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Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7eDJ7TSIS57uG2JWf4OOJ9
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/se/album/all-is-well/1315001671?i=1315001957

Written, produced and recorded by Timshel and Sebastian Jacobson in Midas studios in Replot, Finland.
Additional keys by Henrik Sundström
Mixed by Niklas Berglöf
Mastered by Magnus Lindberg

Thanks to Midas studios, Anders Höglund, Sebastian Jacobson, Niklas Berglöf, Magnus Lindberg, Petronella Natalie Design, Henrik Sundström, Gun-Louise Bergfors and Janne Hyöty. 

Funded by Svenska kulturfonden and Svenskösterbottniska Samfundet.

LYRICS:

I tried to swim across the baltic sea
insisting its salt could carry me
the pole star was my guide and you were the tide

Above there were cranes flying south, speaking in tongues
when something in the water got into my lungs
Darling, I feel it’s getting harder to breathe

I won’t moan
we’re only skin and bone
longing for someone
to drink from our well
oh, buttercup
I’m all messed up
but please don’t stop
lying til’ I know, all is well

I dreamt we went to old Algiers
had some kids and bought seven silver souvenirs
Then I was awoken by the drowned Phoenician sailor

At the bottom God was laughing, writing my obituary
Saying, ”all I’m missing is some of that old time vocabulary”
To get the perfect punchline before throwing me to the swine

I won’t moan
we’re only skin and bone
longing for someone
to drink from our well
oh, buttercup
I’m all messed up
but please don’t stop
lying til’ I know, all is well

All is well, all is well, all is well

Through the periscope I saw you putting on a gramophone
Singing, ”the universe is a monster, but it has left us alone”
I never reached the coast, but maybe I reached you

I won’t moan
we’re only skin and bone
who fear to be alone
when the lights go out
oh, buttercup
They’re closing up
but please don’t stop
lying til’ I know, that all

All is well

All Is Well

https://open.spotify.com/album/6BqmjnfZuqlzMA8Mn4JDmT?si=RnmO1q75SUuYQmPVIHp8MQ

Produced and recorded by D.I.M.H. and Meursault and the absurd in Klemetsö Hit Music Factory.
Mixed and mastered by D.I.M.H.
Music and lyrics by Meursault and the absurd.
Cover photo by Nickey Kolev.
Logo by D.I.M.H.
Layout by Meursault and the absurd.

Ocean breeze
I was born in a pine tree grove 
to the hymn of the electric stove

A swinging lightbulb was the first I saw
 before I never learned to shoot or draw

Father said I was a bit too small 
Mother danced and sung across the hall

"If you never see the sun go down, 
how can you ever know that it does rise”

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light
 as it goes gentle into the good night

I was on my bed with a shaved head 
The door stood open and framed the dead

A stream of faces walked by and cried
 No one saw me even though they tried

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light
 as it goes gentle into the good night

Now all that’s left is an extension table
 set in white it keeps father stable

Mother moved to the Faerie Islands 
He’s having dinner in the growing silence

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light 
as it goes gentle into the good night

Ocean Breeze (Feat. D.I.M.H.)

https://open.spotify.com/track/57evgM8Lkez0XD77ax2uIH?si=xfwXIx3ASpyPCh1dCXW5UA

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Stormin ropa när di grep an
fö landsförräderi
”mitt namn he e orkan”
sen så lå an
me ansikte i grusplan

Pojkin hans lämna ett brev,
just före han for till Stockholm
å klättra opp på spårvagnin
å greppa tag i elkablin

Va kan ja gör åt att ja har både rött å vitt blod i mig
att ja e från lande, men att mamm e från stan
att ja blev man ren som barn
att ja heter storm
men e en orkan

Flickon hans minns än
när hon så an en sista gång
hon sto på tå på asfaltin
så opp mot anstaltin
drogs bort av konstaplin

Hon tänkt å stick iväg,
men fastna i tullin
di sa ”du bord läggas i förvar,
helst giftas me nån karl”

