Side Brok were pioneers in terms of normalizing norwegian language in rap after many years where english was the norm and norwegian was considered ill-fitting for anything other than novelty-rap. They helped achieve this alongside contemporaries such as Tungtvann and Dirty Oppland by embracing regional quirks in terms of culture and dialect -- thus shifting the focus of their craft from the US to the norwegian countryside. Side Brok originate from the same village as the inventor of nynorsk, Ivar Aasen. Nynorsk is one of the two branches of written norwegian language, deviced as an antidote to the erosion of the original norwegian during the period when Norway was under danish rule. The parallel with Side Brok's influence on the norwegian hip hop scene is hard to come around.
The band was awarded "Årets Urørt" (Music award given to Norway's best up-and-coming artists) in 2004 and have released three full length albums. The band name, Side Brok, is norwegian dialect for "sagging pants". The members of Side Brok are Sjef R and his alter ego Thorstein Hyl III, Skatebård, Sirkelsag, Tore B, Odd G and Tunk.
Web-page: www.sidebrok.no
1 2 3 Fyre
Side Brok Lyrics
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opp i pipa, køyre opp på sida /
tebakelent stil i baksete /
føle mej så høge så ne anne grete /
prøys, stein som ei røys /
baar hænge ut gjønå glase, snakka berre tøys /
stoppa for raudt lys, bil i frigir /
thorstein hyl i baksete med fristil /
som melodi grand prix [vrooom] /
me køyre bil med barskap, et liv med latskap /
å kruse med krus kontroll, ha! det e ei smal sak /
det e´kje ei smaks sak om du lika side brok /
he du side brok? /
ej he ei side taske, halvfulle flaske /
in vino veritas, det e´kje en floskel /
klisjée e at veje e måle /
for me veit´kje kar me skal men me veit at me når det /
nypussa tenne, nypussa grill /
me veit´kje ka me vil, men me fe det til
chor.:
1, 2, 3, me fyre /
side brok, ja me teke på oss brye /
thorstein hyl, ej drive køyre-forbi-skryting /
baar sitte på og sjef r styre
me sette ned farta, rulla ned glase /
og skreme folk med obskøne frase /
ej skjenne og skryte, røle og lyge /
ej e´kje kjende for å vær spesielt blyge /
ej skyte rim [bucka bucka] /
tungå beint i monne, mens auene flakka /
folk dei flagga når me kjøme forbi /
fordi... yo, dei tåre ikkje anna /
me kjøyre seint, men me kjøyre hart /
børna på hjørna, e det rart /
me styre natta med harde hand /
me styre heile bygda som en handelsstand /
hårre steikje det mann, der e inga tvil /
me kjøyre en god bil, en god stil /
det e ingen så syte, ingen så elga /
me kjøyre heile helga på feite felga /
me glide frå side te side /
sjef r smile og skatebaar glise /
inga kvide, ingen sure mine /
for me e alltid blide når me e ute og svide
(chor.)
frå vik te volda, volda te vik /
å glide heile helga e et jevla slit /
men nåken må nå gjer det /
alle kan lære det /
alt en trenge e en bil og bensinpenge /
og ei femme... eller fem /
og en sjåfør så aldri skal heimgjen /
me trenge å bevege oss, aldri stå stille /
ront og ront som ei vinylrille /
me he bilstereo med gode bass /
og på baksete e der alltid plass /
te ekstra kjekse, ekstra heimeguta /
fleire passasjera enn hurtigruta /
fyll på, me trenge litt trengsel /
for snart e det fem nye daga med lengsel
(chor.)
The song "1, 2, 3, fyre" by Side Brok is an upbeat and lively song that talks about car rides and cruising with friends. The lyrics depict a scene where the singer and his friends are driving around in a car, feeling invincible and carefree while enjoying their time together.
The first few lines of the song describe the act of starting the car and driving away. The singer mentions that they are feeling relaxed and comfortable in the backseat, and they are conversing casually with each other. As they drive around, they encounter red lights and traffic but are not bothered by them. They continue to have fun and feel free, cruising around in their car.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "1, 2, 3, fyre", which is a rallying cry for Side Brok fans. The group takes pride in their music and their ability to have a good time, causing others to turn their heads and take notice. They revel in their freedom and the thrill of being on the road, feeling as though they are the kings of their town.
Overall, the song "1, 2, 3, fyre" is a fun and lively depiction of carefree car culture. The lyrics are upbeat and energetic, encouraging listeners to feel the same sense of freedom and youthful enthusiasm that the song's protagonists are experiencing.
