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Sweden’s King Gustav Vasa was very fond of a version called ‘klaret’ in Swedish, a blend of Rhine wine, sugar, honey, cinnamon, ginger, cardamom and cloves. The Swedish word for mulled wine, glögg, comes from the verb ‘to heat up’. The term glödgat vin, literally ‘heated wine’, first appeared in Sweden in 1609. I trust you all know Mr. Robin Hood.
Glögg is an Scandinavian alcoholic beverage, consumed warm, that bring out the peace in every each one of you.
I had a bit of Jesus & The Mary Chain in me today I admit. Well, still does.
Glögg is an Scandinavian alcoholic beverage, consumed warm, that bring out the peace in every each one of you.
I had a bit of Jesus & The Mary Chain in me today I admit. Well, still does.
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Glögg
(Glögg, glögg, glögg...)
He snuck out and he went down to the basement to fix some thing.
Behind some old books, he pulled out a bottle, opened its cork, and poured up a tin mug full. And lit a small, small fire in that old oven of iron. He stood in silence as the smell made him feel, warm. He want Basement Glögg and Mr. Robin Hood.
He sat by the fire, drinking his Glögg, turned on the radio and lit the pipe.
Some theatre, about Robin Hood, you know, that guy, that took from the rich and gave to the poor, and did it all because he wanted to be fair. Because some have nothing and some have it all. He want Basement Glögg and Mr. Robin Hood.
© M09
(Glögg, glögg, glögg...)
He snuck out and he went down to the basement to fix some thing.
Behind some old books, he pulled out a bottle, opened its cork, and poured up a tin mug full. And lit a small, small fire in that old oven of iron. He stood in silence as the smell made him feel, warm. He want Basement Glögg and Mr. Robin Hood.
He sat by the fire, drinking his Glögg, turned on the radio and lit the pipe.
Some theatre, about Robin Hood, you know, that guy, that took from the rich and gave to the poor, and did it all because he wanted to be fair. Because some have nothing and some have it all. He want Basement Glögg and Mr. Robin Hood.
© M09
Bob6stringer
A whole lot of us, when I had my house in Andersonville, the Swedish neighborhood in Chicago, discovered the TRUE MEANING of the last week of the year by drowning ourselves in Glögg, that raisiny-sweet liver candy. It was always a HAPPY buzz... the most violent we ever got consisted of threats to have duels using lutefisk as the weapon. THIS SONG CAPTURES THAT FUN VERY WELL.
(This is my fourth or so posting of a comment.. I'm back to my Mac; the Mobile Safari is unstable for posting comments, though it did play your song just fine in QuickTime for me.)