Lyrics

A collection of lyrics from Cæcilie's albums, all written by her.

Arabesque

The Dead Princess | M. Ravel / C. Norby

Dance - 'til death you'll dance like a haunted swan
Red - your shoes are red like the roses you forget
When the limelight disappears
You're bound to

Dance - 'til death you'll dance like a long-lost lamb
Blue - your lips are blue like the icy heartless truth
Bursted dreams on broken glass
Gone in a flash

Once the sky was wide
Pink as princess pride
Once the wind was smooth
Blowing only youth
Your heart became black as the sea
But yet so unfree - So unfree

Dance - 'til death you'll dance like a haunted swan
Red - your shoes are red like the drops of blood you shed
When your eyes had no more tears
You're bound to

Dance - Last step you dance lost in solitude
Thin - so paper thin is the space between your skin
And your thousand pounding veins
Look you became - Some hollow name -
Face in a frame

No Air | E. Satie / C. Norby

Stormy sentences fly from your mouth
No air
Accusations all gather in clouds
No air
Thirty-store buildings of cries and complaints
And thirty-four cyclones that keep you insane
And I
I watch the odd ballet your body performs
And I smile

Aching adjectives, negative nouns
No air
Absurd scenery - Where are the clowns?
No air
Towers constructed on yesterdays lies
You threaten to crash them in front of my eyes
And I
I listen instead to your melody
With my eyes closed

No Phrase | E. Satie / C. Norby

Sleepy breathing landscapes
Slowly waving flesh shapes
You are hunting dreams across my eyebrows
- my souls house

Watch you in the moonshine
Slalom down my waistline
You have travelled miles across my snow-land
With slow hands

My skin, my bones
My brain, my soul invite you
My seventh sense, my last defense
Despise you

I want you more than I can phrase
I love you more than I can phrase

My arms, my knees, my ears, my teeth
Invite you
My seventh sense, my weak defense
Despise you

Tattooing my cold feet
Celtic signs and poetry
Black volcanic heat waves
Steaming from my soul caves

My arms, my knees, my ears, my teeth
Invite you
My seventh sense, my raw defense
Invite you

I love you more than I can phrase
I want you more than I can phrase

My skin, my bones
My brain, my soul invite you
My seventh sense, my last defense
Despise you

The Tears of Billie Blue | C. Debussy / C. Norby

The tears of Billie Blue
As fine as flowers' morning dew
As frail as dying butterflies
That's how she cries
A young, naive and long legged girl
Lost in this world:

She loved him endlessly
Thought "Book of Heart" was ABC
Cause every word was poetry in her ears:

He said: "You're the almighty angel I just longed for
A powerful princess I want to write songs for..."
And so she listened...
Could not resist him...
Imagine kissing...
And one fine day she'd tell him:
"...mine, oh mine, he's only mine"

Girl, blue-eyed girl
Struggling hard to solve life's strange mysteries
Girl, foolish girl
Slave yourself and make a king of him
Soul, unwise soul
Loose yourself not once, not twice but always
Girl, lonely girl
Somewhere over the rainbow
Out of the shadow - like in a song -
Your prince will come

Still loves him endlessly
No magic fairies 1-2-3
But Billie's smiling
Inside she's crying so sad
And that's why
She always stays blue

Women of Santiago | L. Danielsson / C. Norby

There's a place I know
Where senora Zargas girls go
Where they wait for the red moon to rise,
Tie their dancing shoes and set their passion free

There is blood in the air
'round that little old gipsy dance square
Smell of gunpowder, sweat and good wine
Soon colored cards decide each destiny

Women of Santiago
Feel the southern winds blow
It's time to tango - Time to crush a heart
Women of Santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Through the sweet and sour - 'til they die

As the rhythms rise
Jealousy allures like cats eyes
Every step - a knife in the wound
A choreography of language from the heart

Women of Santiago
Feel the southern winds blow
It is time to tango - Time to crush a heart
Women of Santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Through blessed and cursed - 'til they die

There's a place they say
Where senora Zargas girls stay
'til the sunrise reveals every sin
And laughter lets the new day begin

Pavane | G. Fauré / C. Norby

Far away the music starts to play
A sad and simple phrase we know
Soothing sound - that nails us to the ground
The moon is upside down - it flows

Persian scales recite old fairy tales
Compose a Seven Veils Rondo
View this land: white dusty dunes of sand
In resonance the grains will blow

Caravans against the red horizon line,
I hear each bell in every camels loaded burden
Strange melody flirting -
Well, I am not certain -
But tell me: Is this for real?

