**English lyrics at the bottom: to keep the structure it is not 1:1, but almost** **This song also deserves a small explanation. I'm a historian (not working the field though), and this conspiracy is taken from my own backyard. Storm P. was Danish and is/was famous for his satirical paintings and comic strips, often containing the weirdest of inventions. Inventions meant to make life easier but often the point was depicting it as a ludacris idea all together. Anyway, there is a niche conspiracy theory about him being part of the Freemasons and that his paintings and sketches are keys to plots of unknown character but revolving about the ones truly holding power in society. Well, classic, but native to my country and the city I live in. Enjoy** [Vers] Jeg gik en tur på Frederiks'berg, en regnvåd eftermiddag En maler med hatten på sned, han var vel artistisk smed.. (af en slags)... Han hvisked’: “Storm P. han var nok mere end ren ballade, Han tegned’ en plan, skjult kaskade." [Vers] “Se hans mænd med hatte – de stirrer på dig Og maskinerne spio'nerer... mmmm mere og mere. Der er vinkler og vinkler og vinkler og vinkler og øjne i skyggen (se der—!) Et pen'selskab med magt over trykken” [Omkvæd] Storm P., Storm P., hvad gemte du bag grin? Var blækket en kode, og latteren din vin? Var du lo'sjens maler, var du fuld af ve-mod? Var din satire en nøgle – til noget vi aldrig forstod? [Vers] På dit museum hænger en tegning med et blik, (dybt dybt.... opbrugt) En mand i en sofa – med øjne på flugt Og jeg så det pludselig: hver linje var takt Som om verden blev styret af din pen... en skitset magt. [Omkvæd] Storm P., Storm P., hvad gemte du bag grin? Var blækket en kode, og latteren din vin? Var du lo'sjens maler, var du fuld af ve-mod? Var din satire en nøgle – til noget vi aldrig forstod? [Bro] En pibe i munden, et glimt i hans blik Men var det en fasade, et vildt trick? En frimurer med latter En skitse som slør En kappe som fængsel I latterens længsel [Omkvæd] Storm P., Storm P., du fjollede mand måske var din verden den ægte plan Og vi lo mens vi læste – vi forstod det slet ikk’ For humor kan skjule det dybeste stik. <<<<< ENGLISH >>>>> Storm P. and the Secret Pen Society Verse 1 I took a walk in Frederiksberg, one rainy afternoon There stood a man just painting, by the sidewalk near a dune He whispered: “Storm P. was more than a clown He sketched out a plan to keep the world down” Verse 2 “His men with hats – they’re watching you And the machines are spies in disguise, it’s true There are angles and eyes in the shadows behind A secret brush guild that’s steering your mind” Chorus Storm P., Storm P., what lies behind your smile? Was your ink a code, your laughter all the while? Were you the lodge’s painter with truths we’re not to see? Was your satire the key – to some strange reality? Verse 3 In the museum hung a drawing with a stare too deep A man on a sofa – with eyes that never sleep Then I saw the pattern: each line was a law As if the world was ruled by the sketches I saw Chorus Storm P., Storm P., what lies behind your smile? Was your ink a code, your laughter all the while? Were you the lodge’s painter with truths we’re not to see? Was your satire the key – to some strange reality? Bridge A pipe in his mouth, a glimmer in his gaze But maybe that charm was just a clever maze A Freemason jester with cloak and delight Who drew up our prison in broad daylight Final Chorus Storm P., Storm P., you jester of men But maybe your drawings were truth with a pen And we laughed as we watched – but missed the sign For humor can hide the most secret design
