ORGAR BRIM
Orgar brim á björgum, (The surf screams on the cliffs)
bresta öldu hestar, (The wave horses break)
stapar standa tæpir, (Cliffs stand unstable)
steinar margir veina. (Many stones howl)
Þoka úr þessu rýkur, (Fog fumes from all of this)
þjóð ei spáir góðu. (Does not bode well for the people)
Halda sumir höldar (Some men believe)
hríð á eftir ríði. (A storm will follow this)
A friend of mine introduced me to this song while we backpacked around Europe a few years ago. It turned into our theme song, and yes we did get fucked up in Hamburg on a Sunday Night! stainer
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022