Listen soul, this symphony of gold
An arabesque unfolds - a dream
Silky air and velvet tones compare
To nothing or nowhere we've been

Caravan against the deep arabian night,
I hear each bell in every camels loaded burden
Strange melody flirting -
Well, I am not certain -
But tell me: Is this for real?

Far away the music starts to play
Wild future songs we didn't know
Soothing sounds - hear Gaya's spinning 'round
Her beings are all bound to grow

Scheherazade | N. Rimsky-Korsakov / C. Norby

There's a tale Scheherazade doesn't tell
There is one secret story she is keeping to herself
In the thousands of words she has spoken
Not one is revealing the truth

In the moonlight she opens her mind
There's a new blooming wonderland of fantasy to find
Graceful hands will be dancing 'til sunrise,
Fine lyrics illumining her eyes

She's the goddess of poems and tales
but she's not, if her bright imaginations once should fail
If her well should run empty,
Her Muse dry out simply
At nine hundred ninety
She loses it all
Scheherazade feeds the Sultan's romance
A broken trance:
And her wise head will fall

She's a phoenix of fables and plays
But tonight she will have to prove it to her fiancé
She will make him imagine
He's Sultan Aladdin
And she is his Jasmine
Their love will go on
Scheherazade - freed the bright nightingale
Her final tale
Counting 1001... That's the secret she keeps to herself...

Simple Theme | C. Norby

My feet are lifting off the ground
The street becomes a distant sound
I swear, this twilight trip's a whiz
It's rare you get a view like this

I just wanna get there - I just wanna get there in time
Nobody can stop me - when I'm hanging up here - I feel fine

Some days gravity are low
Depends on fantasy and flow
Makes you wanna drop the heavy weight of stones
These days - with ozone in your bones

I just wanna get there - I just wanna get there in time
Nobody can stop me - when I'm hanging up here - I feel fine

Hvirvelvinden | M. Legrand / C. Norby

Rundt, som en stor spiral i cirkler
Som et hjul, der går i spind
Uden start og uden ende
En gigantisk lukket ring
Som en snebold ned ad bjerget
Som en Tivoli ballon
Som en karussel der drejer
I sæson efter sæson
Som et ur med levende visere
Et utømmeligt timeglas
Og jorden som et æble i det stille univers
En evig uro i sig selv
Hvirvelvinden i din sjæl

Som en mørk tunnel du følger til du møder endnu én
Under jorden i en hule, ingen sol, kun kolde sten
Som en dør, der står og klaprer i en uforsonlig drøm
Som krusninger på vandet i den varme Juli strøm
Som et ur med levende visere. Et utømmeligt timeglas
Og jorden som et æble i det stille univers
En evig uro i sig selv
Hvirvelvinden i din sjæl

Nøgler klirrer i din lomme. Ord der synger i dit hoved
Hvorfor blev det aldrig sommer? Blev den revet op med rod?
Elskende vandrer trygt langs stranden. Fodspor i det våde sand
Stadig høres en fjern trommen eller klaprer tidens tand?
Billeder hænger i entréen og fragmenter af en sang
Glemte folk og glemte navne. Var de levende engang?
Da du vidste det var ovre, tog du efterårsfarvel
Fra det øjeblik, der glemte du farven i hans sjæl

Som en stor spiral i cirkler. Som et hjul, der går i spind
Uden start og uden ende. En gigantisk lukket ring
En dag, der aldrig går på held.
En evig uro i sig selv
Hvirvelvinde i din sjæl

Forever You | L. Danielsson / C. Norby

One spring ago
We sensed some cupids flow
Last year in May
Frail love came here to stay
One day in June
One hazy afternoon
Where daffodils did sigh
We found the clear blue sky
Right there love purged time so:
Forever you'll stay mine

Be it winter
Be it dark clouds
Be it nightmares full of ghosts
Through the wild waves
Through the snow storms
We will always be each others coasts

How Oft | E. Norby / W. Shakespeare

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!

To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.

Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

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