The new single from KEiiNO, released 27.01.23 lnk.to/ADKS Videoedit: Simen Løvgren Videographer: Tobias Aasgaarden / South Coast Creative AS (p) & (c) Mii Recordings AS / KEiiNO AS
This might be the most underrated song of all times, especially considering that they have other well-known songs. Like how does everyone not absolutely love this??
Without a doubt one of your best releases since "Monument" - the combination of ethereal folk elements with the banging electronic beats and building to that amazing crescendo (I live for Alexandra's high notes ❤️) - tusen takk, kjære 🤩 x
Hello from Japan! 🇯🇵 It's been 2 years since I first heard your music. Beautiful and powerful music is the support of my heart. I'm rooting for you✊🏻 ̖́-
Omg!!!! Goosebumps!!! I love this !!! On Norvegian !!! Woow!! Ahh... love them and wanna meet them in person HI KEiiNO YOU FAN LOVE'S YOU AND WANNA MEET YOU IN PERSON greethings from Macedonia
I may not understand half of this song but oh god this is amazing!! You give ppl a big amout of happiness when they hear you. You guys can't make a bad song 🔥❤️
This slaps so hard and languages? yes! My Duolingo is beginning to pay off. It's a new sound but it's so KEiiNO. A couple of times my brain leapt in with another Keiino song from the lyrics (monument, for one). This was haunting and beautiful and wonderful
I love how every song Keiino puts out is about 3 minutes in length just in the off chance that they decide to make another possible run at representing Norway at Eurovision
Приятно что ребята поют на своём языки и с уважением относятся к своей культуре не пародируя никого , так держать 👏 Норвегия 🇳🇴👍👍👍👍👏👏👏👏✊🏻, привет вам из Екатеринбурга.😊
Can any Sami speakers help me translate more of this EPIC song? It inspired me to write the sci-fi/fantasy scene below. Feels like “opening credits music” to a series doesn't it? + Kings and queens and other beautiful souls around me lay still, preserved in their final moments of our pitched defense. Their souls are leading other lives now… While I remain here, this form as eternal as the Earth I was summoned into being to protect. My dreaming travels on the spirit of water. Frozen as crystal or flowing as the world’s blood, oceans and rivers of nourishment. They ferry my mind along with the rivers of spirit, and I see your kind as they dream lives-between-lives. Your departed kin glimpse what time is to me, how differently it flows when one is at-one with the world. Over the same rocks from which I am made, beneath the quiet stillness of mountains… like those I was compared to. But who am I really? I could have been a singer… a dancer, maybe, if my footfalls would not shake the world. But I needed to be a warrior, such was fate. I have no regrets… my mind is one with the water now. Shores I have never seen and deserts I have never imagined… The water-dream brings me glimpses of all it touches, far beyond this frozen memorial. Amidst these great visions, I feel your kind. Your continued lives are my promise fulfilled! My sacrifice, not in vain, as your kind survives. And oh, what you have survived since… I have felt those nightmares amidst the dream. This Earth which we guarded from powers beyond… was no shelter from the perils of free will. I’ve blocked some of it out to be honest, as I couldn’t bear to watch, and my body wouldn’t budge. But I also dream of dancing at your festivals… and the creative joy of building! So many stones we laid in gratitude, or in monuments to guide the energies of Earth and sky in harmony. Glorious creations… but not enough to stop the storm - that hungry storm from worlds beyond. For a moment I am aware of my body, in its eternal half crouch. Sprawled on what was the shape of the land, the legion of selfless soldiers and the hues they shed form vast halls of frozen memories. But... what is awakening me now? I hear voices? Souls are singing. And across my body, all the gold your craftsmen inlaid, to adorn and “improve me” as they said… it warms mysteriously. Perhaps I remember the honor you associated with it… the love it represented. It brought me such pride… and brought me such pain, when our sun dealt a final blow to the assailants, when it lashed at the Earth with its energies. Vibrations of the subtle begin to lap upon my dreaming awareness…undulations like an approaching tide. Or music? I find this music MOST disagreeable- Oh, it is a machine... testing the ground with its sound and radiations. Weight, covering my body again… I realize the snow has thinned! How many human generations - how many civilizations - have passed? Singing - they sing again! Sami verses and the love of their hearts! Mystics with ancient words, some changed in syllable but preserving the heartfelt meaning. These are songs of respect, songs to wake one gently from the timeless… A tingle runs through my spine, those streams of magnetism your kind lovingly wove into the elements of nature. Water is still within the living pieces of wood woven through my form, but it cannot yet flow. Coils of my being pulse with the electricity of Earth. Wellsprings of consciousness along my body stir and flower - as my mind blossoms into the here-and-now - into human time. Identity, apart from the ever-flowing waters and ever-shifting rock… the songs your people learned from the land now remind me to exist. Hibernating fibers of the Earth and sigil-marked stones end abruptly where… one of my