Question of the day.

How are you preparing for winter?

My answer:

Actually, I don’t think I’m preparing anything right now. I think it’s still a while until the actual winter comes. I have my winter clothes and don’t have to buy anything new, so I don’t think there will be any major preparations in any area of my life.

You? ๐Ÿ™‚

Question of the day.

So the actual question for today is:

what was the last thing which made you swear out loud?

My answer:

Misha scared the shit out of me falling with his cartonboard from the wardrobe. I didn’t even realise what was going on for quite a while, was just so scared of the sudden noise and I just involuntarily swore in Finnish. Finnish is the best for swearing in case you didn’t know, and for me it’s a bit of an automatical reaction nowadays, which can be both good and bad depending on point of view or situation. My brain just kinda got used to swearing in Finnish. ๐Ÿ˜€ That was actually what I wanted it to do, but I wouldn’t expect to become such an automatic thing for me to do now when I want to swear or am scared or frustrated. Luckily I don’t have a habit of swearing a lot in front of other people, otherwise I think they’d be really scared and think I’m cursing them or something hahaha.

How about you? ๐Ÿ™‚

Music Monday Care & Love – Frida Sundemo – Gold.

After a week break I’m back to Music Monday Care & Love at Bee’s.

Actually, I participated last week too, but was too unsettled and chaotic to make a post and sum things up.

If you follow Bee’s blog, or have read my previous Music Monday Care & Love post, you know that right now Bee is using Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way” as a resource for self care exercises, and now we’re in week 2 of it.

There have been a lot of tasks to do in both chapters in the book that we’ve gone through so far, but I think I’ve acomplished most of them, those that I could do at the time and that seemed most relevant to me at the moment at least.

I’ve been doing most of these tasks in my journal, as I put a lot of things in there, much more than just how was my day and such, and I think it will be a great sort of documentation of my self care and artistic recovery.

Similarly to Bee, and a bit surprisingly to me, I found the whole process more personal than I thought it’d be, so I won’t share things very in depth.

Anyway, I’ve discovered some quite surprising things about myself, my way of thinking, being, my beliefs… That was quite hard, the more that I am having generally a bit of a hard time lately with all the memories that have come back rushing to me together with my friend emerging from the past, and other things, but I also found it interesting.

What particularly resonated with me were affirmations and negative beliefs, about which Bee wrote last week HERE.

That was all quite powerful and gave me a lot of stuff to think about.

I had some trouble listing my “hall of horrors”, so the three people who have said something negative about my art. I realised that in my case it is more circumstances and events than just particular people, but I did manage to write a horror story basing on those circumstances and events anyway. Listing my champions of creativity was much easier.

Writing a thank you letter to myself was another hard thing, I don’t think it’s particularly good, but I still did it.

I just loved the idea of imaginatively lives.

And I did go for a walk too, last week, with my Mum.

As for journaling, or as Julia Cameron refers to it “morning pages” I am usually pretty consistent with it, which helps me a lot. I may not write on all days, but I always catch up on everything and generally write quite a lot when I write. Last week I journalled 5 days out of 7.

I had my artist’s date last week – which as you may remember for me is horse riding – and enjoyed it thoroughly. This week, unfortunately, it wasn’t possible, as my instructor was too busy.

I still have the list of 20 things I enjoy doing to make, and I look forward to doing it as maybe then I’ll come up with some new ideas for artist’s dates for weeks like this when I don’t have my horse riding.

ONe of my imaginatively lives is to be a writer, and, indeed, I’ve been writing almost all the time this week – apart from journaling, blogging etc. I decided to write some more of one of my books, that I’d stopped working on for a while, I don’t have any particular ambitions with it but I feel that writing it has always helped me to distract and feel better. This book is called “Jack Hamilton” and it’s about… well it’s about Jack Hamilton, Jack Hamilton is my imaginary friend, and I write about his life successively since many years and just can’t quit. I leave Jack alone for months, but can never quit writing about him. So that made my week in a way.

