No Way Out

If You Really Do

Driftin Again 02 Track 2

This is an improved version of a song previously released on Soundcloud, now deleated. New and better drum programming, and, above all, an anonymous female voice in last part of the song, lifting it  to a  level I could not imagine would happen. I'm so proud - this is the best song I have recorded on my small ZOOM R8 so far.

The english title of the song would be someting like  'Stick to the one you're with'

Håll Fast Vid Den Du Har (2018) - Ft. female voice who chooses to remain anonymous

A song about having been lucky most of your life and suddenly realizing your guarding angels have flewn some place else.

Kört För Mig (2019)

USA Songwriting Competition Finalist Song (2019)!!!@!

The Reefer Song
By Cowboy Billy Herron

My friends all like to do reefer
They think it’s lots of fun.
They laugh and joke with every toke.
They ain’t hurtin’ anyone.

But when they pass a joint to me,
I have to wave it away. 
I feel bad because I'm kinda harshin’ their buzz, 
But this is what I say ...

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me. 
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.  

Now I know it’s getting legal
In a growing number of states.
Across the nation there’s a population 
Who think it’s really great.

But when it comes to can-na-bis
I have to say, “I can-not.”
'Cause when I do weed I’m guaranteed
To get dimmer than a 15-watt.   

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me. 
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.  

Ain’t like like I never smoked it.
I had my share back when.
But then one day I got carried away.
Smoked a whole dime bag with a friend.

When I went home I was in my room
And things started getting weird.
My Neil Young poster started talking to me.
And I got really scared.

I went outside, walked down the street.
And everyone was staring at me.
Cars hit the brakes for to see me baked.
So I hid behind a tree. 

Then a psychedelic squirrel came up to me.
And he looked me in the eye. 
He shook his little head, and then he said,
"Dude, you are really high."

So I ran back to my house again.
And I didn’t know what to do,
I went to the kitchen 'cause my belly was itchin’
For some junky no-good food.

I decided to cook three hot dogs
And I smothered them with Nutella.
My Mom, she caught me in the act.
She said, “What’s going on there, fella.”

The kitchen was a mess, my Mom was mad.
So I just went to sleep.
That’s the last time I smoked pot my friends.
'Cause of what it does to me.  

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me.  
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.

Songs of Minimal Significance and Occasional Meaning

The Reefer Song (A Cowboy Billy Herron Original)

Hon ser tvärs genom mig (2020)

Jens Ganmans alldeles egna, populistiska "Sommer"-program 2020 som inte alls har nåt med "Sommar" i P1 att göra (heeeelt annat grej det här). Innehåll: lättsamma observationer och iakttagelser om tillståndet i  Sverige, vår jättekompetenta regering och om diverse skattefinansierade galenskaper inom SR och SVT. Triggervarning: Kan kränka lättkränkta personer/ innehåller 80-talsinspirerad "rockmusik".

JENS GANMAN "SOMMER" 2020

ONDE MIGRANTI (Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

Se poi si parte una ragione c’è su queste piste di sale,
Serpente scivoli e lasci dietro te impronte di un lento viaggiare
Solo le nuvole porto con me, verso un temporale
L’angoscia resta dentro e non va via, va ben oltre la strada
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda avanti e non vede niente
Lo sguardo spento che, nel mio futuro cosa c’è

Bambini giocano con le stelle e fanno grandi sorrisi
Donne nascondono i loro volti dietro abiti neri
Ma se è vero che esiste un dio per tutti gli uomini
Se è vero che ci mette alla prova non lo voglio pregare
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo ...

ONDE MIGRANTI (MIGRANT WAVES)(Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

If you start a reason
there is on these salt slopes,
Snake slides and leave footprints of slow travel behind you
Only the clouds I carry with me, towards a storm
The anguish remains inside and does not go away, it goes far beyond the road
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look ahead and see nothing
The dull gaze that is in my future

Children play with the stars and make big smiles
Women hide their faces behind black clothes
But if it is true that there is a god for all men
If it is true that it tests us, I don't want to pray
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only ..

ONDE MIGRANTI (STOP THE WAR)

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A song about the difference between facebook friends and friends IRL

500 Vänner På Facebook Ft. Bert Olof Zackisson, bass guitar (2020)

Here you can find both soft acoustic songs and harder rock songs. Enjoy.
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