His voice speaks for itself. Blues to the utmost ground!
Official Website: Bjørn Berge
ADDITIONAL DETAILS:
Bjørn Berge, Norway's best selling blues artist, started to play guitar when he was 13 years old. After playing for some years, Bjørn discovered Robert Johnson, Elmore James, Leo Kottke and John Hammond. Bjørn Berge, as we know him today, was born. Yet, the term "blues" doesn't cover what Bjørn Berge is all about. We're taking raw, hellraising rock influenced by a wide variety of music styles.
Bjørn Berge's got a voice like gravel and broken glass, and sings as if the devil himself is snapping at his heels. Years of touring with nothing much but junk food, cigarettes, rainy tarmac and ferry ports to look forward to between gigs have paid off; these days Berge is one of Norway's most respected and critically praised artists. Those who have seen this medicine man of music on stage know to rate him as one of our greatest guitarists.
He growls and barks, sometimes snarling the lyrics rather than singing them, spitting out his blueblack groove accompanied by just his guitar and right foot. It's raw with dirt, sweat and hunger and at times almost menacingly in touch with the dark side.
Even if Berge's background is blues, his spicy homebrew reflects equal measures hip-hop and badass-funk as it does traditional blues.
Berge released his critically acclaimed Blue Mood/Warner Music debut "Blues Hit Me" in 1999. The album firmly established him as one of the most exciting contemporary artists, as well as impressing critics and audiences alike with the rare authority of his musical expression. "Bag Of Nails" goes straight for the listeners jugular, and is an even more immediate and explosive experience than its predecessor.
Armed with only his guitar, Berge is a musical highway robber savvy enough to leave the mediocre by the wayside, and only take with him what can enrich his music and performance. Live Berge is merciless, leaving audiences, but reeling as he packs up his guitar and heads on to the next venue, the next gig, the next challenge.
He plays as if he had fifty sets of arms and twenty pairs of legs, and with an insatiable musical curiosity and appetite which will never allow him to become jaded or stuck in a rut.Album available by Bjørn Berge: "Blues hit me", "Bag of nails" and "Stringmachine".
Farmen have licensed Berge's releases on Warner Music for sale outside Norway.
In August 2002 he released his first album for Farmen, called "Illustrated Man", for which he received fantastic reviews in the press in Norway and Denmark. With "Illustrated man" he won the Norwegian Grammy (Spellemannprisen) for the best Norwegian blues album in 2002.
Mad Fingers Ball: Bjørn Berge, Norway's best selling blues artist, started to play guitar when he was 13 years old. After playing for some years, Bjørn discovered Robert Johnson, Elmore James, Leo Kottke and John Hammond. Bjørn Berge, as we know him today, was born.
Yet, the term "blues" doesn't cover what Bjørn Berge is all about. We're taking raw, hellraising rock influenced by a wide variety of music styles.
Bjørn Berge's got a voice like gravel and broken glass, and sings as if the devil himself is snapping at his heels. Years of touring with nothing much but junk food, cigarettes, rainy tarmac and ferry ports to look forward to between gigs have paid off; these days Berge is one of Norway's most respected and critically praised artists. Those who have seen this medicine man of music on stage know to rate him as one of our greatest guitarists.
He growls and barks, sometimes snarling the lyrics rather than singing them, spitting out his blueblack groove accompanied by just his guitar and right foot. It's raw with dirt, sweat and hunger and at times almost menacingly in touch with the dark side.
Even if Berge's background is blues, his spicy homebrew reflects equal measures hip-hop and badass-funk as it does traditional blues.
Berge released his critically acclaimed Blue Mood/Warner Music debut "Blues Hit Me" in 1999. The album firmly established him as one of the most exciting contemporary artists, as well as impressing critics and audiences alike with the rare authority of his musical expression. "Bag Of Nails" goes straight for the listeners jugular, and is an even more immediate and explosive experience than its predecessor.
