(Intro) (Pustelyd) Oh-oh-oh-yeah (Synth-riff) Jane Bakken!

(Verse 1) Når dagen føles grå og himmelen er tung Og du føler deg hundre år, selv om du er ung Så er hun der, som et lys i tåka Før du engang rekker å spørre om å få 'a

Hun ser deg virkelig, hun har alltid tid Hun er den som smiler, og legger tvilen til sid' Hun har en ro som smitter over Hun er den vennen du vet alltid sover... (med en telefon på!)

(Pre-Chorus) Hun trenger ikke rampelys for å skinne (å-åå) Hun har en godhet du sjelden vil finne Hun er den første som gir deg en hånd Hun knytter varige, ekte bånd!

(Refreng) Åh, Jane Bakken, du er som solskinn! Du gjør verden bedre, bare ved å vær' til! J-A-N-E, du har den rette stil (Den rette stilen!) Åh-åh, Jane Bakken, du får oss opp igjen Du er vår alles beste venn! (Woah-oh-oh-oh!) Vår alles beste venn!

(Verse 2) Hvis du har noe tungt du bare må få sagt (må få sagt!) Er hun den som lytter, hun holder vakt Hun dømmer ingen, uansett hva du tror Hun planter håp med bare noen få, små ord

Hun er ikke den som roper høyest i rommet Men hun er den som huskes når kvelden er omme For hun er ekte, tvers igjennom Hun er en trygg havn når livet er strømmende!

(Pre-Chorus) Hun trenger ikke rampelys for å skinne (å-åå) Hun har en godhet du sjelden vil finne Hun er den første som gir deg en hånd Hun knytter varige, ekte bånd!

(Refreng) Åh, Jane Bakken, du er som solskinn! Du gjør verden bedre, bare ved å vær' til! J-A-N-E, du har den rette stil (Den rette stilen!) Åh-åh, Jane Bakken, du får oss opp igjen Du er vår alles beste venn! (Woah-oh-oh-oh!) Vår alles beste venn!

(Bridge) (Musikken blir litt mykere, bassen og trommene er tydeligere) I en verden som er full av støy og mas Er hun den stillheten som gir deg plass Hun er ekte vare, ingen fasade Hun er den vennen vi alle vil ha, ja! Alle vil ha!

(Gitar-solo / Synth-solo - Energien bygger seg opp!)

(Refreng) Åh, Jane Bakken, du er som solskinn! (Solskinn!) Du gjør verden bedre, bare ved å vær' til! J-A-N-E, du har den rette stil (Den rette stilen!) Åh-åh, Jane Bakken, du får oss opp igjen Du er vår alles beste venn! (Woah-oh-oh-oh!)

(Outro) Vår alles beste venn! (Woah-oh-oh-oh!) Yeah! Jane Bakken! (Musikken fader ut med "Woah-oh-oh")

J-A-N-E versjon 2

**Jon@rve** #JonArveOvesen, and aliases in respective collaborations, embarks on a musical adventure, his heart resonating with the #rhythm of #life. Along the winding road, he encounters both harmonious melodies and dissonant #chords. Here are some challenges he faces:

1. **The #Composer's Block**: Jon@rve, like any artist, grapples with moments of #creative drought. His #fingers hover over the piano keys, but the notes #remain elusive. He must #learn to break through this block, finding #inspiration even in the #mundane.

2. **The Discordant Critics**: As Jon@rve shares his #compositions, critics emerge from the #shadows. Some praise, while others dissect every note. He must learn to stay true to his #voice, ignoring the #cacophony of #opinions, and continue composing from his #soul.

3. **The Quest for Originality**: In a #world #saturated with music, Jon@rve seeks uniqueness. He wanders through #forests of familiar #tunes, hoping to stumble upon a hidden melody—a symphony that hasn't been played before. But #originality is a rare gem, and he must dig deep within himself to find it.

4. **The Broken Strings**: Jon@rve's guitar strings snap during a pivotal performance. Panic surges through him, but he adapts. He reconfigures the chords, turning #adversity into an #improvised #masterpiece. Life, too, throws #unexpected challenges, and Jon@rve learns #resilience.