Actually, as I think about it now, I could make it another idea for my artist’s date hahaha.

Another task in 2nd chapter of “The Artist’s Way” is to write a list of 10 small changes we would like to make in our lives and pick two to and do them. So, one of my changes is “I would like to be more consistent with my creative writing”. And what I decided to do with it is – I will try to write at least three pages of one of three books I started per week. This week, it was time for Jack Hamilton, next it might be my viking book, and then, I don’t know yet whether my potential harlequin, or whether I’d rather want to focus o translating Vreeswijk, I’m rather leaning towards the latter as that seems more interesting, but also way more hard. And then again, Jack Hamilton, vikings, Vreeswijk/harlequin, every three weeks. I have a week for writing just 3 pages, and a week is actually a lot of time, so I’ll probably end up writing more if I’m not in a crisis or something haha. I’ve written 5 pages of Jack this week. I’m not going to stress myself out with it, just to be a bit more consistent and organised and really notice any progress with my writing.

My another change has to do with my thinking patterns, namely I’m trying to think less critically about myself, though, that seems to be much harder, and acually not such a small change as it may seem at first.

So that would be a little idea for you as for my self care and artistic recovery, now let’s get to the music.

As we’re going through “The Artist’s Way”, Bee suggests to make a playlist of songs that are encouraging for uus. I have two private playlists so far that are encouraging or helpful for me. One is entirely instrumental, with some relaxing music of different kinds, not always objectively relaxing like for meditation, but also folk or classical or electronic or chillout or soundtrack, it’s all just calm and instrumental. Another one is with all the music of my crushes. My all musical crushes are sort of antidotes for pain for me, and so is their music. It is actually quite amazing how it can lift me up at times or at least distract. I wouldn’t like to be boring and monothematic though, because I’ve shared two of my crushes’ music in last two Music MOnday posts.

But there’s also plenty of other kinds of music and songs that I find more or less encouraging. I decided that today’s song will be something that’s rather new to me. I like interesting new discoveries, the mere idea of interesting new music discoveries is always very encouraging and making such discoveries is a part of my weekly self care routine ๐Ÿ˜€ so I decided to go through my new discoveries of the last few months or even weeks and pick something.

And I found something that feels perfect in a way. It is “Gold” by a Swedish synth pop musician Frida Sundemo.

Just the sounds of this song are so light and delicate and a bit magical and make you feel relaxed and your mindset more cheerful. And I love the lyrics. They’re soothing, but encouraging. There is an ocean. Ocean can be gentle. Comforting. Beautiful. Ocean is smooth and its waves can rock you to sleep. You can swim peacefully in it. But ocean is also big, for me it feels like a challenge. So it’s not just soothing. It’s gently motivating too. And that’s what encouragement is all about in my opinion.

Question of the day (26th October).

What do you need but do not want? – ALSO – What do you want but do not need?

My answer:

Hm, that’s tricky for me for some reason… Sometimes I don’t really know what I need, or I feel I need way too much, or that whatever it is that I need, I just can’t get it. I also often haven’t a clue about what I want, despite I know that I want something desperately.

My Mum says I neeed to socialise more, but I definitely don’t want to. I mean, it’s not like I don’t like people in general, I’m just fine with only those I talk to, I don’t need more, and social interactions can be so damn exhausting.

I need to scan all my books someday, but I don’t want to, well, I do, but it’s so time-consuming and I never seem to be able to do it right. ๐Ÿ˜€

I need to tell a story about Jim to Zofijka – perhaps you remember when I was writing about bed time stories I make up for Zofijka, about a creature, a jimosaurus, called Jim, who lives by helping people and it is his food. So, I haven’t come up with anything lately and didn’t feel like story telling in months, and Zofijka wants her story, but I kinda don’t want to have to do it.