Men va kan nån gör åt att hon har både rött å vitt blod i sig
att hon e från lande, men att mamm hennas e från stan
att hon blev kvinno ren som barn
att hon heter storm
men e en orkan

Papp min skratta till,
när ja starta ett straight edge hardcore band
”Va vet du om live,
å hur e kan riv en
å aldri förklar motiven

Men mamm hon sa
”Han gör ju i alla fall int nå anna ill,
så låt an nu hållas
han ska ändå snart inkallas”

Å va kan vi gör åt att han har både rött å vitt blod i sig
att han e från lande, men att mamm hans e från stan
att han blev man ren som barn,
att han heter storm,
men e en orkan

CREDITS:
Producent: Petter Näse (Sthlm Songs) 
 Co-producent: Fredrik Myhr  
Inspelningstekniker: Petter Näse
Mix: Markus Sjöberg (Sthlm Songs)  
Master: Eric Broyhill (Monsterlab Audio)
Inspelat i Sthlm Songs, Stockholm, Sverige  
 Text och musik: Markus Bergfors  
Sång: Markus Bergfors & Iiris Viljanen  
 Bas: Clas Lassbo 
El & akustisk gitarr: Petter Näse
Trummor och percussion: Fredrik Myhr
Sångstämmor: Fredrik Myhr & Petter Näse 
Synth: Petter Näse
Mellotron: Markus Bergfors

Omslagsfoto: Markus Bergfors
Omslagslayout: Petronella Natalie Design

Gjord med understöd från Svenska kulturfonden och Nygréns stiftelse.

Stormin

Stormin (Med Iiris Viljanen)

The last single ever from Timshel.

Written, recorded and performed by Timshel at Midas Studios in Replot, Finland.
Produced by Sebastian Jacobson
Mixed by Markus Sjöberg
Mastered by Eric Broyhill
Lead vocals by Markus Bergfors
Drums by Petter Erikslund
Bass & backing vocals by Patrick Sjöholm
Guitars & backing vocals by Sebastian Jacobson
Keys by Daniel Ventus
Percussion by Oscar Karlsson

Artwork by Andrei Palomäki

NATALIE 

Trough narrow stairs and blood stained corners. 
I walk past needles and money lost on heat.
The bus was long gone, but the sky was filled 
so it was fine.

A change lied upon, perhaps a new beginning. 
But as all beginnings they seem to die or I’ll kill them

She was waiting at the movies, when I arrived she was dancing like a maple fruit. 
Her dress waived as she moved from side to side, I tried to follow but lost my step.

Natalie, come down from the screen. 
I know I’m late but will you be my only queen
You and I might be strangers but I think we can take it

I closed my eyes to not be seen, I dreamed I was a Siberian tiger.
Roaring on top of monks and mountains. 
But It was just a sigh.
A flash before my eyes, the hall it was empty.
The light flickered slowly until it stopped.

I saw changing shapes and colors like dancing flies on my eyelids.
They moved from side to side I tried to follow but lost my focus, again.

Natalie, come down from the screen.
I’m alone and I am high on caffeine.
Here on the floor in the dirt I’m all yours

I drew upon a lie, I drew twice
Straight in her chest, before it passed mine
it was the end of a film, that was never ours 
the credits rolled by

Natalie come down from the screen
I know it’s I who set this god damned scene
but I need your spark to light the gasoline 

Natalie, come down from the screen.
I’m alone and I am high on caffeine.
Here on the floor in the dirt I’m all yours

Timshel - Natalie

Kyro älv, Österbottens Mississippi, rinner från Seinäjoki ut i Bottenviken genom den lilla byn Kvevlax som ligger strax utanför Vasa. Det var i detta gränsland mellan landsbygd och stad, finskt och svenskt och religiöst och sekulärt som den finlandssvenska artisten Månskensbonden växte upp bland mopeder, bönehus och indiemusik.

Stormin (Med Iiris Viljanen)

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