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
Setra
Side Brok Lyrics
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Ei femkilosbytte ej he kjøpt på kreta
På krita ej drikke retsina
Det e den finaste ta alle fine vina
Ej huska me gru tebake på den tida
Det sterkaste du kunne få i hovde va asina
Og luks pærebrus og rc nei
Det e'kje nåke for en ekte mc nei
Når ej ligge opp på setra og bitte blomsterkransa
Bedøva og forsterka alle mine sansa
Pringe rundt i graset nakje og dansa
Ej ligge opp på setra og mekra
Fuglane synge og gjeitene breka
Ej breaka på ei steinhelle
Laga lyrikk som aldri vil selle
For ingen forste hip hop frå hovdebygda
Ej kan like godt gå på folketrygda
Kall det ka du vil kall det kunst
Kall det litt verbal brunst
Ej måla bilde med ord ej kan rappe i en time om en fjord
Ej finne fram palette min
Og bjynde å pensle sympati empati antipati
Alle mulige slags kjensle
Og det fordi at sjela mi
Og hjernå mi treng det
Ej ligge opp på setra og sle ta
Telefone no vil ej berre dyrke meta
Fora om fauna og flora
Språkblomster om liv på dinne jorda
For sjøl om der e monge så plyndra og hora
So vil ej bade i måne og symje i sola
Det kan'kje ver so særli komisk
Å gå rundt og ver kronisk misantropisk
Ej smile breitt og teke alt med stoisk ro
Det e logisk no å håpe at lukkå vil gro som grase bak do
Og i mens so ligge ej på setra og ler
Høyre og føle snusa og ser
At vårsola i bakkane blenkje
Det fe mej te å slutte å tenkje
For alt e en sirkel rett og slett
Ej teke en blomst og spela russisk bukett
The lyrics to Side Brok's song Setra maintain a profound appreciation for nature, solitude, and creative expression. The singer marvels at the beauty of the mountains and the wildflowers that encompass them, while enjoying a five-pound Feta cheese he purchased on the Greek island of Crete, and drinking Retsina, the finest of all fine wines. The singer reminisces on the past, when the strongest drink you could get was Asina, and when luxury sodas like pear and RC were not appealing to genuine motorcycle club enthusiasts like himself. The singer finds his blissful state of mind through the natural high of his surroundings, getting lost in the moment and dancing with abandon.
The second verse of the song continues to emphasize the singer's love and admiration for his rural environment. The singer takes inspiration from the scenic vistas and creates lyrics that will never lose their relevance or meaning. He asserts that despite coming from a place far from the birthplace of hip-hop, he can still create meaningful art, and he finds the power of expression through his ability to paint vibrant word pictures. He uses his vocabulary and imagination to portray intense emotions and ideas, appreciating that his soul and brain require it.
Setra is a call for self-reflection and appreciation for the wonders of nature. The song espouses the idea of disconnecting from the rest of the world and reconnecting with oneself. It serves as an ode to the quietness and beauty of a simple life spent in the wild. The song encourages listeners to look inward, forget the distractions of the world, and embrace the moments of solitude that inspire creativity and tranquility.
Line by Line Meaning
Ej ligge opp på setra og ete feta
I am lying on a mountain pasture, eating feta cheese.
Ei femkilosbytte ej he kjøpt på kreta
I bought a five-kilo load in Crete.
På krita ej drikke retsina
I drink retsina on credit.
Det e den finaste ta alle fine vina
It is the finest of all the fine wines.
Ej huska me gru tebake på den tida
I remember with horror back in those days.
Det sterkaste du kunne få i hovde va asina
The strongest thing you could get in your head was asina.
Og luks pærebrus og rc nei
And luxury pear soda and RC, no.
Det e'kje nåke for en ekte mc nei
It's not something for a true MC, no.
Ej trenge rus i og gjønå stimulansa
I don't need drugs or other stimulants.
Når ej ligge opp på setra og bitte blomsterkransa
When I lie on the mountain pasture with a tiny flower crown.
Bedøva og forsterka alle mine sansa
Numbing and enhancing all my senses.
Pringe rundt i graset nakje og dansa
Rolling around in the grass naked and dancing.
Ej ligge opp på setra og mekra
I'm up on the mountain pasture working.
Fuglane synge og gjeitene breka
Birds singing and goats bleating.
Ej breaka på ei steinhelle
I'm sitting on a rock slab.
Laga lyrikk som aldri vil selle
Creating lyrics that will never sell.
For ingen forste hip hop frå hovdebygda
Because no one liked hip-hop from the Hovde village.
Ej kan like godt gå på folketrygda
I might as well go on social security.
Kall det ka du vil kall det kunst
Call it what you want, call it art.
Kall det litt verbal brunst
Call it a little verbal outburst.
Ej måla bilde med ord ej kan rappe i en time om en fjord
I paint pictures with words, I can rap for an hour about a fjord.
Ej finne fram palette min
I take out my palette.
Og bjynde å pensle sympati empati antipati
And start painting sympathy, empathy, and antipathy.
Alle mulige slags kjensle
All kinds of emotions.
Og det fordi at sjela mi
And that's because my soul.
Og hjernå mi treng det
And my brain needs it.
Ej ligge opp på setra og sle ta
I lie on the mountain pasture, relax and enjoy.
Telefone no vil ej berre dyrke meta
I don't want to only cultivate metadata on my phone.
Fora om fauna og flora
Talking about the wildlife and plants.
Språkblomster om liv på dinne jorda
Language flowers about life on this earth.
For sjøl om der e monge så plyndra og hora
Because even though there are many who plunder and whore.
So vil ej bade i måne og symje i sola
I still want to bathe in the moon and swim in the sun.
Det kan'kje ver so særli komisk
It can't be that funny after all.
Å gå rundt og ver kronisk misantropisk
To walk around being chronically misanthropic.
Ej smile breitt og teke alt med stoisk ro
I smile broadly and take everything with stoic calmness.
Det e logisk no å håpe at lukkå vil gro som grase bak do
It's logical now to hope that luck will grow like grass behind the toilet.
Og i mens so ligge ej på setra og ler
And meanwhile, I lie on the mountain pasture and laugh.
Høyre og føle snusa og ser
Hearing, feeling and seeing the snus.
At vårsola i bakkane blenkje
That the spring sun is shining in the hills.
Det fe mej te å slutte å tenkje
It makes me not want to stop thinking.
For alt e en sirkel rett og slett
Because everything is a circle, plain and simple.
Ej teke en blomst og spela russisk bukett
I pick a flower and play a Russian bouquet.
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@Martinkjelstad
Kul sang, gode minner, flotte bilder og morsom komposisjon. Humret en del må jeg si :) Bra schtøkke arbeid! "Føretrekke hasj og jazz framfør sprit og Pantera"
@GreenIllness
Putlen prestasjon au powerpoint presentasjon, mann.
@KennethMarthinussenMot
Latterkikk 😨
@evenberg8499
Det spilles kornett, og ikke saksofon her.