So Kjelle, you're too polite to say "fear of the left hand".
I really like the title, Fear of the Island, what could be local, here and there, for me.
Lots of little islands around here, in former canals, feeder canals, hydro canals, locks drainage... yeah.
But I'm not hearing any fear here, or even some slight agitation.
If I'm standing on the island, with this music, I'm looking around, looking around here,
saying look at the trees, there are some coconuts, look at the jungle going up the mountain,
oh, there's a waterfall, now looking away at more trees,
and then walking down the island, seeing more trees and waves, until the sun sets,
and I'm sure I'm not afraid, yeah, I'm even looking forward to spending the night.
Where's the penguins?