Armed with only his guitar, Berge is a musical highway robber savvy enough to leave the mediocre by the wayside, and only take with him what can enrich his music and performance. Live Berge is merciless, leaving audiences, but reeling as he packs up his guitar and heads on to the next venue, the next gig, the next challenge.
He plays as if he had fifty sets of arms and twenty pairs of legs, and with an insatiable musical curiosity and appetite which will never allow him to become jaded or stuck in a rut.Album available by Bjørn Berge: "Blues hit me", "Bag of nails" and "Stringmachine".
Mad Fingers Ball: On this new album, Bjørn Berges unique fingerstyle is shown to its fullest advantage, reinforced by his unusually harsh, deep voice. His cover of Deep Purple's "Hush" is worth the listen.
All in all, the artist has released a total of 10 studio albums, two of which won a Norwegian Grammy (Stringmachine in 2001 and Illustrated Man in 2002).
Black Jesus
Bjørn Berge Lyrics
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Heaven closes, hell freezes
Egos trippin, scripts keep flippin
Bloods keep bloodin, Crips keep crippin
Time keeps slippin and I keep fallin
I can't see but I hear them callin
Ballers ballin, players playin
Haters fightin, righteous payin
Brooklyn keep takin, shook ones keep shakin
No time for fakin, not me
I ain't jumpin no bars, just risin like cream
And if you diggin the scene, you feelin the vibes
Throw your hands in the air, scream out you alive
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
They call me Black Jesus, White Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
be-boy poses, punk rock chicks
The kids are alright but I need my fix
If you dig in the mix, feelin the drugs
If you keepin it real, if you livin like thugs
I spit kisses and hugs like .45 slugs
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry
Half a dozen women that I think I want to marry
Got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin to lose
And still I gotta find me someone to abuse
So won't you run spread the news, help say the word
You jump the fuck back and just act like you heard
They call me
White Devil, Black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black Jesus, White Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na
Singin
(Waaaah-wah-wah-waaaaah
Shooby-doo-waaah
Waaaah-wah-wah-waaaaah)
They call me white sinner, black martyr
Livewire, firestarter
Jungle Brother, redneck cracker
Freak of nature, new world slacker
Sex junkie lookin for a dealer
You could play the leper, girl, and I could play the healer
Shit is only gettin realer, baby, haven't you heard
That the Bird, Bird, Bird, yes, the Bird is the word
It go one for the troubled, two for the times
Three for my homies and four for the dimes
Singin lemons to the limes to the break of dawn
Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast, you're on
And it go on and on like a rolling stone
Baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home
They call me
White Devil, Black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black Jesus, White Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin
Na-na-na-na-na(repeated till end)
"Bjørn Berge's song "Black Jesus" is an amalgamation of contrasting ideas and conflicting identities. The opening line: "They call me White Devil, Black Jesus", sets the tone for the rest of the song. The title itself plays on the idea of merging two polarizing figures - one entirely good (Jesus) and the other entirely bad (the devil). However, their fusion culminates into something that is neither entirely good nor entirely bad.
The lyrics delve further into a world that is full of complexities and contradictions. The lines "Heaven closes, hell freezes" indicate that even the most unprecedented or unprecedented event can occur. The lyrics, "Egos trippin, scripts keep flippin... Haters fightin, righteous payin," implies the disparity in society and how people from different backgrounds live in an unbalanced world.
The chorus "They call me white devil, black Jesus" is repeated throughout the song, reinforcing the idea that the singer is an amalgamation of these two identities, further cemented through the lines, "They call me Black Jesus, White Moses." The song doesn't draw a definite conclusion, but it ends on a note of defiance and tells the listeners to rise above the noise and listen to the sound of their heart to truly live life to the fullest."
