Once upon a time the Prime Minister rode his bike to work, and wore trouser bands. On Sundays he went for a ski trip with an anorakk and knickers, and maybe his wife and kids came along, and they had a camping stove. And the king took the trolley and paid for his own ticket.
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters?
What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
What happened to the old fashioned fairness ideals? That everyone should be treated completely equally in the courtroom? And what happed to the state mortgage bank? And whatever happened to Louise Valle. She was the Minister of Justice and thought there were other ways to fight crime than to put people in cages of armored concrete.
Thats when we thought stock holders were a kind of animal, who lived in America, with cigars and market laws and blue-frozen blacks who stood and breathed white steam and warmed their hands over a fire in the Bronx, or the Bowery. What happened to Flower Power and Make Love, not war?
And for that matter, what happened to Finance Minster Per Kleppe? What happened to anti-inflationary policies? When did the market law come swimming in from the big world? What happened to the dreams of the big welfare? What happened to the hospitality that took in relatives from the country, and refugees from Hungary? What became of the dream of the warm, beautiful and friendly world? And what has become of us?
I'm sorry to say that it's impossible to translate this song to any language. There are to many references to things only Norwegians know of and understand, and it would make no sense to anyone else.
Hi, I read an English translation of it recently at a lecture. The translator was aware enough of these metaphors to make them understandable. I will post her translation here as soon as I get it.
Once upon a time the Prime Minister rode his bike to work, and wore trouser bands. On Sundays he went for a ski trip with an anorakk and knickers, and maybe his wife and kids came along, and they had a camping stove. And the king took the trolley and paid for his own ticket.
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters?
What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
Every one should be completely equal
Laborers must be a little bit more equal than rich folks
Folks with money have to die the same way as folks on a fixed income—and in the same hospital beds.
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
What happened to the old fashioned fairness ideals? That everyone should be treated completely equally in the courtroom? And what happed to the state mortgage bank? And whatever happened to Louise Valle. She was the Minister of Justice and thought there were other ways to fight crime than to put people in cages of armored concrete.
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
Thats when we thought stock holders were a kind of animal, who lived in America, with cigars and market laws and blue-frozen blacks who stood and breathed white steam and warmed their hands over a fire in the Bronx, or the Bowery. What happened to Flower Power and Make Love, not war?
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters?
What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
And for that matter, what happened to Finance Minster Per Kleppe? What happened to anti-inflationary policies? When did the market law come swimming in from the big world? What happened to the dreams of the big welfare? What happened to the hospitality that took in relatives from the country, and refugees from Hungary? What became of the dream of the warm, beautiful and friendly world? And what has become of us?
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
choiceocracy. livejournal. com/15529. html (remove spaces) English interpretation of the lyrics.
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
Hej, could anyone translate the lyrics into English?
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
I'm sorry to say that it's impossible to translate this song to any language. There are to many references to things only Norwegians know of and understand, and it would make no sense to anyone else.
olasonn 2 years ago
Hi, I read an English translation of it recently at a lecture. The translator was aware enough of these metaphors to make them understandable. I will post her translation here as soon as I get it.
ap0stm0dernist 2 years ago
I'm sure it is understandable, but people not knowing the people and things mentioned in the lyrics can't appreciate it like we can, unfortunately.
But feel free to post it when you get a hold of it.
olasonn 2 years ago
Jag är svensk och jag älskar måker... och Odd B, tack, tack, tack för att ni lagt ut så mycket med honom :)
Ingela
smellybog 3 years ago
jeg hater måker
ellorm 3 years ago
Elsker det! drit kult altså!!
gullklomp 3 years ago
Mange takk! finnes det flere live videos av Odd og Lars Martin paa Internet?
hlastarn 4 years ago
Takk for denne! :))
esopesop 4 years ago
Takk for at du postet denne! Børretzen er genial:-)
tapani27 4 years ago
Bare hyggelig.
Liker slike små-opptredener, der alt kan skje.
Bl.a. der Odd synger feil i første refreng.
Herlig.
olasonn 4 years ago