The title track «Pangea» - the first single from their upcoming album - shows a band who can still write anthems in Norwegian, and that easily can play at both big festival stages and at small village parties.
Kråkesølv’s music is still anchored in two guitars, bass, drums and lyrics written in their own dialect. But this time they have forced themselves to paint with a broader brush. «Pangea» shows a band challenging staid frameworks, and they are moving into landscapes that bands like Dungen and Radiohead have plowed before. But, as always, Kråkesølv land safely on their own Northern Norwegian feet.
The reason why Kråkesølv now are taking a different direction than before, is mainly due to their producer, Lars Horntveth (Jaga Jazzist, Susanne Sundfør). In addition to producing, he has contributed in many ways, with giving good advice, with being a motivator and with playing instruments like piano, mellotron and vibraphone. Throughout the entire recording process, Horntveth has also been offering them fresh coffee and fiery cheers.
Their lyrics have the same melancholy character that has coloured Kråkesølv’s universe since their debut album, and they continue to make connections between interpersonal and universal matters.
Støv
Kråkesølv Lyrics
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Men praten gir meg ingenting
Kan formelig hør stemmen din
Gjør meg utilpass
Et klandra æ mæ sjøl for at æ
Ikke føl me sjøl før at
Og sant å si så e det på sin plass
Til himmel'n og ett til gata
Samme om jeg ble slått ned
Eller samlet inn kollekt
Men en stemme sa jeg er nødt
Til å ligge på legevakta
Så jeg slapp å våkne av
At tarmen min har sprengt
Hjertet mitt ble rota mi
Til tingene jeg skreiv
Så hånda mi ble stammen og hver
Finger ble til en grein
Men hjertet begynte å rote til
De tingene jeg skreiv
For hånda begynte å stamme nå
Og fingerne de grein
Ingen er av stein, trent til å være slått av
Vet du at jeg ikke føler ting når de spør
Kan du skrive en autograf til
En jente som ble voldtatt?
Hilser du på lillesøster'n min før hun dør?
Alt æ har e støv
Støv, støv, støv, støv, støv
Æ har støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
Æ har støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
Støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
Æ har støv på mæ
Hva sier man til et barn
Som ikke har en anelse?
Den eldste søstera ber meg smile
Og bare snakke vanlig
Vanlig? Henda mine er vasket I sprit
Jeg sier hei og lurer på
Hva som er passende smil smil, Raggen
For I morgen sier de det blir for sent
Hun sier nå har jeg møtt deg
Nå mangler bare 50 Cent
Både hun og jeg og moren
Og faren hennes lo da
Til hun sa at når jeg skrives
Ut ska' jeg spille fotball, fuck as
Om Gud noen gang var hard å godta
Så var dette en god grunn
Til at barnetroen slos av
Slos av, legen gav hun åtte-og-førti timer
Og jeg fikk rekvirert drosje hjem
Som takk for bryet mitt
"Støv" by Kråkesølv is a complex and introspective song that delves into themes of isolation, guilt, and the struggle to connect with oneself and others.
The first verse addresses the disconnect the singer feels when they receive a phone call. Despite hearing the voice on the other end, they don't feel any connection or understanding. They blame themselves for not being more in touch with their own feelings and emotions, and acknowledge that it is necessary to address this inner turmoil.
The second verse explores the singer's plea for someone to listen and understand them. They ask for a sympathetic ear, someone who can receive their pain and struggles without judgment. They express a desire for someone to acknowledge their suffering and offer support. However, they are met with a dismissive response, as someone suggests they need medical attention rather than emotional validation. This rejection reinforces their feelings of isolation and alienation.
The chorus, "Alt æ har e støv" (All I have is dust), is a metaphorical representation of the singer's internal state. They feel dusty, dirty, and weighed down by their own conscience. There is a deep sense of guilt that the singer is carrying, and they feel the weight of their actions and the consequences that have resulted from them.
The third verse introduces a conversation with a child who is unaware of the darkness and pain in the world. The singer is unable to respond with a cheerful and "normal" conversation, as they are consumed by their own struggles. Despite their hands being cleaned with alcohol, indicating an attempt to rid themselves of their sins, they are unable to escape the heavy burden of their conscience. They ponder what a suitable smile would be, highlighting the difficulty of pretending a sense of normalcy in the face of inner turmoil.
