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I Sang For The Swans
Ved Buens Ende Lyrics


...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...
It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
We devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.
Let the fallen...
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with its beautiful voices...
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
The swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music... choir...

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spacemanbose

...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...

It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
we devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.



All comments from YouTube:

UseYourNikesBro

I discovered this band years ago but wasn't mature enough musically to understand it but I dig it now

sakemmat

Long times ago, when I got the record and put it in the player.. I was fucking mesmerized. A holy moment. Or two 😁
Everything else ceased to exist. It was just me and Ved Buens Ende.

CatKatCatKat

UseYourNikesBro same here

spacemanbose

...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...

It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
we devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.

limaniner34

Slint goes full avant-garde metal

lonewizzard

Lots of truth in your words, I love VBE and Slint as well.

Z1776

This song feels like a surreal, apocalyptic nightmare. I can imagine myself traversing a hellish otherworldly desert while it plays.

Z1776

I don't even remember posting this comment

Ferdinand Bardamu

All of you shut up, having sensorial experiences is garbage

c-95 060

All of you shut up, all music is garbage

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