World Music with Black Edges

Out of Africa, mother of the species
 The original tribe falling to pieces
 As families diverged and spread to farther lands
 We are the offspring of those traveling bands
 Back to Africa, returning to the source
 Neonism revived, connecting to the force
 Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat
 We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought
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 (Woo!) In Kragerø, Telemark, reporting from the fjord
 Tanned people row boats with children on board
 Above the codfish and mackerel, below the gulls of the sky
 In these summers I grew up, so happy I could die
 Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis
 In the small wooden hall we wrote our Omnipolis
 Back when the mothers still walked the Earth
 The ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth
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 The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed for the tropics
 Back to the late '90s' with the fluorescent topics
 They forgot to yourself in the device stay true
 The Total Orchestra come howling back at you
 The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
 The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins (howling back at you)
 The synth machinery, Gedichte of gloom
 The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
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 Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
 The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins
 The synth machinery, Gedichte of gloom
 The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
 Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda på enn emosjonell turisme
 Ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat
 Ein feit chick med glowstick stein på feil shit
 I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi
 Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
 Du må lata musikken røra beini dine (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
 Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Kryp inn i mitt hovud
 Kosmopolis, it is something new
 Kosmopolis, I have my eye on you
 Vеrse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap
 Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with rap
 Soldiers of fortune, heavy metal kings
 How cool to be only one of those things
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 There are no blacks in black metal
 The name must be an error
 How did this temple of sound roar into being?
 Who made it the tornado it is?
 The bad kids are getting old
 But what they played is not
 Open the Black Metal Order
 This is pain immortalized
 The future is said to be many things
 But I predict it to be transatlantic
 Who is able to carry on through?
 Who is able to stay courageous?
 Aesthetes in uniforms, microstates with riding boots
 Democrats in leather, anarchists in shooting suits
 Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
 Three days it lasted, world music with black edges
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 Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
 Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
 Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
 Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
 Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Kryp inn i mitt hovud (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 Third Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin
 Third Rebel for short, a think tank grey as sin
 Metal should look martial, be as strict as it is stern
 In the hall of arts we made the Gewaltkunstwerk burn
 Kosmopolis, it is something new
 Kosmopolis, I have my eye on you
 Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
 Three days it lasted, world music with black edges
 L'art est le fanatisme qui oblige à la diplomatie
 À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit