The Icelandic Call VI


For now, here is the last part of The Icelandic Calling by our guest writer Feather. Iceland is a special place indeed. It affects everyone differently.

Have you been to Iceland yet? What inspired or impressed you the most?

Crescendo 渐强

If I have to find something that had a bad influence on me after traveling around Iceland, I have to confess that it totally took away my pleasure from listening to Sigur Rós. After listening to their albums almost non-stop during a two days road trip, one can’t possibility go back to a city and appreciate their music in a hullabaloo. It’s true that Jónsi used to bring me closer to Iceland with his elf-like voice. However once you smell the Icelandic wind you won’t be able to get satisfied only by your imagination again. Nothing compares to the sound of the sea, waves battling the rocks, and the road that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The only thing on the road for miles is your car while a song of Sigur Rós is playing. Right at that moment you roll down the window and let the wind in, that voice did sound like from heaven. Even though you were moving, it was as if everything was still, time froze and you were lost in your own space. It didn’t matter whether you knew Icelandic or not, you understood the words he tenderly pronounced or even just a simple humming.

Actually Jónsi even invented a language called ‘Hopelandic’, a language’ in which Jónsi sings before lyrics are written to the vocals. It is not an actual language but rather a form of gibberish vocals that fit to the music. Some of their songs were written in it and it is not the meaning that matters the most here but the Icelandic spirit. I believe that everyone has  a place deep inside that can be entered only by themselves. It’s a place no one else can reach. For me, it’s my private Mars. And after visiting Iceland, every time I listen to John Grant’s I Wanna Go To Marz, I can’t stop thinking about Iceland. Now that I’ve landed there, I’m losing my words to describe my feelings. I guess I’m just simply lost on Mars.


One two three four

Bittersweet strawberry marshmallow butterscotch

Polarbear cashew dixieland phosphate chocolate

My tutti frutti special raspberry, leave it to me

Three grace scotch lassie cherry smash lemon free

I wanna go to Marz

Where green rivers flow

And your sweet sixteen is waiting for you after the show

I wanna go to Marz

We’ll meet the gold dust twins tonight

You’ll get your heart’s desire; I will meet you under the lights


Golden champagne juicy grapefruit lucky monday

High school footall hot fudge buffalo tulip sundae

Almond caramel frappe pineapple rootbeer

Black and white pennyapple henry ford sweetheart maple tea

I wanna go to Marz

Where green rivers flow

And your sweet sixteen is waiting for you after the show

I wanna go to Marz

We’ll meet the gold dust twins tonight

You’ll get your heart’s desire, I will meet you under the lights you under the lights

                                                     —– I wanna go to Marz

      John Grant


Iceland belongs to only someone, someone who can hear its calling. For the rest of the people, Iceland doesn’t really exist. However I came here by no accident. Ever since my friend planted this alien seed in my head I kept hearing its calling. I still believe as a grown up or not, those who choose to go to Iceland keep a special piece of Neverland in their heart.

Switch to the frequency…

Hush…close your eyes.

Now, can you hear it—-the Icelandic calling….



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