Odd Børre

Odd Børre Sørensen (born 9 August 1939 in Harstad) was a former Norwegian pop singer. He was better known by his stage name of Odd Børre. Internationally he is best known for the song "Stress" that he performed in the Eurovision Song Contest of 1968. He sang in the Kjell Karlsen's Orchestra (1962–70) and was releasing singles during that period. He retired from full-time professional singing in 1970 and became an insurance company agent (although he did appear in the Norwegian national finals in 1971 and 1977). After retiring in the early 2000s (decade) Odd Børre teamed up again with Kjell Karlsen and is currently performing.

Melodi Grand Prix entries

  • * Odd Børre & The Cannons
  • ** The winner, which was written by Kari Nergaard, was accused of being a copy of Cliff Richard's "Summer Holiday"" and it was withdrawn prior to NRK investigating the accusations. The second place song "Stress" was substituted.
  • *** Along with Jan-Erik Berntsen
  • References


    Podcasts:

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    The Tape Intro

    by: Odd Future

    [Intro]
    And I present to you
    To You All
    The Odd Future compilation
    Fuck, give it up
    Starring
    Casey V, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Super 3, and Tyler,
    the Creator
    (Give it up! Give it up for ‘em!)
    Will y'all shut the fuck up?
    Damn, I’m here
    Alright, let me configure this
    Get this ready
    Alright, let’s go
    [Verse]
    Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
    And of course his Hunger Force is aqua teen by all
    means
    Fuck a deal, signature is legible
    I'm the reason why niggas is heatin' up they vegetables
    From being bullied in the sixth, to being dissed by any
    bitch
    That can breath, please throw me in a ditch
    And I hope I sell a copy of this disk
    Fuck Hope, I am one short, a miracle of wish
    Whether you nigga or ese, the magazine is great
    Because the articles an essay
    Half you dumb niggas can't even write an essay
    Cause all of ya'll some stupid asses, S.A
    You motherfuckers in denial
    I'm the square just like the tile, right down the
    fucking isle
    Music was my only friend, ever since I was a child
    I make niggas frown, just to give myself a smile
    Mother was my father, the nigga didn't bother
    To send a kid a dollar, my only role model was
    Niggas that record and that could play keyboards
    And wild piano chords make me happy
    Dr. Suess more important than Jesus
    Y'all immigrants to depression, Nigga give me a visa
    We sick, the same lames that sneeze us
    Made us turn to Jazz now, because the black kids would
    tease us
    I need a fucking chain, I need to make it rain
    I need some fucking rims, A car that I can rent
    A verse about swag, jeans sagging off my ass
    No I don't, fuck that, I am not a fucking fag
    I run and I'm still scared of guns
    In the marching band but I bang my own drums and
    Sing my own song, all of my wrongs are right
    Never got into a fight, hit me
    Bass, drum, snare let it go
    Disappear like good music in the past year
    And everybody do the same thing, I hear the same shit
    All the time, like the radio is queer
    This isn't a mixtape, it's more of ear rape
    By kids who think you other niggas suck
    It's very offensive, you niggas defensive
    If you can't take the heat then get the fuck out the
    kitchen, listen
    [Outro]
    Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats, Super 3, Casey V, Left
    Brain




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