Words from Hope part one #2

Free

Words by Einar Langseth. Music by Petter N. Mortensen


Run up to the secret place.

Straight across the motorway.

Don´ t let them hear or see you go.

Keep up the paise and keep your head down low.


To the house up in the trees.

Make the people pack up and flee.

Stay out of reach and out of sight.

And find the path into the morning light.


There´ s no way to escape it or go back.

We can´ t remain outnumbered and attacked.


You are free to own your story.

To pack up and depart.

Free to soar above the fences

´ round a captive heart.

Set your spirit free from living

Other people's dreams.

May we hold on to the truth.

Going on upstream


Now the corporate men are closing in.

Listen how their heavy feet are ponding.

In custom patent leather shoes.

With suitcases full of don´ ts and does


Driving poles into the ground.

Pinning laws and regulations down.

Telling us to get inline.

And follow all their principles and signs.


If their catching up than don´ t let go,

Reclaim the ownership of your own goal.


You are free to own your story.

To pack up and depart.

Free to soar above the fences

´ round a captive heart.

Set your spirit free from living

Other people's dreams.

May we hold on to the truth.

Going on upstream.



Face

Words by Einar Langseth. Music by Petter N. Mortensen


Once again are mirrors on my wall,

threatening to reveal it all.

I can´ t vanish and I can` t hide.

I can´ t keep a single thing concealed inside.


Oh dragged into the light.

I can´ t hide.


You and all your faces, hidden in the night.

Someday I will get to you.

With one intention, to break the spell for good.

Someday I´ ll be done with you.

And all your faces…..


A shadow is lurking in the forest of my mind.

Hiding from the public eye.

A rush of danger, a rush of fear,

A rush of a brutal honesty, beyond compare.


You…. I am gonna find you.

I said you…..


You and all your faces, hidden in the night.

Someday I will get to you.

With one intention, to break the spell for good.

Someday I´ ll be done with you.

And all your faces…..


Left alone, and kept out of the light.

Undetected out of sight.

I might be pushed ´ cross the line,

to where I won't know what to find.


You and all your faces, hidden in the night.

Someday I will get to you.

With one intention, to break the spell for good.

Someday I´ ll be done with you.

And all your faces…..


Run

Words and music: Petter N. Mortensen


The truth´ s not true, the lies no longer lies.

I´ m left in shock, what is the next surprise.

When law´ s not law, and all the news are fake.

It must all be a mistake.

Don´ t wanna be stunned no more,

I don´ t wanna know.


The situation is running out of hand.

I do no longer try to understand.

I just wanna shut the whole thing out.

Psychedelic roundabout.

Don´ t wanna be dazed no more,

I don´ t wanna know


I wanna run.

Like the last ripple

searches for the former one.

Knowing in time I´ ll fade away.

I wanna run.

Run like men that rides towards the setting sun.

Trying to find what they are searching for,

Or leave it all behind.


A phoney hairdo fills my TV screen.

In endless speeches trying to demean,

any decent aim to navigate

Between disbelief and hate

Don´ t wanna observe no more,

I don´ t wanna know


I wanna run.

Like the last ripple

searches for the former one.

Knowing in time I´ ll fade away.

I wanna run.

Run like men that rides towards the setting sun.

Trying to find what they are searching for,

or leaves it all behind.


Run.

Like the last ripple

searches for the former one.

Knowing in time I´ ll fade away.

I wanna run.

Run like men that rides towards the setting sun.

Or leave all behind


The currency

Words by Einar Langseth. Music by Petter N. Mortensen


Fields were tall and

bursting with grain.

The estate of a wealthy man.

Us and our hired hands,

we worked the land,

to develop the property.


Then I came to think of

If I could fulfil all my dreams.

By getting my share of

the paternal legacy.


I got my share; I left it all

to run away and live it up.

I called the shots ´till my currency dropped.

And all my friends disappeared.


I came to think of

All my loved ones at home.

I found myself

down on skid row alone.


I thought:

"My father might hire me on,

on a servant's terms.

If I go home."


I thought he´ ll refuse me and make me go.

I´ m not worthy of his love.

But he praised my return and he called me SON.