Glossolalia - Einar Stray Orchestra

Oslo speaks to me in tongues

Glossolalia’s a town

Where I gasp from worried lungs

They say I’m in some kind of phase

I pour my heart out and they yawn

The roots that reach into the dawn

Underline my lack of grace

Longer hair, thicker skin

I’ve spent a decade in a spin

No-one's ever getting out

No-one's ever getting in

I’ve learned the craft of hatred too

I’ve learned to stray from the truth

I take the subway in to work

We’re underground, it’s always dark

Is it the humming of the train or do they speak in tongues?

My afterlife will be these songs

Minutes later I’ll be soaked

I hit the surface and I woke

Up from my dream

My beautiful ridiculous dream

Glossolalia

These streets fill me with oh, such fury

This architectural code

That used to please me so

You gotta shake some dirty hands

You gotta kiss them while you can

Kiss it quick then rise again!

Is it the roaring of the trams or do we speak in tongues?

Our afterlives in senseless songs

Conversation stays the same

I hit the surface and I it rained upon my dream

My beautiful ridiculous dream

Glossolalia glosslalalalalala…