Originally the b… Read Full Bio ↴Postgirobygget is a Norwegian rock band from Oslo.
Originally the band was formed while studying in Trondheim, calling themselves Pist of Sons, they became a popular live band. They have remained one of Norway's most popular live bands ever since.
By 1996, their line-up was:
Arne Hurlén - guitar, vocals
Gunnar Westgaard - bass, chorus
Nils Petter Time - guitar, chorus
Øyvind Kolset - keyboards, harmonica
Per Sarin Madsen - drums, percussen, chorus
They recorded their first album in 1996 with the title Melis.
And then:
Essensuell (1997)
Supertanker (1999)
4-4-2 (2001)
Gull (2005)
Tidløs (2007)
Sommer i Norge (2013)
Blah Blah Blah
Postgirobygget Lyrics
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Ingen tragedier
Ingen pistol mot en tinnin
Kun unormal suksess
Folk snakker hull I mitt hode
Om sin egen vinning
Tшrker ut I taffelpraten
Sе gшy е hшre det gеr bra med deg
Du er forfremmet og har funnet din egen vei
Se det jeg driter I det
Alle snakker bare om seg selv
Det er bare jeg som snakker om
Meeeeeeg
Bare jeeeeeeg
Du har forandret deg
Hvorfor gеr alle til verre?
Har ingen svar dessverre
Jeg var som plommen, som plommen I egget
For god til е bli slеtt pе med slegge
Du mе ha trodd jeg var gongongen din
Du slo med slegge hver gang du ville inn
Se det du driter I det
Alle tenker bare pе seg selv
Det er bare jeg som tenker pе meg...
Jeg kunne vжrt din sigarett
Vi kunne blеst rшykringer sammen
Vi kunne levd et liv uten filter
Men du ser bare dine egne fornemmelser
Se det nе driter vi I det
Ikke tro jeg kom kun for е si det
Skal mitt hjerte knuses om og om og om igjen
Er det ingen her som bryr seg om kjжrligheten
Bare blah blah blah - hva med stakkars meg da
Bare blah blah blah - er det ingen her som bryr seg...
The first verse of the song Blah blah blah by Postgirobygget sets the stage for the rest of the song. The first lines state that there is no one hiding anything, no tragedies, and no pistols against the temple, only abnormal success. This implies that the singer is surrounded by people who are not genuine, only interested in their own gain, and more concerned with putting on a facade of success than being honest. The second line of the verse states that people are talking holes in the singer's head, essentially talking incessantly without regard for the listener.
The second verse moves away from the insincerity of the first verse and focuses on more mundane topics like dinner parties and small talk. The singer sarcastically thanks their host for the tasteless food and congratulates them on their promotion and the fact that they have found their own path. The singer asserts their own independence, stating that while others talk only about themselves, they are the only ones talking about themselves. Continuing on this theme of individuality, the singer tries to connect with someone who they feel could be like them, but ultimately is rebuffed for not fitting into the other person's idea of what they want.
The chorus of the song ties the two verses together with a plea for someone to care about the singer and not just dismiss their concerns as "blah blah blah." The song overall seems to be about feeling trapped and isolated in a world where everyone is trying to be something they are not, and no one seems to genuinely care about others. It is a poignant commentary on the relationship between society and the individual.
Line by Line Meaning
Ingen lik I skapet
There are no skeletons in my closet
Ingen tragedier
No tragic events have occurred
Ingen pistol mot en tinning
No one is pointing a gun at my head
Kun unormal suksess
Only abnormal success
Folk snakker hull I mitt hode
People keep talking about their own successes to me
Om sin egen vinning
About their own winnings
Tшrker ut I taffelpraten
I'm drying out during small talk
Ti tusen takk for den smaklшse maten
Thank you for the tasteless food
Sе gшy е hшre det gеr bra med deg
It's so much fun to hear that you're doing well
Du er forfremmet og har funnet din egen vei
You've been promoted and found your own path
Se det jeg driter I det
Look, I don't care about that
Alle snakker bare om seg selv
Everyone only talks about themselves
Det er bare jeg som snakker om Meeeeeeg
It's only me who talks about meeee
Du har forandret deg
You've changed
Hvorfor gеr alle til verre?
Why does everyone get worse?
Har ingen svar dessverre
Unfortunately, I have no answers
Jeg var som plommen, som plommen I egget
I was like a plum, like a plum in the shell
For god til е bli slеtt pе med slegge
Too good to be hit with a sledgehammer
Du mе ha trodd jeg var gongongen din
You must have thought I was your toy
Du slo med slegge hver gang du ville inn
You hit me with a sledgehammer every time you wanted in
Se det du driter I det
Look, you don't care about that
Alle tenker bare pе seg selv
Everyone only thinks about themselves
Det er bare jeg som tenker pе meg...
It's only me who thinks about me...
Jeg kunne vжrt din sigarett
I could have been your cigarette
Vi kunne blеst rшykringer sammen
We could have blown smoke rings together
Vi kunne levd et liv uten filter
We could have lived a life without filters
Men du ser bare dine egne fornemmelser
But you only see your own feelings
Se det nе driter vi I det
Look, now we don't care about that
Ikke tro jeg kom kun for е si det
Don't think I came only to say that
Skal mitt hjerte knuses om og om og om igjen
Should my heart be broken over and over and over again
Er det ingen her som bryr seg om kjжrligheten
Is there no one here who cares about love
Bare blah blah blah - hva med stakkars meg da
Just blah blah blah - what about poor me then
Bare blah blah blah - er det ingen her som bryr seg...
Just blah blah blah - is there no one here who cares...
Contributed by Alyssa N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.