Nephew Filmography

• Kronprinsparrets priser 2012 (2012)
• P3 Guld (2010)
• Zulu Awards '10 (2010)

• 007 Is Also Gonna Die - Nephew
• Wasted - Nephew
• Sexy Rescue - Nephew
• Swimming Time - Nephew
• Stay Inside - Nephew
• Speed Nation - Nephew
• Science Fiction & Familien - Nephew
• Police Bells And Church Sirens - Nephew
• New Year's Morning - Nephew
• Milk & Wine - Nephew
• Jesus, Jesus - Nephew
• Hurra - Nephew
• Gong Gong - Nephew
• Focus On The Sound - Nephew
• Downtown Europe - Nephew
• Circulating Slow - Nephew
• Carlsberg Nights - Nephew
• A Wannabe Darth Vader (uk Version) - Nephew
• 100 Years - Nephew
• Nephew - Stir

What is black and what is brown
What is field and what is town
What is silence, what is shout
What is fear and what is doubt
D’ d’ d’ d’ double-0-seven is also gonna die
Bond James Bond himself is bound to die
D’ d’ d’ d’ double-0-seven is also gonna die
Bond James Bond himself is bound to die
What is less in less is more
What if god won’t bless the whore
What if words like boy and girl
Did not rhyme with joy and world
D’ d’ d’ d’ double-0-seven is also gonna die
Bond James Bond himself is bound to die
D’ d’ d’ d’ double-0-seven is also gonna die
Bond James Bond himself is bound to die

I won’t leave
I won’t leave
I don’t need you here because I’m wasted
spelling words
spelling words
spelling UB40 ’cause they raised me
I don’t need you here because I’m
Wasted
I’m wasted
’cause it’s not my job to keep the balance right
Feeding sweep
micro beep
and this shining screen will overtake me
Kan man få
kan man nå
Katmandu med Mærsk, når han er mistet?
I don’t need you here, now that I’m
Wasted
I’m wasted
’cause it’s not my job to keep the balance right
Jeg har været i Los Angeles

In radio debates
on kamikaze icy skates
he throws himself at you
climbs up the chinese wall of cool
Underlig aftenluft
his values diverting the soft
each hour a hundred miles
with no seatbelt on
Meet my one and only nephew
your sexy rescue
your one and only love
Rips off his ball and chain
has never seen the sundae rain
each hour a week day comes
and suddenly
He looks like mother
with oil stains to be swept away
and habits like my father
always walking further behind
Meet my one and only nephew
your sexy rescue

Give me some swimming time alone
otherwise I’ll drown
som Big Ben i en modvind
Give me some time to take this lane
finish for the judge
finish the Today Show
Give me some swimming time alone
hooligans in Rome
roligans i Ã…rhus
Hand me some time to clear the shelf
stacking all the books
sampling Owen Meany
Give me some swimming time alone
7:45
I’ll get out of the water
Milk trains will stop the love shop here
spar mig for dit pis!
sparkles on the Jailhouse
Give me some swimming time alone
put my piano time on hold
I know it seems like I have planned this trip
my wildest dreams made me forget this step
Swimming time
I know that it seems
Fyr mig afsted
en efter en
en hobbysmed

I see now what’s inside
I see now what’s inside
I see now what is an overwhelming colour range
inside it shines so bright
You’ve painted everything
you’ve painted everything
you have painted everything in black and red and green
painted all my life
Let me stay inside of you
Stay – and I said
Jeg ved præcis hvordan
jeg ved præcis hvordan
alting forholder sig med vodkaflasken i min hånd
skål!
Let me stay inside of you

Sometimes they die
sometimes they disappear
friends we deny
forever rest in fear forever gone
Matchbox delight
night Crazy Daisy lovers
sometimes they fight
somehow they keep on calling dad
Hey hey hey in their graves
hey hey hey in their graves
Speed nation - generation same
speed nation - generation same
it’s my generation
We rode the roads
somewhere a flintstone stands for us
I could do loads
put down a valentine for you
Hey hey hey in their graves
hey hey hey in their graves
Speed nation - generation same
speed nation - generation same

