i am a person that looks alot like this
and my drawings look alot like this
and my songs sound alot like this
but i am someone else

i am slowly turning to stone
and forgetting everything i know
empty screens i am staring at my phone
im a still life now

only a fucking still life
that fell down here to lay beside
merely someone that looks like me
nobody special just an boring empty shell

i am a shit poem written on a wall
and a bug at the side of your eyeball
im whats left of whatever i recall
from this life of mine

with a broken sink for a face
and a head that just takes up space
all i do is stay frozen in my place
like a still life

only a fucking still life
that fell down here to lay beside
no one at all
cause im no one special
im no one special
im no one special just a boring empty shell

Still Life

der er nu gået en uge
og en uge er lang tid
hvis man kun har levet i to
halvdelen af mit liv er nu spildt på gråd
som et skib der er gået på grund
som denne uge bliver til tre
og som flotte træer spirer
livet bliver længere
og livet er hårdt
kan stoppe så brat
blive gjort så kort

Som Flotte Træer Spirer

i finished up my letter
but i kept it on my shelf
so no one ever read it
my bag is packed and ready

its getting bad again
and i dont think theyre coming back
this time
this time

but sarah said
quit your dreaming
and take the long way home

i know sarah said
to just let go
but i cant bring myself to go

i brought home a housefly
and named it after dad
he starved to his death
fell to his death

kill all of your guilt
kill everything you know
and be their only lifeline
theyre my only lifeline now

let me put you out your misery

Sarah Said

the field seems so quiet in a time like this
though i know being quiet isnt always best
whenever i get high i think about it
the landscapes dont complain they just exist

i heard my mother cry again
they took the belongings she said
its like im seeing life through a lens
im giving all my clothes to my friends

i dont dare to speak the words
but i know were thinking of the same thing
i guess im just coming to terms
with it

the silence is giving it away
my room became a sad display
of all my destructive ways
act like youre home

i dont care to speak the words
but i know were thinking of the same thing
i guess im just coming to terms
with it
i guess im just coming to terms with it

coming 2 terms

This track is dedicate to the hometown of my deceased mother, Kerkuk in north of Iraq, where I come from.....What a life journey;)

for the memoty of Mama

Music Nina Björk Elíasson and Haruhiko Okabe.  Okabe: hichiriki, Nina: churchorgan. Recorded in 2009 in the church of Hveragerði, Iceland.   

Forever - Gagaku Deconstructed

From "Out of the Cage" 2002 (DFM) Music by Madam Press: Nina Björk Elíasson vocal, Mette Stig Nielsen Piano, Helen Jerg cello, Karina Agerbo recorder, Lonnie Svilling flute  

Lydlandskab Intonation - with Madam Press

Composer Thomas Agergaard. Saxophone: Thomas Agergaard. Piano: Helge Lien. Drums: Jon Fâlt: Bass: Thomas Fonnesbæk

Stops: Live Oslo KampenJazz 2015

íTríó - Helga Kristbjörg Guðmundsdóttir, Jón Þorsteinn Reynisson and Jónas Ásgeir Ásgeirsson
http://www.trioitrio.com/

For All The Wrong Reasons (2017)

Intermezzo

LANGT HAR VI GÅET

Nina Björk Elíasson singer, composer, improvisator, visuel artist.  Grew up in Iceland but has now lived for a long time in Copenhagen, Denmark. Educated in music and communication at the University of Copenhagen. 
She has explored the voice for years regarding phonetics, feelings, qualities etc. using it in an experimental way and improvising, composing works for voice solo and chorus, as well as songs to contemporary poetry: icelandic, danish, chinese.   
Gradually she began to make performance and videos/slides to her music,  Installations and visual art. 
Her music has been performed or played widely around the world. 

Forever - Gagaku Deconstructed

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