Toast

Cast

• Mads Hammer-Larsen
• Liv Østergaard
• Lars Knutzon
• Mads M. Nielsen
• Birthe Neumann
• Fadime Turan
• Meliha Saglanmark
• Sevik Perl
• Anja Marie Ørsnes
• Claus Gerving
• Mads Knarreborg
• Henrik Lykkegaard
• Ole Lemmeke
• Jens Kløft

• Season 1
• Episode 1: (#1.1)
  Denmark:1 August 1999...
• Episode 2: (#1.2)
  Denmark:8 August 1999...
• Episode 3: (#1.3)
  Denmark:15 August 1999...
• Episode 4: (#1.4)
  Denmark:22 August 1999...
• Episode 5: (#1.5)
  Denmark:29 August 1999...
• Episode 6: (#1.6)
  Denmark:5 September 1999...
• Episode 7: (#1.7)
  Denmark:12 September 1999...
• Episode 8: (#1.8)
  Denmark:19 September 1999...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Toast - Tori Amos
• Toast - Paul Young
• Toast - Flotsam And Jetsam
• Toast - Archers of Loaf
• Toast - Quimby
• Toast - Heywood Banks
• Toast - David Walters
• Toast - Skycycle
• Toast - Flotsam & Jetsam
• Toast - D-Mac

I thought it was Easter time
The way the light rose
Rose that morning
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope
Ropes to climb
Over mountains
And to pull myself
Out of a landslide
Of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle
She would meet you there
In the winter
Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir
I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh
And beg me not to dance
On your right standing by
Is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
On your right standing is
Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To let you go
Let you go
I thought I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedral

[Spoken]
Morning all. I'd like to tell you about when I was a young boy. I must have been three or four months old at the time. I didn't really know what I wanted, and if I did, I wouldn't have been able to tell anybody, 'cos all I could do was gurgle. So I sat there in me highchair, thinking one day, looking at me tray and thinking what I'd give for a meal on there. So I started looking round to see what I could have. I was rubbing me eggy soldier in me head, trying to think, and then I looked in the corner and there's a little breadbin with its mouth open, just staring at me, like. And then I looked in and I saw bread.
I thought, oh yeah, I'll have toast,
A little piece of toast.
Well, then I started getting older,
I hated this, I hated that,
Expensive state was ludicrous
And cafés couldn't cater for the finer things in life:
The upper crust was not for me,
I could tell that.
So I'd go back home,
Switch the kitchen light on,
Put the grill on,
Slip a slice under
And have toast,
A little piece of toast.
'Cos there's so much to choose from.
There's brown bread, white bread,
All sorts of wholemeal bread;
It comes in funny packages
With writing on the side,
But it doesn't matter which one you have
'Cos when you cut the crusts off,
Have it with marmalade
Or butter, cheese, tomatoes, beans,
Banana
Or chocolate if you're strange,
It doesn't really matter.
Oh no, it all goes with toast,
Just toast.
I'm gonna think about it some...
That's toast, mmm yeah,
Just toast,
That's toast,
Just toast.
Well I go down the supermarket
With me basket in me hand,
I'm walking from one counter to another
Trying to find the bread stall,
But I can't find it anywhere
And then I bump into a mother
With a baby in a basket
And she says
'Oh look, you've started him off again,
I come down here for a little bit of peace and quiet
To get some bread to go home to make toast,
Just toast,
I like toast'
Yeah, but I don't half like toast.
OK, scrape that toast, boys.
That's toast,
Yeah, just toast.
[Spoken]
I can't think about it any more. I've got to go and have some, it's no good. Here listen, I'm getting a bit browned off standing here. Me too. Shall we go and have some toast? Good idea. Why not? OK. I've got the grill on. Got any brown bread? Yeah! Have you got wholemeal bread? Wheatmeal bread? All sorts of toast. Let's go... (They proceed to make toast, accompanied by various kitchen noises.)

Pusher, pushing a dream
Go ahead and pick a scarecrow clean
One long season mean
Or just letting off steam
Only scratched it twice
Made it bleed real nice
Bloody, body filled with bullet holes
Your eyes are black like coals
Wrapped around a pole
You have what I stole
Old fashioned cocaine
Standing on my brain
Gone tomorrow, here today
I never saw what hit me
It will all rumble away
I never heard a thing
Gone tomorrow, here today
Cutting into line again
Cutting it close in between
Laughing cause you're funny choking
Laughing cause you're turning blue
Laugh all the way to the bank
One less asshole acts like you
Gone tomorrow, here today
I never saw what hit me
It will all crumble away
I never heard a thing
Gone tomorrow, here today
One less asshole man, hahaha