Yes sir, du fører i mit krigsslag
Du siger, hvad jeg skal
Du redder mig fra bagslag
Med bogstaver og tal
Yes sir, du smadrer mine lænker
Befaler til attack
Du kvadrer deres banker
Betaler deres crack
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra science fiction og familien og venner og veninder når det galdt
Yes sir, jeg kræver hvad du skænker
Forvalter som rigid
Jeg bliver hvad jeg tænker
Men hey, du findes ikke en skid
Så pludselig bliver jeg anvist
Et som der kan slå mig ned
Så viser du dit ansigt
og fixer mig med fred
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv
Hvem der bare ku' klare sig med hjælp fra science fiction og familien og venner og veninder n�r det galdt
Oh sir
Så sig mig, hvad jeg skal
Og hvor jeg skal gå hen
Hvor er hjem?
Forklar en fisk, hvad vand er

Well I’m a fan of days in bars and nights in school
And of geniuses in jail and Nobel fools
And I’m a fan of yellow noise and silent shouts
And of nurses that are boys and women scouts
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Well I’m a fan of bands on ground and dirt on stage
And of tigers on a leash and dogs in a cage
And I’m a fan of holding hands and letting go
And of being so in love but not letting it show
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Kirkesirener hyl mig ud af min blanke dør - hvor jeg bor
Kirketårn kom og brug dit horn, hyl mig ud af min blanke dør - før jeg dør
Politiklokker kom og ring for mine ører - mine døve ører
Politiklokker kom og ring for mine døve ører - før jeg dør
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens

Blown off was my power - and murdered my peace
It thundered in darkness: and if you had faith
To move even mountains
It profits you nothing
When stony and cold is the heart
New Year’s Morning
Then misery taught me - in midwinter’s chill
That light without warming - is torment of hell
To struggle I wanted
Towards love’s very fountain
Myself I did wish to transform
New Year’s Morning
Wher darkly from mountains - a thundering sound
Ascends with much power - from song of the old
Where tones fully bustle - with roar over field
As torrents do weiter - in dale of the cliffs
Just there felt belonging
My heart which when speaking
Like roar, was an echo in stone
New Year’s Morning
Sing low over forest
Sing high over water:
God’s peace over people of the north
New Year’s Morning

Lux eterna - milk & wine
intra vena - milk & wine
Det’ min fredags, A, B, C
det’ min lørdags, 1, 2, 3
Let’s go and drink the night away
let’s go and drink this life away
Rock min cocktail - milk & wine
fuck min cocktail - milk & wine
Lux eterna - milk & wine
I like both

It feels like my hands are way too small
It feels like my daughter’s way too tall
It feels like my spa’s too deep
It feels like my blood’s falling asleep
Det som om at jeg må løb hvor andre kan gå
Som om at for at se noget skal jeg op og stå på tå
Det som om min hals er sund men min stemme er syg
Som om at for at sæt’ mit kryds skal jeg fødes påny
Jeg håber at Jesus vil ta’ mit rat (jeg håber ved gud han vil ta mit rat)
Og kør’ rundt på min spilleplade med alt på et bræt (og kør’ rundt med mig med hånden over min skat)
Jeg håber at Jesus er klædt på (jeg håber ved gud, det vil gå)
At han viser hvor skabet skal stå (at han viser mig vej)
I think im gonna fold my hands and see where it goes
I’ll try and get down on my knees and see if it grows
I think im gonna write his name and say it out loud
And shed a lot of tears for fears and let it all out
I feel like my hands are way too small

Hurrah, my face is golden
Hurrah, my blood is red
Hurrah, my wine is old
Yippie yeah my fuel unlead
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah
Hurrah, my time is golden
Hurrah, my motor’s strong
Hurrah, my house got sold and
Yippie yeah I wrote this song
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah
Hurra, hurra, yippie yeah…
Hurra, hurra…
Hurrah, my time is sold and
Hurrah, my face is red
Hurra
Hurra, I hate this song
Jeg regner med, at det bli’r rart
At flegne ud når alt går galt

