A keresés eredménye

Mary/Marie

There's something we don't talk about
There's something we don't dare to say
A taboo which leaves me so empty
And yet so full of questions deep down
 
'Cause I've been reading Billed-Bladet1
And tried to put two and two together in the bathtub
But no way, no way, it doesn't equal four
'Cause there's something about those two girls
 
One is supposed to be from Down Under
And the other from France
But it's time that they admit
That Mary and Marie2, well, it's just my theory
But come on, seriously
Look at how much they look like one another
Surely anyone can see that they're the same girl?
 
'Cause they look more like one another than I look like Ed Sheeran
More than Martin3 looks like his brother, Lars Brygmann4
They look like each other much more than just a little
More than Mads Langer5 looks like the small boy from Jo Jo Rabbit
 
They look like each other more than anything I've seen before
More than Clement Kjersgaard6 looks like someone who plays the trumpet
Saying that they don't look like one another would be lying
'Cause they look like one another more than 2021 looks like 2020
 
So I made a faceswap so that you can see it yourselves
And there's no difference, no, is there?
Okay, right there, they might look like an old painting
Oh my God! Mona Lisa also looks like Mary and Marie
 
And is it just me, or am i wrong?
Or do you also think that when Mary looks at Marie, she thinks that she's looking at herself in the mirror?
Who looks like each other more than Mary Kate and Ashley?
I'll tell you who! Mary and Marie do!
 
They look more like one another than I look like Ed Sheeran
More than Martin3 looks like his brother, Lars Brygmann4
More than Christopher7 looks like any mother-in-law's dream
More than a press conference isn't a press conference without Søren Brostrøm8
 
They look like each other more than anyone
More than the parlament looks like a daycare centre
They look like each other more than a six, which has just been turned upside down, becoming a nine
'Cause there's something about those two girls
 
And thanks to this pandemic9
I've solved my theory
And with the recent infection rate
I've had time to write this musical
About Mary and Marie
Who most likely are the same girl!
 

• 1. Weekly Danish entertainment and royal magazine
• 2. Crown Princess Mary Elizabeth Donaldson and Princess Marie Agathe Odile Cavallier of Denmark
• Martin Brygmann, the host of the show this song is from
• Lars Brygmann, Danish actor
• 5. Mads Langer, Danish musician
• 6. Clement Kjersgaard, Danish TV host
• 7. Christopher Nissen, Danish musician
• 8. Søren Brostrøm, Danish doctor who's been in a lot of press conferences during the COVID-19 pandemic
• 9. The COVID-19 pandemic

The First Christmas

The cold has slowly started coming
And the birds have packed their stuff
Imagine that they can
Just fly away from here
As we wait for April
And the Summer was so fine this year
Long and warm and with a gentle spring
And I cannot understand
That time would pass
Without you and your smile
 
It's the first Christmas which is so hard to get through
The first Christmas when I'm not going to hear you say
That I am the best thing you have and the best thing you know
What am I going to do with all of my love?
 
The sun is gone before five o'clock
And everyone hurries to get home
In the middle of stress and rush
Slush and baked Christmas goods
I'm all alone again
But I've bought a tree and decorated it
With colourful lights and a star on the top
With golden tinsels
As I get drunk
Thinking about everything I ought to forget
 
And I do what I can to believe
In angels and that the world is good
And Christmas elves and Christmas peace and eternity
But I miss you, that's all i know
 
It's the first Christmas which is so hard to get through
The first Christmas when I'm not going to hear you say
That I am the best thing you have and the best thing you know
What am I going to do with all of my love?
 
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Please Tell Me

I forgot about time, it just disappeared
Now it's stuck in the people we used to be
You were so beautiful when the sun turned matte
That I forget that you can't stay tonight
And I forget that things aren't like before
And there are things I no longer can do
On such a day as beautiful as few
It's hard to understand that you've got to leave
 
So tell me again, are you my friend?
You used to be much more
Your home should be my home
And my garden should be your garden
So why isn't it?
Please tell me
'Cause I don't understand
 
You keep your hands to your own lap
As I try not to meet
Your eyes, which I know can see through
Every shield I could possibly make myself use
And the worst part is that I suddenly see
Now that you're not really here anymore
And the words I should have said, but never came
When you still were mine to hold tight
 
So tell me again, are you my friend?
'Cause I want to be much more
Your home will be my home
And my garden will be your garden
So why isn't it?
Please tell me
'Cause I don't understand
 
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I Give

I'll give a round if you'll care to stay
If you could wait for what I could say
I could give you promises, I could give you permission
I could give your reasons to be embarrassed
 
I give up, and you go, and nothing happened again
I give up, and you go, and nothing happened
 
And I go quiet, you ask how I am, what's up
If I got what I wanted, asking if we should get another beer
And then we smile a bit about the irony of fate1
Acknowledging its entertainment value
 