5. **The Siren's Song**: On a moonlit night, he hears a haunting melody by the river. A #mysterious figure—part muse, part temptress—beckons him. Should he follow her into the unknown, risking #everything for inspiration? Or stay grounded, fearing the #abyss?

6. **The Battle of Genres**: Jon@rve straddles genres—#classical, #jazz, #rock, #electronic. Each has its allure, but he must choose his path. Will he blend them #harmoniously or create a fusion that defies #labels? The #crossroads awaits.

7. **The Symphony of Loss**: Love fades, friendships fracture, and life #orchestrates heartbreak. Jon@rve composes elegies for what's lost, weaving pain into his music. Yet, amidst #minor chords, he discovers resilience—the #crescendo after #sorrow.

8. **The Encore Anxiety**: The spotlight blinds him. Applause echoes. Jon@rve stands before an #expectant audience. Will they embrace his performance or cast him aside? The fear of failure gnaws at him, but he plays anyway, pouring his #essence into the keys.

9. **The Muse's Departure**: The muse who once whispered melodies in his dreams vanishes. Jon@rve grapples with #silence, seeking new #sources of inspiration. Perhaps the rustling leaves or a child's laughter will #ignite his creativity #anew.

10. **The Final Note**: As Jon@rve ages, he reflects on his journey. His hands, weathered yet #graceful, play a final composition—a blend of #joy, #sorrow, and #acceptance. The audience weeps, knowing this is his swan song. But in that last #note, he finds #eternity.

And so, Jon@rve's road winds on—a #symphony of #highs and #lows, #crescendos and #decrescendos. His purpose remains clear: to #create, to resonate, and to find #beauty in #every measure of #life. 🎵🌟
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**Jon@rve** is a captivating figure, a blend of artistic spirit and rugged determination. Here's how he appears:

1. **Wild Tresses**: His hair, a cascade of #ebony waves, falls across his forehead. It's as if the notes of a #melancholic nocturne have woven themselves into his locks.

2. **Eyes of Resonance**: Jon@rve's eyes are deep pools of inspiration. They hold the wisdom of #countless #melodies and the curiosity of a perpetual seeker. Their color? Perhaps a stormy gray, reflecting both #tempests and calm #seas.

3. **Composer's Hands**: His hands—long-fingered and calloused—are the tools of his trade. They dance across #piano keys, coaxing out #harmonies or strumming guitar #strings with fervor. Ink stains mark his fingertips from #countless compositions.

4. **Bohemian Attire**: Jon@rve's wardrobe defies #convention. He wears faded jeans, patched at the knees, and a threadbare shirt adorned with music notes. A scarf, #vibrant and mismatched, wraps around his neck—an ode to #artisticrebellion.

5. **Tattooed Melodies**: Ink trails along his forearms—a symphony etched into skin. Notes swirl, treble clefs interlace with bass clefs, and a crescendo spirals toward his wrist. Each #tattoo tells a story—a sonnet of lost love, a ballad of #resilience.

6. **Weathered Boots**: His boots bear the scars of wanderlust. They've trodden through bustling city #streets and dew-kissed #meadows alike. Mud clings to their soles, a #testament to Jon@rve's journey.

7. **Silver Pendant**: Around his neck hangs a silver pendant—an #eighth note suspended on a delicate chain. It swings with each step, a metronome marking time. Some say it's his talisman, others, a #secret key to #unlock inspiration.

8. **Unconventional Gaze**: When Jon@rve looks at you, it's as if he peers into your soul. His gaze holds #vulnerability and defiance in equal measure. You wonder if he sees the world through a musical lens, where every heartbeat syncs to a #rhythm.

9. **Faded Sheet Music**: In his back pocket, crumpled and #cherished, rests a sheet of music. Its ink has blurred with time, but the notes #remain legible—a melody composed during a moonlit night when the stars whispered #secrets.

10. **Echo of Echoes**: Jon@rve carries an echo—an elusive presence that follows him. Some say it's the #ghost of a #forgotten composer, guiding his hand. Others believe it's the muse itself, weaving inspiration into his existence.

And so, Jon@rve walks the #road of life, his appearance a canvas painted by the music he creates—a symphony of #existence. 🎶✨

J-A-N-E versjon 2

Jon Arve Ovesen