After the Afterparty

This is an old photo, shot with film and a point & shoot camera. The title of the photo really explains everything that’s happening in the scene. Since the theme of WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge this week is Nighttime.

afterparty

I also decided to add a song which is self-made (D.I.Y.) and I would appreciate it if you take the time to listen to it (at least give it a chance. Listen to the first 15 seconds, then if you don’t like it: turn it off).
The lyrics are included. Both the English translation and the Norwegian original. Positive and negative feedback is appreciated on the photo and/or the song!

Knuste Hjerter – Broken Hearts, English Translation:

The tinkling sound, from underneath my feet, 
didn’t come from the gravel, it came from the broken hearts.
The tinkling sound, from underneath my feet,
didn’t come from the gravel, it came from the broken hearts.

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls

Broken hearts, sliced into me
like shards of glass in my foot soles
they cut me so I bled, yes they got me bleeding
and predators followed my trail of blood, as I was staggering along the street
staggering along the street, under the cover of darkness
on a river of tears, on my way to your bed.

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls
laid down to rest along the curbs, along the fences and houses.
Broken hearts, broken hearts.

 

Knuste Hjerter – Norwegian Lyrics:

Den singlende lyden, under mine føtter,
den kom ikke fra grus, den kom fra knuste hjerter.

Knuste hjerter, strødd rundt,
fløt som søppel i gatene
blåste i vinden og virvlet rundt
og la seg til ro langs veggene

Knuste hjerter, de skar seg inn
som glasskår i mine fotsåler
kuttet meg til blods, ja de kuttet meg til blods
slik at rovdyrene fulgte mine blodspor, ravende gatelangs
ravende gatelangs, i ly av mørket
på en elv av tårer på vei til din seng.

Knuste hjerter strødd rundt
fløt som søppel i gatene
Knuste hjerter virvlet rundt
og de la seg til ro langs veggene.»

Knuste hjerter strødd rundt
fløt som søppel i gatene
Knuste hjerter virvlet rundt
og de la seg til ro langs veggene.

La seg til ro langs fortauskanter, ved gjerder og ved hus
knuste hjerter, knuste hjerter.

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47 thoughts on “After the Afterparty

    • Haha, I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only that’s experienced stuff like this!
      This scene took place in the late 90’s, very close to much anticipated and overrated ‘new millennium’ (I’m not even sure if it was shot just before, or just after 2000, but approximately sometime around then). It’s nice to hear that you like the lyrics: there’s a lot of heart and soul in the lyrics (being young and having a broken heart can be heart breaking!).

      • I’m sure I could tell stories that would make your toes curl LOL. Your last line here about being young was cute and not in a condescending way…it’s just cute. Hey, I’m old…weird things start looking cute LOL.

  1. Ah yes… the commonality of the global artistic community! Just joking – they say that if you can remember events like your pic (or the 60s,70s, 80s, woodstock, etc.) you weren’t there: that’s why we take photographs… love both!

  2. I like the photo… erm… and I can relate to it too… 😉

    …but I also like the song and how it is sort of up-tempo compared to the lyrics… I mean, with these lyrics, it could have been a sad ballad or something, but it is not at all. More of a mix between a punk and hippie vibe; and I say it positively. Cheers!

    • Thank you very much Benoit. You’re right about the up-tempo vs lyrics, they don’t seem to fit together.
      I’ve also made other similar songs with that same kind of mix. One song I made has this West-African, up-tempo, happy tune with a catchy bass line, but the lyrics are extremely misanthropic and basically a big “Fuck You” to the world. I enjoy mixing things up like that.

    • Thanks Freddy. Apropos slow learner: In the Northern parts of Norway they have a saying that loosely translated goes something like this: “He/She was such a slow learner that I had to write it on my cock and fuck it into him/her”. (They’re experts at swearing in the Northern parts of Norway).

  3. I remember that first photo, maybe it was a different edit and I remember our conversation about it 😀 I can see that your moments of solitude have taken you to the memory lane 😉 I like seeing old pics, whether I’ve seen them or not before..

  4. I had to laugh at your instructions for listening – I stayed till the end – it sounds like something I could listen to almost daily 😀

    • I’d love to see them if you feel like sharing them. Party photos are always fun. Thank you for the comparison to Television. I’d never heard them before, but looked them up on YouTube.

  5. Can’t listen to the songs now, will come back but if the lyrics and the photo are anything to go by it brings back hazy memories! Do you think nursing homes of the future might look, and sound, like this?

  6. First of all… Love that image…
    Second of all… I listened more than 15 seconds and I didn’t turned it off. 🙂 I liked the song a lot! And the lyrics of course.

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