Line by Line Meaning
te det 2 og 3, ej fyre
Starting the car and accelerating
opp i pipa, køyre opp på sida
Going fast and driving recklessly
tebakelent stil i baksete
Sitting casually in the backseat
føle mej så høge så ne anne grete
Feeling as though they are invincible
prøys, stein som ei røys
Driving over rough terrain
baar hænge ut gjønå glase, snakka berre tøys
Hanging out the window and talking nonsense
stoppa for raudt lys, bil i frigir
Running a red light with the car in neutral
thorstein hyl i baksete med fristil
A passenger in the back yelling and being wild
me teke laust og køyre mil ette mil
Driving casually and without care for miles and miles
som melodi grand prix [vrooom]
Driving with speed and energy
me køyre bil med barskap, et liv med latskap
Driving with a minibar and living lazily
å kruse med krus kontroll, ha! det e ei smal sak
Driving smoothly with control of the car
det e´kje ei smaks sak om du lika side brok
It doesn't matter if you like Side Brok or not
he du side brok?
Asking if the listener is a fan of Side Brok
ej he ei side taske, halvfulle flaske
Not bringing a bag, only half-full bottles of alcohol
in vino veritas, det e´kje en floskel
The truth is in the wine, it's not a cliche
klisjée e at veje e måle
The cliche is that measurement is important
for me veit´kje kar me skal men me veit at me når det
Not knowing where they are going but they will get there
nypussa tenne, nypussa grill
Clean teeth and clean grill (BBQ)
me veit´kje ka me vil, men me fe det til
Not knowing what they want, but they will achieve it anyway
chor.:
Chorus
1, 2, 3, me fyre
Accelerating and driving fast
side brok, ja me teke på oss brye
Listening to Side Brok and causing trouble
thorstein hyl, ej drive køyre-forbi-skryting
Thorstein is yelling while they pass by
baar sitte på og sjef r styre
Just sitting and letting the driver handle everything
me sette ned farta, rulla ned glase
Slowing down and rolling down the windows
og skreme folk med obskøne frase
Scaring people with obscene phrases
ej skjenne og skryte, røle og lyge
Drinking and bragging, messing around and lying
ej e´kje kjende for å vær spesielt blyge
Not known for being shy
ej skyte rim [bucka bucka]
Creating rap lyrics
tungå beint i monne, mens auene flakka
Heavy feet on the gas pedal, while the eyes wander
folk dei flagga når me kjøme forbi
People wave when they drive by
fordi... yo, dei tåre ikkje anna
Because they have no other choice
me kjøyre seint, men me kjøyre hart
Driving slow but hard
børna på hjørna, e det rart
Children on the corner, is it strange?
me styre natta med harde hand
Taking control of the night
me styre heile bygda som en handelsstand
Controlling the entire town like a business
hårre steikje det mann, der e inga tvil
Hard-core, no doubt about it
me kjøyre en god bil, en god stil
Driving a good car, with good style
det e ingen så syte, ingen så elga
No one complains, no one hinders
me kjøyre heile helga på feite felga
Driving all weekend on fat rims
me glide frå side te side
Gliding from side to side
sjef r smile og skatebaar glise
Feeling proud and smiling
inga kvide, ingen sure mine
No worries or angry faces
for me e alltid blide når me e ute og svide
Always happy when out cruising
(chor.)
Chorus
frå vik te volda, volda te vik
Driving from one town to another
å glide heile helga e et jevla slit
Driving all weekend is tiring
men nåken må nå gjer det
But someone has to do it
alle kan lære det
Everyone can learn it
alt en trenge e en bil og bensinpenge
All you need is a car and money for gas
og ei femme... eller fem
And a girl... or five
og en sjåfør så aldri skal heimgjen
And a driver who never wants to go home
me trenge å bevege oss, aldri stå stille
They need to move, never staying still
ront og ront som ei vinylrille
Repeating the same routine like a vinyl record
me he bilstereo med gode bass
Having a car stereo with good bass
og på baksete e der alltid plass
And there is always room in the backseat
te ekstra kjekse, ekstra heimeguta
For extra snacks and extra friends
fleire passasjera enn hurtigruta
More passengers than a cruise ship
fyll på, me trenge litt trengsel
Fill up, they need a bit of crowd
for snart e det fem nye daga med lengsel
Because soon there will be five more days of longing
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RUNAR GUDNASON, KNUT PETTER SAEVIK
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@OskarBeezy
Hvorfor denne ikke har mer tittinger er for meg ett stort spørsmål. Klassiker!
@sjefr
Det er nok fordi den nettopp er lagt ut igjen. Den ligg òg ein annan plass med over 130.000 visningar. (Men kvaliteten var så dårleg, derfor la eg den ut på nytt.)
@karefpv2163
En av de beste. Masse råning og litt børning med denne i oppveksten.
@user-qp1jf8tc1w
🎶 🎸
@basementgang6911
fantastisk track
@teoot4292
Best Norvegan me me
@ingerjohansen4204
Blei no rådebygd :D
@carolinejohannessen9563
Woooo!!!
@jhsevs
nyyydelig
@nikkoazz
Ja, fikk vel en metoo-dom han fyren her og tenker jeg.