arms is missing. Oh… that’s right… So many lives, all those daughters and sons, fathers and mothers, the hundred souls charging from the flank. I caught the blast that was aimed at them… my arm was suddenly excised from reality by the villian’s strange powers. But as I wake, I begin to feel sigils glowing in my awareness, new inscriptions to connect and awaken Earth, to mend my form. They lay above the snow, being prepared anxiously as the other humans sing so lovingly. I pool and focus my consciousness through the lens of solid water, listening to the voices as they work… as they hurry. One set of sigils is upon a new form refined from the Earth, but so unlike ANY stone I have ever imagined. Sigils upon it call to me… and say it is a weapon. There are a few, as large as buildings where they have been laid upon the snow above. “How is your friend down there going to power these?” A voice above murmurs in foreign sounds. “Let us worry about that,” a woman says, possessing a calm like that of the ancients whom I so miss. “Our “old friend” can tap in to all the power they need, as long as they touch the Earth.” “And only if this stays attached.” The first voice seems to complain or doubt as they fiddle upon a strange stone. “The bark of one tree won’t stick to another.” “Only when the tree isn’t trying. Besides, he’s gonna need an upgrade to fight those things.” The human walks across the snow above, towards a large number of women assembling into a circle. “Hey sisters.” “You don’t look like sisters,” another human says in the unfamiliar language as they laugh, joining the circle. “Sisters from another mister.” Then again, they speak the language that helped to birth me, that brought me… individuality, from out of the ever-shifting Earth. While the others spoke another language entirely, together they are move as one… a circle of noaidi and a people completely unknown to me. And as they dance and sing, the snow begins to melt… While deep below, I feel the Earth’s heart-warmth channeled towards me. They have brought their songs together… and now bring they me back to life! I shall see the ancestors again in their new lives, and we shall protect this world together. ++++ Some minutes and hours of human time later… Beneath a wide jet wing painted in a colorful feather pattern, the sun now shone in the doorway where Mikom stood. Not that it warmed things much. “How long’s it been now? How can they dance in that icy water?” The coalition coordinator furrowed her round face in concern. Despite her youth the young Malagasy woman was proving to be an effective mother figure during this journey. “It wasn’t water when they started.” “Hmm?” “The mystics of their order gave the Bodewadmi their name. They don’t just hold secrets or wisdom, they have powers.” “Powers or no, that shit must be COLD. I’m more worried for them than I am for myself right now… and I’m still expecting an angry call from a hyper-intelligent A.I.” “No one was expecting to receive any of those weapons,” Mikom pointed with his chin towards the massive armaments spread out below like the beginnings of a town. “Every one is from my private collection - aside from that thing Okeke just invented. Seems my pride and glory is too damaged to ever walk again.” He shrugged, looking away across the valley. "Had my eye of one of those new Nihon designs anyway." “That’s one expensive hobby you have there,” she observed. “I like to think of myself as a patron of the mechanical arts.” “Still, Haudenosaunee forces flew all this way to help out, at least they ought to expect their allies to be on time. M.E.T.A.C.O.M. has to run a tight ship with those forces on the frontline - for everyone’s sake.” He nodded, feeling her worry for other’s lives, “yeah…” “He’s like his namesake - just wants everyone to get out this mess okay.” “Me too… but, I’m worried that nothing we do here can make a difference. Even after what _we've_ seen... still not sure I believe it all happened. Even if we raised an ancient war God out of the ground… well, everything about the one we’re fighting against _creeps the shit_ out of me.” “Some alien, old-ass god that doesn’t play by the laws of reality.” A noaidi walked up beside them, the ancient man smiling with a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. “Time our Gods teach them a lesson.” “Hey, did you feel that?” their pilot called up from down on the ground, taking a few steps back from a steep slope along the hillside. “Feel what?” And then a witty remark dissolved in Mikom’s throat, as his mind tried to decide how it felt about the fact that a new hill was quickly rising from the snow in the distance. Singers were quickly stepping back from its growing diameter - while the circle of meditating dancers took seated positions. Higher and higher they rose! Seated neatly in the center of a mesa, they were calm even as the world around them changed. Waterfalls ran down its front and the sight took Mikom’s breath away - when he saw vast tapestries of what might have been gold, framing and detailing the suggestion of a face. A supremely soothing sound seemed to hum across the valley from… well, what appeared to be a deity being born from the Earth. ++++ Thanks for reading!
Elsker dere Keiino. Men jeg likte desverre ikke den engelske biten i denne sangen. Det ble litt mye i én sang. Første halvdel var nydelig❤ Siste halvdel var sikkert fint for internasjonale lyttere.