Line by Line Meaning
hey call me White Devil, Black Jesus
He is referred to both as the White Devil and Black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Strange things are happening around and against him
Egos trippin, scripts keep flippin
People are becoming proud and scripts are changing
Bloods keep bloodin, Crips keep crippin
Violent groups are continuing their violent ways
Time keeps slippin and I keep fallin
Time is moving fast and he is struggling to keep up
I can't see but I hear them callin
He cannot see what's happening, but he can feel and hear that people are calling him
Ballers ballin, players playin
People who have money are spending it and dating goes on
Haters fightin, righteous payin
People with negativity are fighting while people with constructive mindsets are making progress
Dawn breakin Manhattan keep makin
The new day in Manhattan has begun and progress is being made
Brooklyn keep takin, shook ones keep shakin
Brooklyn is still making progress and people are still nervous and scared of their surroundings
No time for fakin, not me
There's no time for pretending or lying, especially not for him
I ain't jumpin no bars, just risin like cream
He's not going to prison, but he is rising to the top
And if you diggin the scene, you feelin the vibes
If you like the surrounding environment, you will feel good vibes
Throw your hands in the air, scream out you alive
Get excited, raise your arms and shout that you are alive
They call me Black Jesus, White Moses
He is called Black Jesus and White Moses in different situations
be-boy poses, punk rock chicks
Hip-hop dancers and rebellious girls are around him
The kids are alright but I need my fix
The surroundings are good, but he still needs something to make him feel better
If you dig in the mix, feelin the drugs
If you are consuming drugs, you can get lost in the mix
If you keepin it real, if you livin like thugs
If you are being honest and living a violent lifestyle
I spit kisses and hugs like .45 slugs
His affectionate behavior is intense like a high caliber bullet
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Come back again and kiss him, like he's the only one for you
Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry
He has an intimidating presence and a voice that commands attention
Half a dozen women that I think I want to marry
He has many women in his life, some of whom he wants to marry
Got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin to lose
He is going through a tough time but is determined not to lose
And still I gotta find me someone to abuse
He still needs to find someone to mistreat
So won't you run spread the news, help say the word
Help him spread his fame and accomplishments
You jump the fuck back and just act like you heard
Pretend like you knew him and acknowledge his presence
They call me white sinner, black martyr
He's been called contradictory names like white sinner and black martyr
Livewire, firestarter
He has a lot of energy and is often the source of starting something
Jungle Brother, redneck cracker
He is diverse and not easily categorized into any particular group
Freak of nature, new world slacker
He is an oddity and tends to stay away from overcommitting to the present societal norms
Sex junkie lookin for a dealer
He is always seeking out sexual encounters and needs someone to provide him with the opportunity
You could play the leper, girl, and I could play the healer
He's willing to take anyone's problems, no matter how bad they are
Shit is only gettin realer, baby, haven't you heard
The situation is becoming more intense, and he is asking if she is aware
That the Bird, Bird, Bird, yes, the Bird is the word
The Bird is the anthem of the moment
It go one for the troubled, two for the times
It has been a tough time for the people and the second number is for the current period of time
Three for my homies and four for the dimes
The next two numbers are respectively for the guys around him and the attractive women he has with him
Singin lemons to the limes to the break of dawn
He is singing and dancing until dawn
Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast, you're on
Excuse him to Everlast to take the stage for the next six minutes
And it go on and on like a rolling stone
The situation continues like a never-ending story
Baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home
He can make any place his own and feel comfortable there
Contributed by James K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@lucieshewdoelare3995
His voice is truly incredible.
@whisknbraise
Damn. I adore deep voices. This is excellent.
@vinzelrato
Incredible Bjorn Berge !
@Robin8707
Nice cover Everlast forever
@mrvoorhees100
i saw him in a local music store in Haugesund when i was delivering a guitar.
@DillonScottDVM
musical genious.. better then the real version in my oppinon
@Emipapa1964
top...good Music-good Man...top
@GroovyGuitar02
rhaaaaaa ça tue <3 j'ai trop hate d'aller le voir a montpellier :D
@JanMartinBrenden
This is better than Everlast, this sound is cool, and it have good melody
@lenamariestar
åååå heia bjørn tihiiii.....