My Dad has guests right now – our family – I think I need to go to them at least for a while just to say hi or something, but I definitely don’t want it. It’s not that I don’t like them as them, I can’t neither like them nor don’t like, I just don’t feel up to it at all at the moment, and, in case I hadn’t mentioned that earlier, I hate socialising. ๐Ÿ˜€

I know I need to eat something, and that’s another reason I practically should go downstairs, but I feel quite a lot of anxiety since like… last night I guess, don’t know why, and when I’m anxious I don’t really want to eat. I just know I should rationally as the last thing I’d eaten was lunch, which was very yummy, my Mum made a very yummy soup, though, due to my anxiety, I wasn’t really able to enjoy it fully.

I need to have my blog private and control the situation and don’t let my obsessive friends make me freak out, but I kinda don’t want it, I’d like to be able to stay public and interact with people normally and be safe, not need to hide and care what others will do or think.

I want a new laptop, well my current one has been fixed about a month ago, but it could be nice if I had a new one.

I want Misha to be with me, but he’s downstairs now and I don’t need him practically.

I want to go horse riding, I couldn’t this week, but right now in this very moment I guess I don’t need it, and it would be hard to achieve. ๐Ÿ˜€

I want some new gem stones to my collection, but I definitely don’t need them.

I want to have a long, hot bubble bath but I don’t need it, and I am afraid my skin wouldn’t be too grateful.

I want my anxiety and low mood to go away, but I can still manage, I guess lots of people have it worse, so, well, I guess I don’t need it.

I want to be able to speak all my languages, but I don’t need it.

I want to win the lottery, but I don’t need it.

Well I think there could be many more things I need but don’t want or want but don’t need, but that’s all I am able to come up with right now.

You? ๐Ÿ™‚

Question of the day.

In how many languages can you say thanks?

My answer:

Well I may be good at languages, but definitely not at counting and find it pretty unimportant and timewasting, so I think I’ll just tell you in which, and you can count if you wish. ๐Ÿ˜€

I guess more than I can actually speak.

First my favourite languages, I know how to say thanks in all of them even though I can only speak Polish, English, Swedish and Welsh.

Polish – dziฤ™ki, or dziฤ™kujฤ™ if you want to say thank you and be more formal.

English – thanks.

Swedish – tack.

Welsh – diolch.

Finnish – kiitos, or actually kiiti or kiitoksia, kiitos is more formal than thanks.

Dutch – dank je.

Irish – Go raibh maith agat.

Scots – thank ye, though I’m not sure if it’s actually used in this form as I have never heard anyone saying this in Scots.

Scottish Gaelic – Tapadh leat.

Manx – Gura mie ayd, apparently.

Cornish – Meur ras.

Frisian – tankje.

North Sami – giitu.

Faroese, – takk fyri, takk is also Norwegian and Icelandic, though Norwegian and Icelandic aren’t among my very very favourite ones, though I like them.

And then there are other languages that I most probably won’t ever learn, but know how to say thanks in them.

Danish – tak, well very similar to Swedish so easy to figure out.

Chinese – ่ฐข่ฐข, I had to find the spelling online as I don’t have neither Chinese keyboard nor the slightest idea about Chinese alphabet, but I’ve learned it at school and know how it should sound, haha.

Czech – Dรญk, know it from my Dad, and heard a lot when we were in Czech.

Russian – ะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ, from my Mum.

Slovak – Vฤaka, again heard it from my Dad.

German – danke, I was learning German at school.

Lithuanian – Aฤiลซ, my Grandad taught me.

Swahili – Asante – I learned some Swahili when I was at school and my aunt’s acquaintance often visited me there, she was teaching me English, but she was also a missionary in Africa and she could speak a bit Swahili.

French – merci, well I guess everyone knows it.

Italian – grazie.

Spanish – gracias, also quite widely known and even if I wouldn’t know it earlier, Zofijka watches a lot of Argentinian series nowadays so it’s easy to figure out.

Wow that’s quite a lot actually, wouldn’t think it’s so many languages haha, it’s funny how some things just get sucked in by our brains. How about you? ๐Ÿ™‚

Esther Vallee – Hardcore.

