Ich weiß nicht, ob es Traum oder Wirklichkeit ist.

Kings of convenience - I'd rather dance with you

I'd rather dance with you
than talk with you,
so why don't we just move into the other room.
There's space for us to shake,
and 'hey, I like this tune'.

Even if I could hear what you said,
I doubt my reply would be interesting
for you to hear.
Because I haven't read a single book all year,
and the only film I saw,
I didn't like it at all.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

The music's too loud
and the noise from the crowd
increases the chance of misinterpretation.
So let your hips do the talking.
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings,
and you'll make me smile by really Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

It's about a boy and his dragon ... he chases him and pets him. It's about being in love with a pet dragon.

"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet

... and at once I knew I was not magnificent.
Strayed above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
I could see for miles, miles, miles ...

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree 
Saying nothing, that's enough for me

... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
I could see for miles, miles, miles ...

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory

... and at once I knew I was not magnificent.
High above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
I could see for miles, miles, miles ...


It is realized that the love that gave you a feeling so powerful you could have been a superman, has now been pulled from beneath you. You are now off your feet with only the bitter winter surrounding you. In the cold air are memories of the love that has left you there. Winters cold air through your nose allows you to smell how bitter dry love can be. At its conception, your love made you see the world being conducted by your hand, now you see you were not that magnificent.


(Bon Iver - Holocene)