Lyrics
A collection of lyrics from Cæcilie's albums, all written by her.
Slow Fruit
Power To The Fools | Norby
The awkwardness of a skinny long legged school girl
With the beauty of a swan
Slamming doors when the grown-ups worry 'bout her
Just wanna smoke away the dawn
Skies full of clouds - Turbulence
That'll smash her visions to the ground
The Einstein-ness of a sixteen year old lady
Versus purity of youth
Gives up on the "wasted souls" around her
Gonna tell the world the truth
Freestyle in Space - No dear mum - No embrace
Roads paved with stones
That will shake her mind and body to the bone
I treasure those days
The little scar on my face
I worship my wounds
Cause today I play by own rules
Power to the fools
The artificial brightness glows like Diamonds
Like Lucys in the Sky
A shortcut to the land of 5 dimensions
You know, she's much too tough to cry
Off-piste in space - Yellow mist - Purple haze
Dangerous Zone that will shake your mind and body to the bone
I treasure those days
The little scar on my face
I worship my wounds
Cause today I play myself
I treasure my pain
The dearest trophy I gained
I worship my wounds
Cause today I use my own tools
Power to the fools
A Heart Is Not A Toy | Norby
A heart is not a toy
Made for fun or joy
Or something children play with
It's purely flesh and blood
Truly made by God
A fountainhead of innocence and dreams
A heart is not a lump,
Plain muscle or a pump
For simple circulation
She's the purest gold
And if she once turns cold
It will be reflected where she goes
Do you cry? Do you laugh?
Are you whole? Are you half?
Has anybody torn your wings apart?
Did you sing summer songs
On those cold winter morns?
Whom do you tell your History, old Heart?
A heart is not a toy
A double faced decoy
Working undercover
She's fragile and naive
Doesn't smell the thief
Until he is dancing through her door
Do you cry? Do you laugh?
Are you whole? Are you half?
Has anybody torn your wings apart?
Did you shout in the field
Did your scars ever heal?
Whom do you tell your history, old Heart?
Your private pains and victories, old Heart?
First Conversation
Leaving Town For The Weekend | Norby
I've got a fancy flat - that kind some people'd die for
A Bohemienne with a cat - I live the life I´ve cried for
But what a bore to sit alone and watch the lovers holding hands
I've got the finest view in town
I look at squares and towers
But now I pull my curtains down and give away my flowers
Cause today I want to flee from this city
I'm searching one place - I look for one face:
I'm leaving town for the weekend
To where grass is greener
And air is cleaner
And you are around
I pack my bags and my daydream
I'll go any Friday - I'll sing on the highway
Till you hear the sound
I'm not cool with neon lit skies or
Coma cats with goo-goo eyes
The urge to leave comes alive
There´s no such a thing as love in its spring
I found my thrill - across the bridge
Beyond the hill - the sweetest itch
I'll be travelling miles
I'm leaving town for the weekend
Have a break from the mainstream
And wake up with my daydream
And see the new sun arise
I'm leaving town for my lifetime
With my soul in a suitcase
A smile on my new face
To meet Life on a new ground
First Conversation | Norby
If you could speak would you describe where you've been
The world you came from?
Do the babies fall from stars above
Or are they chemical results of love?
Were you meant for me
As I was meant for you?
And could you tell us where you journey began
On a spirit planet?
Are you a sacret gift in flesh and blood
Carried by the thought of God?
Did He call for you as He once called for me?
Your first reply is an everlasting smile
My breathing child - I am breathless by surprise
We get wiser through the brain
But somehow wiser through the pain
I just believe in you as you believe in me.
How did you find us - Did you choose from a list
A "Parents Yellow Pages"?
Or did we meet as angels in a dream
Or were you just the strongest in the stream
Did you reappear from Heaven somewhere near?
Your precious little face holds that secret
I don't care - Now you're here!
Kyrie II | Norby & Danielsson
Du titter på mig från en bild
Dina ögon var så blå dom som tänt mig
I mina sinnan är du kvar
Jag tänker ofta på vad som hänt dig
Den dag när sommarn förde bort dig
Hördes ingen röst
Fåglar sjunger igen
Det ger mig ingen tröst
Jag bränner minnen med din bild
Din kärlek var min eld röd som lågan
Kände tvekan i din blick
Men aldrig fick jag svar på min fråga
Den dag när sommarn förde bort dig
Hördes ingen röst
Fåglar sjunger igen
Det ger mig ingen tröst
Songs
Slow Fruit
First Conversation