Messy project. Just felt like singing something. It´s 04:36 am, and I guess my neighbors love it. But they are the kind of people who sleep, and therefore they have no right to complain.  Mixing is for quitters. And for people with computers that does not break down when the tracks get too many. I always have an excuse, and I reserve my right to have one.

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I remember the stories, the fables far from fear. When you are born you are crying, then you laugh and you die, the circle never disappear. And I miss my old instincts, to lust to, trust and to feel. You saw snowflakes in flight, I saw rain in disguise, accepted judgments singing in my ear.

I remember how simple the questions often would be. Is this forest all trees, are you staying with me? If not just let this animal run free, even if I would get lost in the pines, bushes and leafs.

You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 
You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 

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Circles In Circles

Cows, kilometers, diskbänksrealz.

https://soundcloud.com/stroemmen

Circles In Circles

SonOfKarl