THE BOARD Country × Gangsta Rap — English Version [Intro – acoustic guitar, dark piano] [car door closes] [engine starts] Male spoken: Ten in the crew. Eight on the road. Four hours sleep. Thursday morning. Flekkefjord behind us. Budapest ahead. Two couldn't make this one. Nobody forgotten. Eight make the trip. Ten make The Board. [BEAT DROPS] [Verse 1 – Rap] Four in the morning, the whole town sleeps Headlights cutting through empty streets Bags in the back and the coffee runs black Four days ahead, ain't no turning back Four hours sleep but we're doing just fine Half of us awake, the rest of us lying Three got the plans, three got control That's six too many when nobody knows Out of Flekkefjord, mile after mile One talks loud, one's asleep with a smile Then from the back comes a beautiful sound— PSSSHT! [Beat stops] What the hell was that? Nothing. What did you open? Nothing. It's not even five! [Pause] It's Thursday. [BASS DROP] [COUNTRY-ROCK CHORUS] THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (ON THE ROAD AGAIN!) Eight old friends Getting out again From Flekkefjord to Sola Budapest tonight THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (HERE WE GO AGAIN!) A little older now But the fire's still alive EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh! THE BOARD RIDES AGAIN! [Verse 2 – Faster Rap] Airport doors and we're walking inside Bags getting checked, got a plane to ride Security done, now we're watching the gate Suddenly we got way too much time to wait The Board got rules nobody ever wrote No signature needed, no official vote Before those engines ever start to roar There's one damn rule that we can't ignore Before the runway Before we fly Before we're thirty thousand feet in the sky One cold beer Raise it up Tradition ain't tradition If you mess it up First beer? SOLA! Where? SOLA! Destination? BUDAPEST! Who are we? THE BOARD! [Country guitar lick] Boarding starts and the eight fall in Four days waiting and a city to win Engines up Runway ahead Next time these doors open— Budapest. [COUNTRY-ROCK CHORUS] THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (ON THE ROAD AGAIN!) Eight old friends Getting out again Sola in the rearview Budapest tonight THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (HERE WE GO AGAIN!) EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) THE BOARD RIDES AGAIN! [Verse 3 – Rap / Country Beat] Touchdown Hungary Hit the ground Eight old friends Heading into town First the hotel Rooms ain't ready Everybody tired Nobody steady [Beat stops] Not ready? Okay. That's not a problem. That's a challenge. [Beat returns] One says left One says right One swears he knows where we're going tonight Five minutes walking Ten, then twenty Confidence high Information? Not plenty. Then somebody stops: “Hold up…” Cold beer. Empty table. Problem solved. Gentlemen— The meeting is now in session. [COUNTRY HOOK] WHERE'S THE BOARD? (AT THE BAR!) WHERE'S THE PLAN? (WHO KNOWS!) WHERE'S THE HOTEL? (TOO FAR!) WHAT DO WE NEED? (ONE MORE!) THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! Eight in Budapest tonight EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) [Bridge – Acoustic Guitar + Fiddle] Male singing: Two empty chairs Around our table tonight One couldn't make it We'll catch you next time The other had somewhere More important to be Sometimes life changes Where you're supposed to be No punchlines No big words Just old friends Making sure they're heard Backing harmonies: Eight on the road… Ten in the crew… Male: Wherever this road takes us Nobody gets forgotten. [Verse 4 – Rapid Rap] Thursday landing, Friday running Saturday night and Sunday coming Four days packed into one long ride Eight in the city with ten by our side Old enough now that we should know better Young enough still to ignore bad weather Back hurts more and the hair gets thin Put us together— We're twenty again No meeting room No chairman's chair No quarterly numbers Nobody cares No minutes written No business plan Just eight old idiots— [Beat stops] With a very loose plan. [BEAT + FIDDLE DROP] Years roll by but the crew holds fast New grey hairs, same jokes from the past Different lives but the bond stays strong You blink twice and thirty years are gone Eight got tickets Eight climbed aboard But friendship ain't numbers— TEN MAKE THE BOARD. [FINAL COUNTRY-ROCK CHORUS] THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (ON THE ROAD AGAIN!) Eight old friends Getting out again From Flekkefjord to Sola Budapest tonight THE BOARD IS ON THE ROAD AGAIN! (HERE WE GO AGAIN!) A little older now But the fire's still alive EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) EIGHT ON THE ROAD! (TEN IN THE CREW!) SOLA! (FIRST BEER!) BUDAPEST! (FOUR DAYS!) THE BOARD! (FOR LIFE!) WHOA-OH-OH-OH! THE BOARD RIDES AGAIN! WHOA-OH-OH-OH! THE BOARD RIDES AGAIN! [Electric guitar + fiddle outro] Male spoken: Eight made the trip. Ten make The Board. [Pause] Now.. Where's the bar? [Final guitar ]
