Iceland Lyrics - Fall

A plate steel object was fired 

And I did not feel for my compatriots 

Hated even the core of myself 

Not a matter of ill-health 

It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself 

The fact attainment was out of... 

[Mounting orations/What generations] 

[Dumb populations/What emulations] 

To be humbled in Iceland 

Sing of legend, sing of destruction 

Witness the last of the god-men 

Hear about Megas Jonsson * 

Cast the runes against your own soul 

There is not much more time to go 

Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul 

And be humbled in Iceland 

Sit in the gold room 

Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol* 

Without a glance from the clientele 

Your coffee black as well, 

Hair blond as hell 

Cast the runes against your own soul 

Roll up for the underpants show 

And be humbled in Iceland 

And the spawn of the volcano 

Is thick and impatient 

Like the people around it. 

See a green goblin redhead, redhead 

Make a grab for the book of prayers. 

Do anything for a bit of attention 

Get humbled in Iceland 

What the goddamn fuck is it? 

That played the pipes of aluminum 

A Memorex for the Krakens 

That induces this rough text 

And casts the runes against the self-soul 

And humbles in Iceland 

[* Megas Jonsson is considered to be "the father of Icelandic 

rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrote 

scathing, 

surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radio 

and shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called 

"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in 

public since he's now a dock worker." -- from Colin Irwin's 26 

September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.] 

[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in Reykjavik where MES hung out 

when in Iceland. --ed.] 

[* [From Paintwork]