I almost hit it again
The great gong gong
Almost did it again
I almost hit it again
The great gong gong
Almost did it again
The great gong gong
Så’en, jeg sætter mig i sædet, jeg sætter mig i sædet
Hvor jeg sidder, når jeg sætter i gang
Så’n, med hånden på mit rat, med hånden på mit rat
Jeg har ret, som jeg kører her i nat
What? Det trækker til siden, det trækker til siden
Det som om, det trækker fra døden
Jeg siger: Please, please Simon la’ vær’ med at dreje
Ind i den truck, der kommer mod dig
I almost hit it again
The great gong gong
Almost did it again
The great gong gong
Så’n, så får jeg mig lidt vin som Courtney Love
Så får jeg mig lidt vin og gør mig til grin
Så får jeg mig lidt luft, så får jeg mig lidt luft
På en altan det’ jo sund fornuft
What? Det hiver fra neden, det trækker fra neden
Det’ som om, det trækker fra døden
Jeg siger: Please, please Simon la’ vær’ med at læne dig
For langt udover den hersens altan
I almost hit it again
The great gong gong
Almost did it again

Touch, touch your eyes
Touch your eyes with your hands
Watch your hands, watch your hands
With your eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Hear, hear your voice
Hear your voice with your ears
Taste the sound, taste the sound
With your lips, lips, lips, lips
When you stop for green
And desert the war
And you slap the queen
Focus on the sound
When you think you’re right
And you print your blood
And you release the kite
Focus on the sound
Na na na na na
Focus on the sound
Feel, feel the hope
Feel the hope in your guts
Trust your guts
Base your gut feeling on hope, hope, hope, hope
Love, love my name
Love my name with your heart
Name your child, name your child
After me
When you lie awake
And you say the words
Oh for heaven’s sake
Focus on the sound
Når du går i stå
Og du vil igang
Og du banker på
Focus on the sound
Na na na na na
Focus on the sound
Na na na na na
Focus on the sound
When you stop for green
And desert the war
And you slap the queen
Focus on the sound
When you think you’re right
And you print your blood
And you release the kite
Focus on the sound
When you lie awake
And you say the words
Oh for heaven’s sake
Focus on the sound
Når du går i stå
Og du vil igang
Og du banker på

Are you afraid?
are we too high for you?
articulate
is she too fast for you?
Downtown Europe, tonight
and when the stars burn out
the lights will shine on - bright
Those playground stars
those airport lights that gloom
Downtown Europe tonight
and when the stars burn out

I don’t wanna believe what you have done
slip and slide in the way you have begun
eyelash up and down, in and out of bed
sense sensation keep pulling sucking over
You - circulating slow
breathing slow
Pray that I will not punish you tonight
pray that I will believe your execution
baseball teams keep running op my driveway
you’ll receive an award for doing it my way
stop making me flow
You - circulating slow
breathing slow
Tonight, hvis sengen vil

Shaving off
shaving cream
for a Carlsberg night
for a whiskey fight
Taxi dreams
in foggy steams
anti compliments
anti making friends
For a beating
it’s just taking place
Carlsberg sleep
I’m whiskey weak
wanna go all the way
and hurt my prey
For a beating

Come on
Get up, get down
Like Micky Mouse on crack cocaine
Around, and round
Like a fucked up song, by a fucked up Dane
I call the shots

Break through over the years
we’ll keep on coming for your fears
hey crew - do you believe?
Great shoes fra København
and Copenhagen hear our frown
we’ll show - you’ll know us 4
100 years - sig det igen
Saints league, Cinnamon Sigh
just buy our record, then just die
who cares if you believe?
Breakdance, dance on the break
og da især hvis Gud er fake
we’ll show - you’ll know us 4

Movie klip
SÃ¥ klapper I i takt
jeg si'r til mig selvgodt nok og lykke og held
tonight, all right, I might, just fight
så klapper jeg en knægtså klapper det perfekt
and here we go
SÃ¥ ta'r I til Paris
jeg si'r til mig selv
oh god, mon det er farvel?
oh god, I hope not, don't start, I'm hot
så ta'r jeg ind på Shell
for så gi'r det jo sig selv
and round we go
Jeg ser et movie klip
og tror at du vil slip'andre ind på dig - ah ah
jeg hvisker - ah ah
SÃ¥ ryger I tobak
jeg si'r til mig selv
fuck det, jeg har det godt nok og vel
igen, så læng' I sing this song
så ryger jeg i bund
for du er både sød og ond
I love to long
Jeg ser et movie klip
og tror at du vil slip'andre ind på dig - ah ah