Bletturinn minn (My spot)

there's a spot on my hand
it shows me the way
I stick out my arm
and follow
and I believe
that now something is going to happen
and I believe
that all the statues are smiling at me
every single thing
reborn in the Sunday sun
brand new cars in front of every house

little birds
fly in circles around my hand
it snows and snows
and the city's turned white
and I believe
that now something is going to happen
and I believe
that all the statues are smiling at me
and I've turned white
my clothes have turned white
like an advertisement
where everything's made new

Það borgar sig ekki (It doesn't pay)

it doesn't pay to know too much
it works out wrong
it doesn't pay to hear too much
about your friends from other people
they can tell you when the time comes
it'll show in your face
if you already know

it doesn't pay to know too much
about the ones you're closest to
it doesn't pay to know too much
leave the blank spaces alone
because knowledge can ruin things
Adam said something like that
trust is the only way home
when the GPS is broken

it doesn't pay to know too much
something will happen at any rate
it doesn't pay to know too much
use your energy somewhere else
sometimes you have to trust time
or even coincidence
life makes over time
its own strange electric lines

Huldi akurinn (The hidden field)

in the forest
down a gravel road
that turns into a dirt road
is the hidden field
snakes and rabbits
come and go
look at you with curious eyes
but don't protect us
they can't protect anything
but just come
you can see it yourself
you can come
and see it yourself

the hidden field
is surrounded by fir trees
mainland birds sing there
that maybe you've never seen
and the yellow flowers
collect their bees
the frogs warm themselves in the sun
which isn't unlike the Icelandic sun
neither of them worry about me
they don't worry about you either
that's how it looks to me
but just come
you can see it yourself
you can come
and see it yourself

Vitlaust hús (The wrong house)

all this time
I've been looking at the wrong house
but that's how it goes sometime
it's not a big deal
I worked on a crane
I've got a photo to prove it
but never lifted the roof off that house
even by accident

but the house I was watching
I found out a few things about it
that seem to apply to houses in general
scaffolds, pizza delivery
how the junk mail gets in

all this time
I've been looking at the wrong house
now I've completely stopped
looking to the side as I walk by
but it wasn't a waste of time
or without a purpose

Náman (The mine)

let's go down into the mine
onto the pitch black field
where the devil sings
like a smoke detector

breathe slowly
breathe quietly
because the devil's fire extinguisher
puts love to sleep
smothers love
dulls passions
and my devil
knows your devil

let's go back up
with the gemstones
and roll in the grass
while the sun shines
they're working in the mine
while the sun shines

Passaðu þig (Be careful)

keep these wish lists in your pocket
but be careful with them
you can always show up late
one more time
when something on them calls you home
at the end it's quiet
and there's no movement
according to lots of good stories.
to crawl on a sheet of glass
you need to learn from a spider
but I don't see one here

space and distance
find something like that
brown threads won't manage
to save anyone from a sinking car
and I don't have any rope
or tape, nothing
though I wish I had.
to crawl on a sheet of glass
you need to learn from a spider
but I don't see one here

Ljósmynd (Photograph)

I write on film
with a candle
distracted
when the darkness disappears
throw a flashlight
into the harbor
watch the glow
till it disappears

I borrow your words
and a camera
again and again
eyes form on the film
after a little while
but dark grey turns black
and light grey turns white
each time
a little more is gone

hum and chatter about nothing
phone numbers, checklists
tease me
pop in and out of my head
but sometimes there's just one
chance you get
and one picture
though you want more

Suðaustanátt (Southeaster)

it's blowing from the east
and for the first time in a long while
I don't care about the rain
because I'm tired
and want it to blow
this stick out of me
I want it to blow away
don't want to hold it

I have no interest
in making a nest for this stick
I have no interest
in giving it a doll, or a new compass
I couldn't care less
where it lost its recharger
I want it to blow away
don't want to hold it

the kites can have
the strong string
I don't want it
I just want a gale
the rain is fine
we're pretty lucky to live here
we'll see later
how lucky we are to be here

Einbreið brú (One-lane bridge)

storm at night
the wind blew me straight at you
rain on icy streets
you know how that goes

we got a ride
with a silver Spanish bird
Saturday morning
no one believed that

I dreamed about a one-lane bridge
by a birch tree with silver bark
and I wanted to give you
all of my chocolate-covered strawberries