Lyrics
I wanna be that one savior your man 
I can face him in the mirror and let him rest in the night 
Standing with my head high at the brink of dawn

All that I want is some luck coming down
In the streets it is chilly but in your bed it is warm 
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm

Now the minute is over

I’m not the type who will please those around
I’ve got a soft spot for the lillies that grows in your mind
See me as a river but I won’t let you drown

Here is the thing I’ve been trying to say
I’ve looked in all the wrong places to find my prize
All my life been digging for a freshwater pearl

All that I want is some luck coming down
In the streets it is chilly but in your bed it is warm 
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm 
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm

Now the minute is over
Now the minute is over

I wanna be that one savior your man 
I can face him in the mirror and let him rest in the night 
Standing with my head high at the brink of dawn

All that I want is some luck coming down
In the streets it is chilly but in your bed it is warm 
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm 
Oh this life is pretty like the lines in your palm

Now the minute is over
Now the minute is over

Lines in Your Palm

Featuring voice recordings of my cousin Sean, who passed away last year. 

Mixed & mastered by Conor Amos

Cholly - Winter Scarf

Kite

Black Water - Angus Powell

This track was written on the cusp of autumn, reflecting on how the changing in seasons can have such a visceral internal effect on us. I find that every year, the shift between seasons has a huge impact on my mood and outlook, and was in awe of how powerful nature is to move us so much. 'Evergreen' is an acknowledgement of how we have to embrace this, and that - no matter how hard we try - humans are no match for the forces of nature.

Evergreen

Hotel Life

Adult Leisure - Bad Idea due for release June 9th 2023.

Adult Leisure - Bad Idea

Hibernation

No Way - a newly released single to mark 5 years since Brand New Moon's debut album, 'Difference & Repetition'.

Mike Barrett - vocals, keyboards, percussion
Meg Woof - backing vocals
Rob Shuttz - bass guitar
Phil White - guitar
Jacob Smedegaard - drums

Produced & Mixed by Mike Barrett
Mastered by Peter Fletcher at First Love Studios

LYRICS:

no way
i came here to forget those things
i can't stay
but let me be un-cynical
for one more second
one more lightyear
one imploding sun
wherever this may go
it has begun

far away
far away from earthly troubles
life again
pirouettes among the corals
does every heart
does every alien
get the urge run?
wherever this may go
it has begun

a face you remember
and all those you forget
and then there’s everyone
you’ve never even met
but the question of scale
is easily dropped
as the face across the table
grows larger

no way
got no room
for any major changes
but take this thought wherever you want
and rearrange the furniture
my kidneys and my lungs
wherever this may go
it has begun

no way
and then i find a way of saying
maybe
and then i find a way of saying
yes please
and then i find a way of saying
change me
change me
change me

No Way

George Boomsma - Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Bass, Piano
Ally McDougal - Drums, Percussion

Music & Lyrics by George Boomsma
Recorded & Mixed by Adam Gorman, Pinhole Sound Studios, Manchester
Mastered at Raretone Mastering, Leeds
Photo by Sam Wood
Design by Chris Good, Things On Fire

Fallen (Radio Edit)

Born in the desert heat, forged by sweat and fire ,  she wasn't raised on frozen lakes, but that didn’t stop her from becoming a legend between the pipes.

"The Ballad of Señor Pantalones Rojo" is a hard-driving outlaw country epic about a lone Arizona goalie who trained under the burning sun to take down the most feared name on skates ,  the infamous, red-pants-wearing enigma: Señor Pantalones Rojo.

He’s fast. He’s ruthless. He plays dirty and smiles while doing it.
But she didn’t come all this way to lose. From goalie camp to solo sessions in the dry heat, she built herself to block, hit, and strike back.

Now it’s game day. The final standoff happens not in a stadium, but on an old outdoor rink, surrounded by dust, dusk, and the ghosts of everyone who ever underestimated her.
No refs. No mercy. No way out.

This isn’t just hockey. It’s war.

The Ballad of Señor Pantalones Rojo

Contact: contactfreyrflodgren@gmail.com

New album NIGHT & DAY is out now. Stream on Soundcloud or here:
https://freyr.ffm.to/nightanddayalbum

Lines in Your Palm

FREYR

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