Hi guys. ๐Ÿ™‚

We’ve had quite a lot of mainstream, or mainstream sounding, music on my blog in the last couple of weeks. Guess I need to prove that it’s not like so many people think, I don’t listen only to music that is absolutely out there, and niche and no one knows it hahahaha. Well, as for that no one knows it it is actually true, but still, it’s not always that very extraordinary.

And this song won’t be an exception. I’ve heard it a couple of days before in the Swedish radio, and it seems to be a bit of an earworm as I still have it in my head. It’s not like anything very special, but it’s definitely cool, and I do like Esther Vallee’s voice, it’s definitely very interesting and seems ear catching.

Question of the day.

Big up someone in your life who deserves a round of applause or a big thank you. My answer:
MISHA, MISHA, MISHA!!! What would be my life without Misha? Well, I’ve lived many years without Misha, but now, with Misha, everything is so much better and more beautiful. He’s such a lovely child, he means everything to me, he has so many important functions in my life and I really don’t know what I would do if I lost him. I wish everyone could have their own Misha – be it a cat, a dog, a pet, another human being, – anything that is as important and helpful and dear for them as Misha is for me. Who would it be for you? ๐Ÿ™‚

My ideal home.

What would my ideal home look like?

I really like our current house, and I think I’d like to have a lot of things the same way as here.

I’d like my ideal home to be in Wales – it could be in any of my favourite countries but I think as for living long term, I’d choose the UK, and most willingly Wales, particularly north Wales, especially if it could be somewhere in Gwynedd, perhaps in the countryside. I’d like it to be rather bigger than smaller, but not very huge, definitely not bigger than my current house, and this one is rather big. I’d like it to have the “feel”, you know, that you just want to be there, I’d like it to be atmospheric. My Mum is the best interior designer I know so I’d ask her to arrange it for me. It would be a vintage house, with a mix of old, kind of retro things, and new ones. I’d like it to feel cosy. I think I’d make my room in some calmer colours, it could be green as my current bedroom. I wouldn’t have ANYTHING red in my house, but kitchen and living room would be in more warm colours, just to make it more comfortable and homely. I would like my house to be as natural as possible – stone, brick and wood, no artificial stuff or as little as possible. And I think a more natural house would fit the place much better. I’d like it to have a big terrace on which I could go from my room, and from the terrace you could go into the garden, as we can here. Yes, I’d like to have a big garden. If my family would move with me, my Dad wouldn’t be able to exist without a garden, as gardening is his newly discovered passion. That’s all I can say at the moment, but I am sure that if I was building my ideal home, I’d have much more detailed picture of it.

 

Exasperated.

My Mum feels exasperated because of Sasha. We all feel in a way, I guess. He is a cute kitten, but he has a really big flaw, Misha has already mentioned it a lot. He doesn’t know what is the litterbox for. If you’ll watch out for a while or just close him in the loo, he will do his business in the right place, but he’ll never go to the litterbox by himself. It’s almost a month since we have him and it’s always the same. He happily pees and poops on pillows, sheets, blankets, poufs, sofas, wherever, but not to his litterbox. It looks like he knows where he should do it, because once when he was trying to pee on a bean bag, my Mum saw it on time, pulled it out from under him and then he ran like crazy to the litterbox. But other than that, he won’t go there on his own. It’s worrying for us, and, like I said, quite exasperating. My Mum wonders if he has some sort of trauma around the litterbox, but to me he doesn’t look as if he could have, he’s always so very cheerful. It is Misha who acts a bit as if he was traumatised, but rather by humans, not by using the litterbox. He is a very nice kid, Sasha, I mean, but we have to close all the rooms from him to not let him poop somewhere. It would be so nice if he finally could learn where to do it, and could sleep with us at night, but we are simply afraid, ’cause who would like to wake up and realise there is shit on their pillow? Really yucky. If it was up to me, I think I wouldn’t be as thoughtful as my mum, and would sell him. Looking at it from a perspective I don’t think really that it was a good decision to take Sasha. Misha is more anxious than happy and Mum has twice as much cleaning, plus all of us have to be caerful with him. And what is also worrying is that he is still sick. It looks like he had to come to us sick, my Mum is exasperated that the breeder didn’t tell us, or actually didn’t take care of it himself. It’s sad to see him sick. He’s still a very happy child,but is constantly sneezing, has runny nose, watery eyes and breathes very loudly, which sounds cute and funny for us, just as he was a sick baby who can’t blow his nose, but it’s certainly not pleasant for him, and he sounds pretty husky, which is funny too, and my Mum calls him drunkard because of that. ๐Ÿ˜€ So yeah, it is a very troublesome kid. And it’s only a month…

