Thorsteinn Eggertsson
Reykjavik, Iceland
Thorsteinn EggertssonReykjavik, Iceland |
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I've spent most of my life in Iceland where I was born, 1942. I've worked as a journalist and illustrator and had my first novel published in London in 1991. The story is called "The Paper King's Subjects" and is about the adventures of a few Icelandic vagabonds in Denmark. I've also directed my own night club shows and sung a bit of rock 'n' roll. I've written more than a thousand poems and lyrics, of which over 400 have been recorded by recording artists in Iceland, England, Faroe Islands and Sweden. I am listed in the 1997 edition of The International Authors and Writers Who's Who. I am the proud father of two young ladies; one living in America at the moment (Tucson, Arizona) and the other one in England (Liverpool). In 1968 I was the first man to get the award of The Lyricist of The Year in Iceland (awarded by newspaper critics of pop music) and I am, perhaps, the most prolific songwriter of the Scandinavian (Nordic) Countries. And, as I stated in the book "Between A Laughter and A Tear" last year, "Life is so precious that even the pains are worth living." |
Jonathan O'BrianHe was born in pain And he lived in vain So there's no wonder He died insane. Jonathan O'Brian walked a-sighing through the slum. Some say he was crying and I know he was a bum. He had been a-begging and a-dragging both his feet. The poor man was a-staggering and stumbling down the street. He had been a-drinking and a-thinking 'bout his wife. She was fat and stinking and her age was forty-five. So, he was afraid 'cause he was late for dinnertime. He walked through the gate as if he'd done an awful crime. When he came inside they started fighting in the dark She was good at biting; she had teeth just like a shark. She hit him with a stew-pot but I do not know just why She messed up his head. Well - now he's dead and looking sly. He was born in pain And he lived in vain So there's no wonder He died insane. | DesertedHer final good-bye was apparent; eyes of awareness, half smiling lips... as I lost a lifetime in our deserted love. Abandoned, and all things I cared for have turned up against me leaving me less than myself. Tears in my head instead of brains; my heart being squeezed as by slow, iron fists while my soul is imprisoned inside of my neck. Reaching with hopeless hands into frightening emptiness, trying to hold on to the nothing I am left with. Too puzzled to cry, too shaken to sleep, too worn out to take it away from myself. She had only been playing with fire and decided to drown it once and for all. | Bye ByeMy lady, bye bye. I would like to kiss you. I could tell you why, But that's not the issue. My lady bye bye. I really do miss you. But I will not cry. I don' have a tissue. |