hetta er síðstu ferð. "So set your restless heart at ease. Take a lesson from these autumn leaves. They waste no time waiting for the snow. Don't argue now you'll be late. There is nothing to investigate"

syngja, og kanska fer hann nú at syngja ein væl kendan countrysang í komandi tíð. They?re gonna put me in the movies, they´re gonna make a big star out of me... and all I gotta do is act natural.

sum um, at tær spæla saman hvønn dag. Tær hava prógvað, at flogbóltur er annað enn hædd og styrki. They where an inspiration to watch!”

teir báðir tónleikajournalistarnir soleiðis: -Sometimes all it takes is 25 minutes. Not least when they’re as sublime as on 200s album ‘Vendetta’. Through it Mikael Blak, Niels Arge Galán and Uni Árting [...] wipe their asses with so many of the bands riding the new wave of punk in Scandinavia these days – they do it while extending well-placed and heartfelt Fuck You!’s to the fearmongering political right

all share historical roots and comtemporary challenges for self-reliant economic development. Where they differ is in their constitutional status and jurisdictional capacity. These cold water islands represent

adrenaline. They struck a fine balance between being deadly serious and deadly unserious (with a keyboardist who looks like a kimono-clad Capt. Jack Sparrow with a wireless keytar, how serious can they be?) but

reparera hetta vrakið av eini samveru, sum stríðið millum ísraelar og palestinar er vorðið til. – They are the occupiers and we are the occupied. We only fight for our national rights against a brutal [...] only defend ourselves and do what is necessary to protect the state and poeple of Israel. The moment they recognize us and stop the terrorism, we will end the occupation and give them their state, sum ki

aftur, segði Annika Olsen í kvøld, leyst endurgivið. Hon endaði við at sitera Michelle Obama: – When they go low, we go high! ##med2##

My Grandmothers Hands Grandma' I wonder where you keep your wings Are they in the closet, with the rest of your things I know you have wings This must be true Cause God always gives them to Angels like

fremsti troubadørur, Bob Dylan, mundi ikki vera so heilt avmarsjeraður tá ið hann yrkti sangin The times they are a´changing. Takk fyri at eg varð boðin higar ídag, og havi eina góða framtíð í sátt og semju og