River.

River. I like this word in English. River is one of my favourite nature baby names for both genders. I would never use it, but it’s very interesting. And I like rivers in general. I like to hear them lapping, I like to dip my feet into a river. We have a river running through our backyard. As you may remember from my earlier posts, because we have the river running through our backyard, and because our street is literally called Acacia Street, we named our house, even if it’s not common in Poland, and its name is Acacia River.

And I like how this word is versatile and can give a lot of space for your imagination.

I can say that my mind is a river – of neverending thoughts, dreams and memories. They can be calm and gentle one minute, I can hear its waters splashing peacefully and playfully, I often let the water carry me wherever it wants, and sometimes would like to never have to come back from wherever it brings me to. Because the river of my mind can bring me to some very nice, interesting places, where I could never be otherwise. I happily drift at its waves, immersing myself in the water, which feels so very smooth and calm, and I am happy to play in it like a child.

The next minute though, it can become very unpredictable. It’s more like a sea than a river then. I can suddenly feel there is more and more water around me, and it’s hard to get out. The splash becomes deafening, I can’t hear anything besides. The waves surround me and it’s harder and harder to fight them, Iย  can fall over anytime. My thoughts are racing, memories overflowing, and I can’t have any control over them. My most beautiful dreams become the most dreadful nightmares which overwhelm me so that I can barely move. Sometimes, everything around gets flooded too. Once in a while, through the mad roar of waves, I can hear someone jauntily sailing by. I want to scream to them, ask them to rescue me and help me out, but I can’t. Even if I could, there’s way too much water all around, and waves are roaring, so they wouldn’t hear me. All I can do is wait. Sometimes, I feel I’m sinking and there is just no way out and will never be. I subside into the mud and the waters are closing above me, not willing to let me out. It feels scary. Even though you’re at the bottom, your darkest thoughts, saddest memories, scariest dreams, your depression and all your anxieties, they can still reach you. And now you can’t fight. So you have to wait…

Eventually, the water will always throw me ashore and let me go, which doesn’t make it less difficult and frightening, but always gives me some small glimmer of hope that it will be better.

And then, after all, things get back to normal for some shorter or longer time, and the river of my mind is peaceful and safe again, with some occasional stronger waves flooding through it, until another storm comes.

What would you compare your mind to?

Question of the day.

Whatโ€™s the nicest/kindest compliment anyone has ever paid you?

My answer:

When I had a Polish blog, my friend from an online community for the blind where I had it, told me that the only thing that she likes to read more than my blog is “The Three Musketeers”, which is her favourite book. Although I am not a big fan of Alexander Dumas, like I’m neutral about his books, he’s a very well-known and estimated writer and I found it a big honour, but also a bit funny, that my posts were being compared to Dumas’s prose. ๐Ÿ˜€

Also, my penfriend compared my writing to Astrid Lindgren’s, that it has a similar feel in a way, which I find even more kind the more that I love Astrid Lindgren so much!

How about you? ๐Ÿ™‚

Question of the day (21st October).

Whatโ€™s the last saying you remember using and what was the context?

