Poem, guitar, melody: Poet Peter, aka @user-264930040
Voice and photo: Oddrun
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

Peter`s own words :
"I am blessed with a treasured friend whose name is Sue.

Sue is the very embodiment of humanity. Kind, selfless, giving, loving, unassuming, warm, smiling, understanding. Were you lucky enough ever to meet Sue, you’d never know that she carries a heavy burden carefully, and gently tucked away in a very private place within her heart.

This song is for Sue, and all mothers who, like her, have lost a son in the most tragic of circumstances, with no opportunity to help, hold, comfort or say goodbye."

Solace


When first you nestled in my arms and my eyes met with yours

A bonding fused in love, that could never be undone.

Sheltered you from harm as childhood lightly ran its course

Giving thanks to God above for the blessing you’d become.



Of your blossoming maturity I watched with glowing pride

Reaching for your touch to find that now we’re worlds apart,

Stolen by fate’s cruelty, that wrenches yet inside

Ever present in my mind, forever in my heart



As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.



And now I live by memory tides that flood tomorrow’s shore

Your image resting in my palm, lifts my spirit gently, where,

The strongest, warmest love abides and shall do evermore

A love bestowing soothing calm upon my silent prayer.



Though the space between is wide as the celestial abyss

I keep a special place aside, from which I promise only this

As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.

Solace. 1234567890. Oddrun Eikli.

Every night at 2:13 a.m., the old carousel at the edge of town begins to turn—slowly, deliberately—though no one is ever seen near it. The fairground was shut down decades ago, fenced off and forgotten, but locals swear they’ve seen the horses rising and falling in the dark, their chipped paint gleaming under moonlight.

There’s no power. No wind. Just movement.

Some say a child vanished there on the fair’s final night. Others whisper that the carousel was built with parts from somewhere… not quite right. It doesn’t thrash or scream. It moves gently, like it remembers how to bring joy—but has no one left to share it with.

It’s not violent. It’s not loud. But it spins, always at 2:13, like it’s waiting for someone to come back.


26/06/2025

The Carousel

Das_Neue_Zeitalter_Vol2

This is track one of my latest Trilogy entitled Belle Aime (Beautiful Soul). I hope you enjoy the series. Thank you for listening.

Belle aime No. 01

“The Life We Never Lived” is a love song about a life that never happened.
It’s about the messy, quiet, imperfect years we sometimes dream of—burnt dinners, Sunday routines, unspoken arguments.
This song doesn’t mourn what was lost.
It aches for what could have been.

With vivid, poetic snapshots and a laid-back groove, it paints a picture of a relationship that only existed in the imagination—but feels more real than most memories.
For anyone who’s ever missed something they never had.


„The Life We Never Lived“ ist ein Lovesong über ein Leben, das nie stattgefunden hat.
Er erzählt von den kleinen, stillen Momenten, die nie passiert sind – von verbranntem Abendessen, Sonntagsritualen, unausgesprochenen Streits.

Es ist kein Lied über Verlust.
Es ist ein Lied über das, was hätte sein können.


The Life We Never Lived

Some things are never fully found, and some questions remain unanswered. But there is beauty in the search itself, and hope in every step we take. Remember, you are not broken; you are simply on a journey. Life’s greatest treasures are often discovered on the way, not at the destination.

You search for a reason,
For a place to belong.
But maps are made of paper,
And every road feels wrong.

Some things are never found,
Some doors stay closed.
You are not broken—
Just unfound, I suppose.

You leave your name on windows,
You write it in the rain.
But nothing answers back,
And silence knows your pain.

Some things are never found,
Some doors stay closed.
You are not broken—
Just unfound, I suppose.

Unfound

Smiling Grass

Back at the Old Hall (Piano Improv)

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

Where the War Birds Sleep

Grace Beyond

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