27 women and 2 men responded to the flyer distributed around the city, encouraging them to 'Sing out [their] complaints', by attending the first lyric-making workshop. After a 20 minute complaining session, 'expert teams' decided on which complaints should form part of the song, one of the more popular complaints being 'Why aren't there more men joining the choir?' (though this does not feature in the main lyrics). During the process of making the song, they became strongly divided over its musical direction: some members wanted a more spoken/shouted protest song, whereas others preferred a more melodic verse-chorus type of song. The decision for the latter caused some people to leave the choir, with the rest becoming more devoted to it.
By this point, the choir had the youngest membership of all the complaints choirs across the world, despite the inclusion of two pensioners. As well as performing at the grand opening of the U-Turn festival, they also sang at the town hall square and an old meat packaging district for a few happy drinkers.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
My voice is rusty
My belt is getting too short
I am half old, fat and flabby
My stamps don’t stick
Christiania bikes fill the whole bicycle lane
Nothing affects our current government
Chorus:
All prices end on 95 øre
but we don’t have a 95 øre coin
Since the world is going down
from global warming, hate and mistrust
we would like to complain
that the weather doesn’t get better right away
Bridge:
Why do we never suggest to lift any ban?
Can't they ever lift one of the many bans?
Verse 2:
Finally it is the weekend
and then you just get menstruations
Why is a hotline never really hot?
My partner is super lazy
Why is torture sometimes okay?
You cannot drink alcohol when you are pregnant
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Verse 3:
My psychopathic mother-in-law
The seagulls who just sh*t and make noise
My boss is bossy and extremely stupid
Why is honesty embarrassing?
I am not an alpha male
The music at Bilka hurts my ears
Wrapped in cotton from cradle to grave
Perhaps I get something tonight
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Verse 4:
More women on Danish boards!
More naked men! More dancing and singing!
All my friends are moving out of the city
My children never call home
Denmark is too flat, too cold and too small.
[shouts]
I am sick and tired of compromises
So let us complain in a choir
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Why is chocolate making us more fat than happy? (repeat)
I hate it when people jump the queue (repeat)
People are too lame to move to the back of the bus (repeat)
Why are there so many bitter old people?
[Chorus x2]
Chart of complaints:
