George Potor: 3 electric guitars, 3 vocals. Joe DeCristopher: electric bass, drum track, lead electric guitar Photo: Terri Peterson
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Story behind the song
Written about a weekend in Reykjavik in December 2015
Lyrics
1:
This far north, no one’s waiting for the sun
To tell ‘em that it’s time to rise.
Café jazz serves a cup of Take Five
And we’re losing all sense of time.
When the Winter twilight finally chases off the night,
It’s halfway through the day.
Just a shiver below the Arctic Circle,
We were having us a getaway.
Chorus:
Reykjavik Weekend
Ran across the tarmac, trynna comprehend
How we came be in this Reykjavik Weekend
2:
Reflector vest kids got the schoolyard aglow,
Swingin’ slidin’ screamin’ like they do.
Fat-tire bikers hug the seaside path;
A little icy for their morning commute.
A most impressive music hall glitters in the mist,
Frigid North Atlantic right behind.
Steamin’ thermal pools wind along the front;
Never know what you’re gonna find.
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3.
Eight hundred seventy-one plus or minus two
Covered with volcanic ash;
Vikings built a long house underneath those cranes
Way before the economic crash.
Concrete straight from the set of Metropolis,
An axe, a cross and a sword.
Stainless steel skeleton, ship of our dreams
Searching for the land of the Norse.
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