Wardruna is a musical project based on Nordic spiritualism and the runes of the Elder Futhark. Lyrics written in Norwegian, Old Norse and Proto-Norse tongue.
sources: wikipedia and wardruna.com
somewhere the bombing all has stopped and people begin to sit and talk and somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes 'cause there's nothing left to buy or sell or kill or die for anymore we’re living inside eternal moments that we’ve searched for all our lives there’s nobody living by the clock and every door is left unlocked 'cause property died all alone and capitalism lost its home there’s plenty of fresh air here in town and plants are growing on the cars and all of the streets are used for dancing and at night you see all the stars
we’re searching for something that was lost and centuries all have covered up we’re flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives and every tiny piece we find we pick up and glue together collectively working for our utopian futures to collide in snuggly beds and midnight talks in wandering bike rides and wayward walks making up all of our own music, art, myth, food and news it’s happening everywhere we go collective bookstores and basement shows sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go
i’m a dream, this is real i’m a dream, you are here i’m a dream, you are me i’m a dream, we are free i’m a dream, this is real i’m a dream, you are here i’m a dream, you are me i’m a dream, we are free
now can’t you feel the ice caps grow? now can’t you hear the forests laugh at piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows 'cause the only processing we do now is with one another in our homes with people we’ll fight, fuck, laugh and cry with until the day we die here where we share all that we’ve won here where we grieve for what is lost here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own here where we celebrate each other here where you’ve never had a boss here where we sing like restless kids with half-chewed food inside our mouths
here in the place outside the box there are no more borders left to cross from each according to ability and to each based on need here in the place where dreams aren’t dead here in the space between our heads.
This may be the most comforting song for when I feel melancholy or lonely. I’d love to hear what songs make you feel held or at home, can you message me?