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Icelandic moods: While this way


While this way - Árstíðir 🎢



I recently went to a concert with a friend of mine and was introduced to the music of Árstíðir, an Icelandic band. I instantly bought their CD Nivalis.

Their music is a bit melancholic, just the way I like it, and their voices are beautiful together. The song I like the most from that CD is the first one on it: While this way. The lyrics for me remind me of a sad mood everyone experiences once in a while. The feeling that everything is not as it should be and the powerlessness to change it.


Lyrics:

Oh I am the way I am
I give and borrow
Always am the way I am
While sitting next to you
I’ll find a way, I’ll find a way
I always manage
I’ll find a way, I’ll find a way
Get pulled in back to you
Pulled in back to you

I’m falling off the edge of the world
You’re the one who’s checking out
And runs for cover
Understand the way that I feel
This ain’t the way things should be now
Or for years to follow

Now you understand the way I am
You know I’ll follow
Hanging on until the end
And won’t ever let you go
And while this way, and while this way
We might as well keep turning every page for another day
And try until we’re...

Falling off the edge of the world
You’re the one who’s checking out
And runs for cover
Understand the way that I feel
This ain’t the way things should be now
Or for years to follow


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