I give up, and you go, and nothing happened again
I give up, and you go, and nothing happened
 
'Cause you hold onto what you have, and I keep it all in
So that you won't have to explain, and I won't have to defend a team which can't win
'Cause you hold onto what you have, and I keep it all in
So that you won't have to explain, and I won't have to defend a team which can't win
 
But I could grab you by your collar, push you against a wall
Until you scream my name, until you're down on your knees
I could let my hand pull your hair
I could fill your mouth until you understand
 
I could take the chance, just say hey hey
Dare to lose balance, hoping for it to end well
But the two of us, we're going home separately
I need to forget you, and you need to forget me
 
I empty my glass and we say goodbye
And easier than anything else, we killed time
A time which passed, a time which disappeared
Did we lose something? And what did we find?
 
But I could grab you by your collar, push you against a wall
Until you scream my name, until you're down on your knees
I could let my hand pull your hair
I could fill your mouth until you understand
 
I could take the chance, just say hey hey
Dare to lose balance, hoping for it to end well
But the two of us, we're going home separately
I need to forget you, and you need to forget me
 

• 1. A paradoxical and / or curious situation

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And Their Happiness Was Secured

Versions: #2
'I don't like what's strange'
'Neither do I,' she told him
 
And from that day on, they were together
In prosperity without adversity
And their life was like an endless pop song
 
And then one day, something great happened
Securing their happiness
'Cause they were going to be mother and father
So they rushed out
To buy a station wagon
 
'Cause they needed a lot of space
In their tiny family palace
And their immediate happiness
Only needed the last bit
 
And then one night, the good fairy came
And turned Pinocchio into a real boy
Made of flesh and blood and the courage to say his opinions
And he liked to behave strangely
And he wished for a doll
 
And they needed a lot of space
In their tiny family palace
But their immediate happiness
Only needed one last bit
 
'Doctor, I think our son is crazy
He just told me he wanted to be a hairdresser
And we should never have let him take dancing lessons
Doctor, do you think our son is gay?'
 
''Cause we don't have room
For strange people here in our palace
And we'd have loved to pay
But there doesn't seem to be a cure
For what's wrong'
 
'God, I think our son is strange
He's just shot me
With a riffle
In my heart
He cried,
'Now you may learn it!1 If you won't listen, then feel my pain!''
 
He cried,
'I'm sorry, but there's no room
For your perfect palace
And I'd really like to be free
From your hypocrisy
And your immediate happiness
Is none of my freaking business'
 

• 1. Danish equivalent of saying 'In your face'

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Is This It?

I heard him say
You can't wish for more than
A man and a house and a car and a dog and a child
 
I heard him say
You can't wish for more than
A man and a house and a dog and a car and a child
Waking you up in the morning like a tiny sun
Like a sun in the morning
 
I heard him say
You can't wish for more
Than a man and a house and a dog and a car and a child
Waking you up in the morning like a tiny sun
Like a sun in the morning
 
Oh, is this it?
'Cause it's harder than what I want
Oh, is this it?
'Cause it's harder than what I want
 
And no one says
How hard it'll be to fight for us
And I miss answers to the questions I have in my head
When I wake up every morning
The questions I have in my head when I wake up every morning
 
And no one says
How hard it'll be to fight for us
And I miss answers to the - the questions I have in my head
When I wake up every morning
When I wake up every morning
 
Oh, is this all?
'Cause it's harder than I'd been told
Oh, is this all?
'Cause it's harder than I'd been told
 
Oh, is this it?
'Cause it's harder than what I want
Oh, is this it?
'Cause it's harder than - harder than what I want
 
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I Want To See You Cry / Pretty

Tell me how it is to be so beautiful
That you don't have to talk a lot
Tell me how it is to be so beautiful
That you don't have to talk a lot, you don't have to talk a lot
 
You've come so far by looking the way you do
You can have everything without asking
And everything was fine before you came through my door
 
But I was alone in a tiny room
I wanted to say something smart, but I said something stupid
So now you have me where you want me
 
Now you've got me where you wanted me
You say so much when you're quiet
But it's incredible how noisy silence can be
How bored I actually am in your arms (x2)
 
So just tell me how it is to be so beautiful
That you don't have to talk a lot
'Cause I hope you feel the way you look
'Cause you're pretty the way you are
Yes, you're pretty the way you are
But I'd rather see you cry
 
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
When I leave
'Cause I'll leave
 
And even though you know I'm soft on the inside
You can't make me stay
You can't get close to me, can't get close to me
 
And even though - even though you're silent, even though you're shinning
So much that the moon almost disappears
Even though you're pretty, I'll never go back to a dud like you again
 
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
When I leave
I'll leave
 
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
When I leave
'Cause I'll leave
 
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