My answer:

Dla picu. Dla picu is quite a colloquial saying, it can mean for appearance’s sake, or for a joke, or for no actual, important reason. I was talking to Zofijka, we were talking about school, and I was telling her that nowadays schools only exist dla picu. ๐Ÿ˜€ I like this saying a lot, and Last week my horse riding instructor used it as well as I can now remember, at a certain moment when I was riding in an area that was familiar to me, and said she said she’s walking beside me just dla picu, meaning that she doesn’t actually have to assist me because I can lead the horse myself. I like bez picu, too, which means something like no kidding. There is also similar sounding, a bit slangy bez kitu, which I use even more, and which means just the same. Oh and yet another one as for sayings with the word pic is – pic na wodฤ™ – which means something worthless, made in a slabdash way and not precisely, something useless. My Mum uses it a lot. Funny thing is that as far as I know the word pic itself doesn’t mean anything at all hahaha. But it sounds funny.

You? ๐Ÿ™‚

Ingrid Olava – Faenskapsvalsen (The Waltz Of Devilment).

Hi guys. ๐Ÿ™‚

This is the song from Ingrid Olava, she is quite a well known Norwegian singer, I mean well knownn in Norway, but also not completely unheard of outside of it. I like her music, it seems pretty versatile, just as her voice. She also sings in English. I had some trouble figuring out what the title of this song could mean, but I’ve found out that faenskap apparently means devilment, so I guess that’s what the title could mean in Norwegian.

But I just wanted to taste it!

Hhrrru? ๐Ÿ˜ป

It’s Misha. How are you pets and peeps doing?

As for me, I’m going to the vet today. I overheard Mum talking to Mila about that and Mum brought my basket downstairs – the one I like to sleep in – and she’ll carry me in it there. Sasha’s going too, he’s still crying. I mean, he’s not really crying, but his eyes are watery all the time and he has to take those awful eye drops and he hates it. It’s not nice, I know it, but I don’t think it’s really as awful as it seems to be for him, it’s always a big trouble for peeps to give him those eye drops because he is very scared and acts as if he was scared. For me it’s unpleasant, but not scary. THere are much more scary things out there. But Sasha isn’t scared of them. I guess everyone has their own fears and everyone thinks their own are the biggest and most important and most serious. But I wanted to say that I’m stressed, because of that vet visit. It always stresses me out. But Sasha isn’t stressed at all. I hope I’m now healthy, but I was throwing up earlier today. Mila got scared I thhink, she always does. And Mum got cross with me. But it’s not because I’m still sick.

Mum had some pickled herrings and I just felt such a very strong urge to try them. I couldn’t resist it! They were very surprised – “Wow, Misha, your taste is changing?!” – I ate A LOT of them and very very quickly, I didn’t even bite everything, and Mum was like WOOOOW Misha are you OK? And then I felt quite weird so I left the kitchen and then I threw it all up immediately.

Now I know herrings are not for me. I mean, pickled herrings. But if I wouldn’t taste them, would I know it? Sure not! So what’s the whole drama about? I just like to have some adventures once in a while.

And recently I don’t like my usual snacks as much as I used to. Mum says I’m fussy and capricious. Sasha, on the other hand, eats everything, even my food and my snacks. And poops and pees all the time. Not always where he should. They get really cross with him all the time, but he’s likeable and sweet and I guess that’s why he’s still here and not in a shelter. Zofijka once told me that some animals have to be in shelter, when no one wants them. I’m glad someone wants me. I wouldn’t like to be in a shelter. I wouldn’t have my own place and there would be so many animals. And I think it’s just unseenly for a Russian blue to be in a shelter, so I’m glad that Sasha isn’t either, it would be a shame for us Russian blues.

I don’t know what to do now. My basket is downstairs, and Sasha sleeps on Mila’s wardrobe – in MY very personal hideout. I don’t know why she let him come in there. I’m not jealous. I just want my things to smell like me, otherwise I’m stressed and I don’t know what to do and I feel like it’s not mine anymore so no one likes me because everything here smells like Sasha. I know that in fact they like me more because I was the first and they know me longer and I poop where I should and not wherever I am at the moment, but I still feel this way. It’s awful. Maybe I’ll go downstairs and lie in my basket anyway.

