Oleksiy Kustovsky: Cello (2022)
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fredag den 23. september 2022
Børnehave i Ukraine. Ikke for børn!
Strækmarch a la Ukraine
Rinsing the Ruzzian Flag
Hinko Smrekar: Ode to the World Wartorsdag den 23. juli 2020
As the Music Dies
Ekstranummer
The Good Death Store: The Belov'd Meow
Music on firelørdag den 18. januar 2020
torsdag den 15. august 2019
onsdag den 10. april 2019
Norah Jones: Happy Pills
Trying to pick up the pace
Trying to make it so I never see your face again
Time to throw this away
Wanna make sure that you never waste my time again
Never said we'd be friends
Trying to keep myself away from you
Cause you're bad, bad news
With you gone, I'm alive
Makes me feel like I took happy pills
And time stands still
Trying to make it so I never see your face again
Time to throw this away
Wanna make sure that you never waste my time again
How does it feel
Oh, how does it feel to be you right now, dear?
You broke this apart
So pick up your piece and go away from here
Oh, how does it feel to be you right now, dear?
You broke this apart
So pick up your piece and go away from here
Please just let me go now
Please just let me go
Would you please just let me go now?
Please just let me go
Out, I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
Please just let me go
Would you please just let me go now?
Please just let me go
Out, I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
Never said we'd be friends
Trying to keep myself away from you
Cause you're bad, bad news
With you gone, I'm alive
Makes me feel like I took happy pills
And time stands still
How does it feel?
Oh how does it feel to be the one shut out
You broke all the rules
I won't be a fool for you no more, my dear
Oh how does it feel to be the one shut out
You broke all the rules
I won't be a fool for you no more, my dear
Please just let me go now
Please just let me go
Would you please just let me go now?
Please just let me go ...
Out, I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
Please just let me go
Would you please just let me go now?
Please just let me go ...
Out, I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out
I've gotta get you out of my head, get out
tirsdag den 10. april 2018
lørdag den 4. marts 2017
torsdag den 9. februar 2017
Aksel Schiøtz: Saa bittert var mit Hjerte
Saa bittert var mit Hjerte (Klagesang)
Saa bittert var mit Hjerte,
saa mødig var min Fod,
saa syg og ensom var min Sjæl
da jeg ved Maalet stod.
De sultne Krager skriger vildt,
hvor sorte Storme gaar.
Men Træets magre Grene
er i fortvivlet Trods
strakt op mod Mørkets vilde Hær,
som gaar henover os.
Nu falder Spurven død til Jord
og Mulden gør sig haard.
Men fattigst fryser Korset,
som et froststivnet Raab,
de tomme Hænder bærer kun
paa et korsfæstet Haab.
Urolig er de Dødes Søvn,
de mindes deres Saar.
Saa bittert var mit Hjerte,
saa mødig var min Fod,
saa syg og ensom var min Sjæl
da jeg ved Maalet stod.
De sultne Krager skriger vildt,
hvor sorte Storme gaar.
Kom Vaar!
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat
Kom søde Fuglesang.
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat
Kom søde Fuglesang.
Men Træets magre Grene
er i fortvivlet Trods
strakt op mod Mørkets vilde Hær,
som gaar henover os.
Nu falder Spurven død til Jord
og Mulden gør sig haard.
Kom Vaar!
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat.
Kom søde Fuglesang.
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat.
Kom søde Fuglesang.
Men fattigst fryser Korset,
som et froststivnet Raab,
de tomme Hænder bærer kun
paa et korsfæstet Haab.
Urolig er de Dødes Søvn,
de mindes deres Saar.
Kom Vaar!
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat.
Kom søde Fuglesang.
Kom Danmarks blide Sommer.
Kom blomsterbroget Vang.
Kom gylden Dag og hvide Nat.
Kom søde Fuglesang.
søndag den 4. december 2016
Norah Jones: Killing Time
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong
I know I’m gonna be missed
Yeah I know I’m gonna be missed
What a way to be tricked
What a waste of a trip
Never thought the day would have come,
when I couldn’t get up and run
See you’ve given me gold,
and it weighed down my soul
But can I see if tomorrow will
turn back to yesterday?
Or have I gone too far
to turn it back all the way?
How can it take so long?
I know that I’m killing time all alone
but it’s dying too slow
Why did I take so long?
I know that I’m just killing time all alone
but it’s dying too slow
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong
I know I’m gonna be missed
Yeah I know I’m gonna be missed
What a way to be tricked
What a waste of a trip
Never thought the day would have come,
when I couldn’t get up and run
See you’ve given me gold,
and it weighed down my soul
But can I see if tomorrow will
turn back to yesterday?
Or have I gone too far
to turn it back all the way?
How can it take so long?
I know that I’m killing time all alone
but it’s dying too slow
Why did I take so long?
I know that I’m just killing time all alone
but it’s dying too slow
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
Bet you’re gonna cry when I’m gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong
YouTube: Norah Jones - Killing Time
onsdag den 3. august 2016
The Beatles: When I'm Sixty Four
The Beatles: When I'm Sixty Four
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Whoo!
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Whoo!
YouTube: The Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four
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