Scoundrel Days
A-Ha · Scoundrel Days
it wasn't me for sure
i lift my head up from uneasy pillows
put my feet on the floor
cut my wrist on a bad thought
and head for the door
Outside on the pavement
the dark makes no noise
i can feel the sweet on my lips
leaking into my mouth
i'm heading out for the steep hills
they're leaving me no choice
and seeÂ…as our lives are in the making
we believe through the lies and the hating
that love goes free
for want of an option
i run the wind 'round
i dream pictures of houses burning
nver knowing nothing else to do
wth death comes the morningÂ…
unannounced and new
was it too much to ask for
to pull a little weightÂ…
they forgive anything, but greatness
these are scoundrel days
and I'm close to calling out their names
as pride hits my face
seeÂ…
as our lives are in the making
we believe through their lies and the hating
that love goes free
I reach the edge of town
i've got blood in my hair
their hands touch my body
from everywhere
but I know that I've made it
as I run into the air
and seeÂ…
as our lives are in the making
we believe through their lies and the hating
that love goes free
through scoundrel days
Scoundrel Days
A-Ha's "Scoundrel Days" stands as a defining track from their 1987 debut album of the same name, establishing the band's signature synth-pop sound that would dominate the early 1990s. The song features the group's characteristic interplay between Morten Harket's emotive vocals and the driving electronic rhythms that became their hallmark. Released during a period of intense global popularity, the recording captures the essence of the Norwegian pop scene while contributing to the broader Eurodance movement. It remains a staple of their discography, often cited alongside hits like "Take On Me" as a key example of the genre's evolution during the mid-1980s. The track's enduring appeal lies in its melodic structure and the seamless fusion of organic instrumentation with synthesized textures.