The final lines of the song allude to a conversation involving God and a doctor. The singer questions the existence and benevolence of God, using the mention of a challenging medical procedure as evidence to challenge their faith. The doctor's response to the situation seems indifferent and detached, further emphasizing the singer's feelings of abandonment. As a result, the singer is left feeling unappreciated and invisible, illustrated by the simple offer of a taxi ride home as gratitude for their struggles.
Overall, "Støv" is a deeply introspective song that explores themes of disconnection, guilt, and the struggle to find solace and understanding in a world that feels indifferent. The lyrics convey complex emotions and inner battles, shining a light on the singer's search for validation and connection amidst their pain and guilt.
Line by Line Meaning
Æ ser at telefonen ring
I see that the phone is ringing
Men praten gir meg ingenting
But the conversation gives me nothing
Kan formelig hør stemmen din
I can almost hear your voice
Gjør meg utilpass
It makes me uncomfortable
Et klandra æ mæ sjøl for at æ
I blame myself for
Ikke føl me sjøl før at
Not feeling myself until
Og sant å si så e det på sin plass
And to be honest, it's appropriate
Alt jeg ba om var et øre
All I asked for was an ear
Til himmel'n og ett til gata
To heaven and one to the street
Samme om jeg ble slått ned
Even if I got beaten
Eller samlet inn kollekt
Or collected money
Men en stemme sa jeg er nødt
But a voice said I have to
Til å ligge på legevakta
To lie in the emergency room
Så jeg slapp å våkne av
So I didn't have to wake up to
At tarmen min har sprengt
That my intestine has burst
Hjertet mitt ble rota mi
My heart became my root
Til tingene jeg skreiv
To the things I wrote
Så hånda mi ble stammen og hver
So my hand became the trunk and each
Finger ble til en grein
Finger became a branch
Men hjertet begynte å rote til
But the heart started to mess up
De tingene jeg skreiv
The things I wrote
For hånda begynte å stamme nå
Because the hand started to stutter now
Og fingerne de grein
And the fingers they cried
Ingen er av stein, trent til å være slått av
Nobody is made of stone, trained to be beaten
Vet du at jeg ikke føler ting når de spør
Do you know that I don't feel anything when they ask
Kan du skrive en autograf til
Can you write an autograph to
En jente som ble voldtatt?
A girl who was raped?
Hilser du på lillesøster'n min før hun dør?
Do you say hello to my little sister before she dies?
Alt æ har e støv
All I have is dust
Støv, støv, støv, støv, støv
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust
Æ har støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
I have dust on me, dust on my conscience
Æ har støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
I have dust on me, dust on my conscience
Støv på mæ, støv på samvittigheta
Dust on me, dust on my conscience
Æ har støv på mæ
I have dust on me
Hva sier man til et barn
What do you say to a child
Som ikke har en anelse?
Who has no clue?
Den eldste søstera ber meg smile
The oldest sister asks me to smile
Og bare snakke vanlig
And just talk normal
Vanlig? Henda mine er vasket I sprit
Normal? My hands are washed in alcohol
Jeg sier hei og lurer på
I say hello and wonder
Hva som er passende smil smil, Raggen
What is an appropriate smile, smile, Raggen
For I morgen sier de det blir for sent
Because tomorrow they say it'll be too late
Hun sier nå har jeg møtt deg
She says now I've met you
Nå mangler bare 50 Cent
Now I just need 50 Cent
Både hun og jeg og moren
Both her and me and her mother
Og faren hennes lo da
And her father laughed then
Til hun sa at når jeg skrives
Until she said that when I'm written
Ut ska' jeg spille fotball, fuck as
Out I'll play football, fuck assholes
Om Gud noen gang var hard å godta
If God was ever hard to accept
Så var dette en god grunn
This was a good reason
Til at barnetroen slos av
To turn off the childlike faith
Slos av, legen gav hun åtte-og-førti timer
Turned off, the doctor gave her forty-eight hours
Og jeg fikk rekvirert drosje hjem
And I got a taxi home as prescribed
Som takk for bryet mitt
As a thank you for my trouble
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