Chords for Erik Bye live under Spellemannprisen 1978

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_ _ _ _ The pig went [D] away, he [C] loved everything that was around [Bb] him
Both people and animals, [Dm] big and small
Yes, even [C] the cat and the dog
[G] The heart that loves [F] everything must beat _ _ _
_ He grew up with a sow and a goat
And the [D] buck with a long beard
[Bb] He [F] saw that the cow was a lot of weight
And walked there with many thoughts
Even the pig is smart if he is still fat _ _ _ _
And the deer he learned from the wild boar
[Dm] The horse [C] he learned to dance
[Bb] The lamb [F] he learned to turn and turn
The buck and the halfling [Bb] danced
[F] See life [A] around you [F] that dances
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_ _ _ _ _ have understood that you have enormous respect for the folk art
But you don't approach it with a traditional respect
_ Yes, I mean, you should have respect
But you shouldn't let it go over in a carefree way
To let it bloom
You should have respect for meat and blood
You can hear folk songs about _ serious psalms
When the content doesn't require interpretation
I have heard a song _ _ _ _ _ about two westerners fighting for fishing rights
They fight each other, it's brutal
The same guy from the west
_ _ _ _ It's not funny to sing that, he never meant that _
The next one is called Blue Earth
It's from Lom, and it's played by Sparre Olsen himself
I was surprised when I heard the lyrics _
Yes, _ _ Sparre Olsen has also found the lyrics
I think the melody is so beautiful, _ carefree
The _ lyrics can be interpreted in many ways
But the melody is what determines it all
It's called Blue Earth, that's the name of the main character
And in contrast to the heroic deeds of Osmund Fregdaeva
Blue Earth is the lowest of the lowest in society
He's a lazy, lazy, lazy
But he's also a lazy, lazy, lazy
Because he gets hooked
_ And he stands there, and can't even move his feet
But he's standing there, all clumsy, a loser
_ _ _ Then an unknown person comes and makes a show of it
Today a press photographer would have taken a picture of it, but he had to do it with words
It's made fun of
It's not made fun of, that's the point
He gives an expression of sympathy to this poor guy
And I think that's so nice
The more you think about the lyrics, the less strange it is
Because it fits
There are few pictures of Norwegian society long ago
A tiny snapshot
But then you have to get the fiddle and play it with me
You've taught me the sparrows _
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_ _ I'm in [Ab] the show, [G] now I want to [Fm] sing
[Eb] About a blue [F] earth, there's a [Cm] land
_ He [Ab] stood there, [G] so empty and [C] silent
[Eb] That he couldn't move his feet
[Cm] _ _ [G] He [Eb] stood there, all clumsy, [D] a loser
[Gm] So [Eb] that the light [Eb] was shining [F] down
_ _ [C] This [Gm] happened, [A] the north [Ab] sun
And [Abm] then the trust [Fm] was gone for [Gm] a liter [C] of wine _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Gb] It gave a deeper perspective to the melody
The last one, there they make fun of each other
It's like the construction of the apes, they make fun of other buildings
_ The one who stands in his own building and sings, makes fun of other buildings
That's how it should be
This is really Norwegian
I think I'll show you how to do it
There's Halvingdal, Sigdal, Krødsherrad and different_
Just not in his own building, of course
But he can make each building like that
You know the one you always call, remember me, the _ Halvingen
It should actually have a haring fiddle in it
Knut Buren plays this in an arrangement we have
Which is not a vest we have made for the album
We have this special haring fiddle
You don't have double strings on this one No
Can you get it [D] like this?
Yes, we have a loose string Yes
Yes, I can try
Electric haring fiddle Yes
It's a medley
Yes, you have to suck and play
Yes, I can do that _
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Hey, _ remember me, the Halvingen
I'm a red-haired, [A] self-made evening
[D] With hammer and plough [A] like the wind
[G] When the evening [D] is grey, the Sigdal
I keep the fiddle with me _ _ _ _
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Hey, [G] remember [D] me, the Halvingen
[G] I'm a red-haired, [A] self-made [D] evening
With hammer and plough like the wind
When the evening is grey, the Sigdal
I keep the fiddle with me _ _ _ _
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