing for a scene. Sniffed your panties in a dream – laissez-faire, lazy eye. I’m a sexy babe with a simple mind. I know Katy Perry lines, but I don't know any Shakespear. I know Coldplay songs, but I don’t know Fellini, haven’t been there. Proletarian bliss – fuck this, fuck that. My dick is not subversive, my dick is class discursive. Come, come undone now!
From baby boomers to snowflakes: Everyday is a press release. Send send send. Let’s get digital, physical, get hip, get tipped, baby scratch my itch, scroll and switch, I’m feeling kitsch! Fuck this, just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll
Just scroll, dont’ twitch
We’re just glitter in a void. Our bodies will be destroyed. Depressed, but overjoyed. Forzane was glitter in a void. Kjell was glitter in a void
I’m left with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir’s NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I’m left with Grandmother’s photo box: Kjell sitting there in ballet shoes. No fucks given. Fighter pilot and gay. I’m left with newspaper articles from late 1916: The New York Times, The Chicago Tribune
Kjell Nyegaard of the French Flying Corps and Capt. Hugo Sundstedt, the famous Swedish flyer, have arrived here yesterday from France on the steamship Espagne, bent on making a transatlantic flight in an airplane next spring. Nyegaard is one of the well known French army birdmen, and among his encounters was one with Boelcke in the air over the western front. Neither could gain enough advantage over the other to fire a shot. They circled about, Nyegaard above the German, for twenty minutes. The former said: "Boelcke beckoned to me with his hand lo come down, and I beckoned to him to him to come up. It was a tie, and we both waved a farewell and parted
Nyegaard’s specialty is handling the aeroplane in pursuit, which means machine gun duelling. "I am a stunt flyer» he said, "while the captain is a long distance flyer». Both have wanted to make the attempt to cross the Atlantic for some time and Nyegaard, who is a Norwegian, obtained his discharge from the French flying corps in order to come here and try it. But before Nyegaard left, he promised his wife - considered by many the most beautiful actress in Paris and a creator of Parisian styles - that he would take her with him on the cross-ocean flight
I Amerika berettes videre, at løitnant Nyegaard er privatsekretær hos den den norske minister i Paris. I begyndelsen av krigen lot løitnanten sig hverve i fremmedlegionen og blev saaret i et slag på vestfronten. Efter at han var kommet til kræfter igjen traadte han ind i flyverkorpset og blev under flyvningen to ganger let saaret
MORT POUR LA FRANCE
HOMMAGE DE LA NATION
A LA MEMOIRE DE KJELL NYEGAARD
AUX MORTS DE LA GRANDE GUERRE
LA PATRIE RECONNAISSANTE
…hver motor blir på 160 hestekræfter… Hærrene akter at starte fra New-Foundland i april eller mai, saasnart der indtræffer favorable vindforhold. Efter 20 timers flyvning venter de at naa den irske kyst og fortsetter uten stans til London
Lieut. Nyegaard, who is only twenty-three years old, at the beginning of the war enlisted in the foreign legion and was wounded in the right forearm at Dixmude. When the wound healed he was made commander of a ski detachment in the Vosges and was wounded in the left knee. Then he joined the flying corps and had several accidents, the worst being when his gasoline tank burst as he was 6000 feet up. He managed to bring the biplane down, but he could not control the direction when it neared the ground and a wing hit a tree. He could not walk for seven months
Dear listener: If I have you, I have to whole world. You and me. Dear listener, you woke up this morning. Maybe you had a cup of coffee. You’re alive, you breathe, you’re gonna be alive for some more time on this earth. Ah, it’s beautiful! Beautiful to be alive! Be alive. Dear listener: If I die today, let them know that it was a fantastic ride. All the love. All the sights. All the feels. All the smells
COIN DE BAL: ÉLÉGANCES D’HIER ET D’AUJOURD’HUI
M. de Montgomery et la princesse Jean de Broglie ont été l’objet d’ovations répétées en interprétant la Fantaisie Américaine, qui fut la note gaie de cette soirée. Au milieu du groupe, le prince Aymond de Lucinge en grand costume d’officier supérieur de la garde, et à sa gauche, la princesse de Chimay en crinoline. Assis: le prince de Chimay et M. Nyegaard, le séduisant berger des sylphides.
Be alive
Be alive