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Oslo in the summertime; nobody can fall asleep, staring out the window from my bed.
At 4 A.M., the sun is up. Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds and with crows all cackling.
Up in treten Heimdalsgate, me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolf Nilsen Plass.
I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses, who shake their heads completely at a loss.
Oslo in the summertime -- the streets are strangely quiet 'cause everyone's away on holiday.
Oslo in the summertime; Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day.
Pretty people everywhere, sun-lamp tans and flaxen hair -- just tell the American not to stare.
At 4 A.M., the sun is up. Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds and with crows all cackling.
Up in treten Heimdalsgate, me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolf Nilsen Plass.
I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses, who shake their heads completely at a loss.
Oslo in the summertime -- the streets are strangely quiet 'cause everyone's away on holiday.
Oslo in the summertime; Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day.
Pretty people everywhere, sun-lamp tans and flaxen hair -- just tell the American not to stare.
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Track duration: 03:21
"Oslo in the Summertime" as written by Kevin Barnes
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Nina: Oh, a long time ago. We met in Oslo [in 2001]. He was on tour in Europe with Great Lakes, and he was playing one show at a Swedish festival with Of Montreal. They played two shows in Oslo, (...)
cachinga.
I spend my summers in Sweden and I think that you can easily replace Oslo in the song with 'Sweden' and all of it remains totally applicable. Feeling completely stupid in comparison with all of the pretty blonde, tan Scandinavian people around you who can speak English fluently while you fumble to speak Norwegian(Swedish). They never mean to offend but the feelings of inferiority are impossible to shake. Which makes it even more frustrating.
And I can't even count how many nights I've spent awake, insomnia only exacerbated by watching the sun rise at 4 as the birds start to wake and chirp. It's eerie to me how well I can relate to this...
God I can't wait to see Of Montreal on this tour.
That's what "Oslo..." is about, having a good time, experiencing new things. I picture Kevin and Nina out, having fun together, people watching, making observations together.
everyone’s away on holiday
ahhhhhh so perfect