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Silent Suburbia

Silent Suburbia - Marcus JB & Siobhan Dakay

Min tolkning av Nils Ferlins dikt 'En Liten Konstnär'.

Free (and quick) translation of the classic poem by Nils Ferlin

The Artist

The wind is rough, the cold is hard
Please be kind to a small stablehand
If he wants something new, something for himself
It's just a Magdeburger clavier

He would play small tunes on it
That would amaze the whole neighborhood  
People would travel miles and more
To hear his hand clavier

The wind is rough, the cold is hard 
He's cursing himself, our stablehand
But soon he'll be sitting in high sublimity,
and finger buttons made of pearl

And then they will speak at mill and crusher
A strange man - known to us 
Went here and froze - just like we 
Such a big genious!

Sometimes it could fall a word, 
Even if air is air and dirt is dirt 
It's probable our stable-hand
Freezes stiff and gets caught
In the harsh winter cold

Freezes stiff - just like us, 
Never become famous and free. 
Instead walk here day after day 
With woeful features in his face

En liten konstnär (N. Ferlin)

Neon Lights

Sometimes I drift away at night
Drawn to the flickering neon lights
Among those twisted shadows
Beside the matchstick sparks

Seeing fallen minds, empty parts
Broken glasses, shattered hearts
Lost crooked and twisted dreams
Left to rustle so it seem

Seeking some kind of verification
Seeking some kind of peace
This is my place of redemption
This is my place of redemption

Seeking some kind of verification
Seeking some kind of peace
This is my place of redemption
This is my place of redemption


Producer Siobhan Dakay. 

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Neon Lights - Marcus JB & Siobhan Dakay

Nowhere

Winter's pounding
I'm heading back home
All is cold and empty
Turning to stone

Freezing distant 
Summer memories
Sleeping silent 
In the winter tomb

This is the road from nowhere
This is the road from my nowhere

Dancing shadows, in the glowing headlights
Hidden stories, whispering old times
Sweet secluded, my old friend
You will be with me to the end

This is the road from nowhere
This is the road from my nowhere

Producer Siobhan Dakay. All Rights Reserved & Copyright 2019 Marcus JB & Siobhan Dakay

Photo by Johan Arthursson on Unsplash

Nowhere - Marcus JB & Siobhan Dakay

Kitchen recording. Finished Version.

Lyrics/Poem: Dan Andersson
Vocals/Guitar: Marcus JB

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Tonsättning av Dan Anderssons dikt Milrök II.

Milrök II

En gång i ändlösa skogar där urbergen stupande stå,
bortom svindlande, vida myrar, där timmarna dödstysta gå,
där välvde i smältvit hetta ett bål under stybbade bryn,
där tumlade väldig och vitgrå den fräna röken mot skyn
Där kring gick en sotig mänska med ögon som matt porslin
och svettas hett under sotet i de vassaste vindarnas vin.
Hans själ kunde brinna som andras, hans bröst hade hat och tro
och hans längtan steg med röken ur skogarnas eviga ro.
Han sjöng och hans sång blev röken från ett bål som helt brann ner,
det är vitt och svart och försvinner, det är milrök och ingenting
mer.

Foto: Ebehard Grossgasteiger

Milrök II (D. Andersson)

Reviews:

"..melancholic and dark singer-songwriter music. Fits perfectly when hanging out at home drinking tea. His debut album "Silver Lining" will be released 2018".  www.eclat-mag.de

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"You never fail to touch me with your dusty guitar and husky, lamenting vocals. Such control in your vocal delivery, such tenderness as always. Love this to death!" Jake Dasilva on 'No More Flowers'

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