Tynn Tråd
DumDum Boys Lyrics


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Det er gode tider for dårlig nytt.
Tar ett skritt dit, og ett skritt feil,
Og får en liten dytt.
Når klokka slår tolv, tar de fart.
Tiden går i ring, du går i spin, så i svart.

Ser alt for mye, litt for fort.
og blikket vender lengere enn mort

Ref.
Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med, vi skal samme sted.

Den lengste veien går gatelangs,
på egenhånd med alt og tape,
og ingen sjangs.
lyden av en telefon, som ingen tar.
Er den vonde lyden, av helt feil svar.

Til slutt er det ett fett hva man tror
står igjen helt full av tomme ord

Ref.
Vi henger alle i en tynn,
tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med,
vi skal samme sted.

Vi henger alle i en tynn,
tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med,




vi skal samme sted.
x2

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dumdum Boys's song Tynn tråd depict the uncertainty and fragility of life. The opening line, "Det er gode tider for dårlig nytt" (It's a good time for bad news), sets the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics describe how one misstep can send a person spiraling out of control, and how time seems to move in circles while the individual feels trapped in a cycle. The singer sees too much, too quickly, and is unable to catch up.


The chorus, "Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd. Ingenting å stresse med, vi skal samme sted" (We're all hanging by a thin, thin thread. There's no need to stress, we're all going to the same place), speaks to the idea that everyone is ultimately facing the same fate, and worrying about it won't change the outcome. The second verse describes the loneliness of walking down the longest road alone, with no chance of success, and the disappointment of realizing that sometimes, the phone won't ring with the answers we want to hear. In the end, it's all just empty words and beliefs, and we're left holding onto that thin thread.


Line by Line Meaning

Det er gode tider for dårlig nytt.
Bad news always seems to be prevalent in good times.


Tar ett skritt dit, og ett skritt feil,
Making progress, but with occasional missteps.


Og får en liten dytt.
And experiencing minor setbacks along the way.


Når klokka slår tolv, tar de fart.
When the clock strikes twelve, they pick up speed.


Tiden går i ring, du går i spin, så i svart.
Time moves in circles while you feel lost and confused.


Ser alt for mye, litt for fort.
Seeing too much, too quickly.


og blikket vender lengere enn mort
And the gaze extends farther than necessary.


Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd.
We're all hanging by a thin, thin thread.


Ingenting å stresse med, vi skal samme sted.
No need to stress, we're all headed to the same place.


Den lengste veien går gatelangs,
The longest road is walked alone, on the streets.


på egenhånd med alt og tape,
Alone with everything to lose.


og ingen sjangs.
And no chance for success.


lyden av en telefon, som ingen tar.
The sound of a phone that no one answers.


Er den vonde lyden, av helt feil svar.
It's the painful sound of the wrong answer.


Til slutt er det ett fett hva man tror
In the end, it doesn't matter what one believes.


står igjen helt full av tomme ord
Left with nothing but empty words.


Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd.
We're all hanging by a thin, thin thread.


Ingenting å stresse med,
No need to stress,


vi skal samme sted.
We're all headed to the same place.


Vi henger alle i en tynn, tynn tråd.
We're all hanging by a thin, thin thread.


Ingenting å stresse med,
No need to stress,


vi skal samme sted.
We're all headed to the same place.




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