Another fun and new collab here, with none other than community pillar Shane @sclay , who’s been propping up the northern hemisphere with a couple of antipodeans for the last couple of years 
I mentioned in a couple of other threads that Cousin Lars had been visiting from Copenhagen. He suggested I learn a Kim Larsen song, which I didn’t like, but chose to cover a different Kim song instead, Kvinde Min
The Spotify algorithm inevitably lured me down a Danish music rabbit hole, and I came across the band Sonja Hald (anagram of singer/songwriter Jonas Dahl). He had a couple of songs I liked but the simplicity of this one appealed to me and although I don’t understand all the lyrics, I can make out enough to appreciate their quirky uniqueness. Two songs in Danish in a row is a bridge too far, so I took the liberty of a ‘mother-tongue-rewrite’ under the ‘inspired by’ moniker.
Du ka’ dø af det der means You can die from that
I thought it could do with some lead guitar embellishments, as well as a solo, and given the subject matter of laying off the booze, I thought Shane and I would make a good combo 
Look closely and you’ll see I had to mime the performance as the vocals and guitar were separate recordings, but I did sing and play at the same time.
Shane did a stellar job, producing the goods promptly, with positive critique and helpful suggestions.
Cheers mate
Enjoy 
Lyrics
The Signal was poor and you slowly drifted apart
But you made a connection with a stool at your local bar
Your heads in the sand, it’s all society’s fault
When you put piss in, piss is gonna come out
Get off your high horse and step back from the trough
You’re playing with fire and there soon won’t be enough
That stuff can kill ya. That stuff can kill ya
Give it a rest .That stuff’ll kill ya
Now they’re calling last orders but you feel it’s your last chance
A mumbling barfly caught in a tumbling glass
The icy pavement kisses the back of your head
Stars start spinning as you settle on your frozen bed
Get off your high horse and step back from the trough
You’re playing with fire and there soon won’t be enough
That stuff can kill ya. That stuff can kill ya
Give it a rest. That stuff’ll kill ya
And your mother always said you’d catch your death of cold can
That stuff kill ya. That stuff can kill ya
Give it a rest
That stuff’ll kill ya
!! I love this production 
. Your guitars are in such harmony, great playing, and very enjoyable vox.
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… Very pleasant to listen to 
