More songs by Iceage
Description
Bass Guitar: Jakob Tvilling Pless
Drums: Dan Kjær Nielsen
Engineer: Asbjørn Nørrind Hansen
Engineer: Jens Ramon
Engineer: Oliver Nehammer
Flute: Elias Bender Rønnenfelt
Guitar: Johan Surrballe Wieth
Guitar: Casper Morilla Fernandez
Guitar: Elias Bender Rønnenfelt
Mastering Engineer: Emil Thomsen
Mixing Engineer: Nis Bysted
Producer: Nis Bysted
Producer: Iceage
Recording Engineer: Jens Benz
Vocals: Elias Bender Rønnenfelt
Composer: Elias Bender Rønnenfelt
Composer: Dan Kjær Nielsen
Composer: Jakob Tvilling Pless
Composer: Johan Suurballe Wieth
Composer: Casper Morilla Fernandez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ain't no desperate plea, just scattered briefcase.
Whoa, been left behind, relinquished to the night. Whoa, looking at this place, it left me colorblind.
Not one of these pricks is a friend of mine. Yeah, had it with peace times.
I found a new home in war crime.
Yet still, none of my issues have gone away.
Bought myself a bird, caged it from your world.
Whoa, lost its melody, glass trap, big door set it free.
Whoa, my little sparrow used to sing till it fell asleep on its glass, and I cut its wings.
Yeah, crushing its spirit might've just helped the lyrics, but still, none of my blues have gone away.
Brother, you rushed away. I see you sunken in malaise.
Whoa, left you in the dirt, tore your favorite shirt. Whoa, you know this city is a guillotine.
A hometown of severed hopes and dreams. Shaver on its way to nick off the blade.
And here, none of my troubles have gone away.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Sip for all your worth, you're standing crest and incomplete.
Life is for the weak. Life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak. Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Better off the most, you're always something that you need.
Life is for the weak.
Life is for the weak. Life is for the weak.
English translation
Ain't no desperate plea, just scattered briefcase.
Whoa, been left behind, relinquished to the night. Whoa, looking at this place, it left me colorblind.
Not one of these pricks is a friend of mine. Yeah, had it with peace times.
I found a new home in war crime.
Yet still, none of my issues have gone away.
Bought myself a bird, caged it from your world.
Whoa, lost its melody, glass trap, big door set it free.
Whoa, my little sparrow used to sing till it fell asleep on its glass, and I cut its wings.
Yeah, crushing its spirit might've just helped the lyrics, but still, none of my blues have gone away.
Brother, you rushed away. I see you sunken in malaise.
Whoa, left you in the dirt, tore your favorite shirt. Whoa, you know this city is a guillotine.
A hometown of severed hopes and dreams. Shaver on its way to nick off the blade.
And here, none of my troubles have gone away.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Sip for all your worth, you're standing crest and incomplete.
Life is for the weak. Life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak. Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Life is for, life is for, life is for the weak.
Better off the most, you're always something that you need.
Life is for the weak.
Life is for the weak. Life is for the weak.