On Wednesday we were home alone – me and Sasha. Olek popped in for a while but other than that, we were home alone. They closed us in the cellar. I like the cellar, but I didn’t like to be closed in one room with Sasha all day long. But Mum had to close Sasha so that he wouldn’t poop God knows where and Sasha hadn’t been in the cellar before so he’d be scared on his own. He’s always scared when he’s on his own, just like Zofijka, silly baby. Well I actually told him I won’t call him baby anymore since today, because he had caught a fly and ate it whole. He is better at it than me.

So anyway I was closed too. Mum made lots of toys for us and gave us all our toys, well, they are mine, but I don’t play with them, I rather prefer playing with things like feathers or leaves that smell very nice, but Sasha will play with anything. We had food and drink and our litterboxes and lots of room to play, and it would be fun, but I was stressed because Sasha was with me all the time. He is nice, but I’m still fearful of him. I can’t help it. But he likes me. He likes to lie on me and purr, but I didn’t let him. I curled on the windowsill and looked at him playing and then we both fell asleep. Sasha pooped to his litterbox and on the pouf, and I felt I need to poop too, but was too stressed. And I barely ate anything. When they finally came back it was already dark outside. Mum washed Sasha and cleaned up his poops and let him out and finally I could relax and do my business, when he was out of there. I don’t like to do it when someone else is with me. So yeah, I’m still having a lot of stressful time.

Tomorrow mum is going for a cat show, but no, I am not going, luckily. I would hate it, but they say they would hate it too – if I was touched and looked at by everyone around. Sasha isn’t going either, he’d maybe like it, but he wouldn’t fit in with his always tearful eyes and who knows where he’d decide to poop at the show, he can be quite unpredictable as for places he chooses for it.

Mum jus came back from the shop, so I think we’ll soon go to the vet. :/

Mishhugs and Mishpurrs for everyone. ๐Ÿค—

Misha ๐Ÿ’™

Inge Bremnes – Ikaros.

Hi! ๐Ÿ™‚

So, let me continue for a while yet with my little Norwegian music phase. This is a song I listen to over and over again at the moment and I still like it. I actually like Inge Bremnes’s music in general, but this song is my very favourite. I like his voice, as it is very rich and his vocal range is pretty wide it seems, both as for highs and lows. Sadly, we can’t hear much of his lows here, but it’s still a beautiful song. I’ve even managed to find English lyrics to this song, so here goes:

 

If there was something that I should have taken back,

Then it was the things I didn’t say.

When I was obvious and flying under the roof,

And took what I shouldn’t have taken.

I seek refuge in a burnt-down house,

I watch my steps and I walk carefully,

You have to step carefully on a weary floor,

It is too dangerous to be strong and important.

For they say it is not the flame that takes lives,

They claim it is the smoke that you should watch out for.

Oh, if there is something that I should have taken back,

Then it’s the things I didn’t say.

When I was obvious and flying under the roof,

And took what I shouldn’t have taken.

Oh I, flew close.

So close, flew too close.

And, I stand alone in a burnt-down room,

With black walls and a dark story.

And the roof is starting to split open,

And I seek refuge under the living room table.

But, you say it’s not the flame that takes lives,

You claim it is the smoke that you should watch out for.

Oh, if there is something that I should have taken back,

Then it’s the things I didn’t say.

When I was obvious and flying under the roof,

And took what I shouldn’t have taken.

Oh I, flew close.

So close, flew too close.

And you say it’s not the flame that takes lives,

You claim it is the smoke that you should watch out for.

And I have seen them burn their way through everything I took for granted, and through everything that was yours, and I know.

That if it is something I should have taken back,

Then it was the things I didn’t say.

When I was obvious and flying under the roof,

And took what I shouldn’t have taken.

And was there something that I should have taken back,

Then it was the things I didn’t say.

When I was obvious and flying under the roof,

And took what I shouldn’t have taken.

Oh I, flew close.

So close, flew too close.

Oh I, flew close.

So close, flew too close.