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Generation Why.
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Mother earth you got some nerve calling me your son.
Waves run faster before my eyes, calling for attention.

They say just dive right in and swim. Swim swim swim
To the deep black part and sleep like a child, beneath the white sun.

I ignored the imaginary choice i was given.
Walked another mile, forced a whisper and a smile for the river.

But the waves moved in too fast for us to last.
It´s a one was road, back home. Where nothing has changed.

Coma creeping, creeping through my veins.
Huxley´s soma, a prophecy in vain.

Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer.

SUCH A WASTE.

Game Change

I hardly remember this one. It outlived my computer, so I figure that it earned the right to be uploaded. If you are allergic to sentimentality, or the lack of mixing, I suggest you cover your ears.

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Drunk, 16. When the time was right we drove the car to the beach in the dark.
Quietly. I swam as far out as I could, ignored the screams.

Pitch black freshwater played the role of headphones.
Even darker sky, my tv and my telephone.
Emma worried, maybe sensed something I did not know.
I do now, though.

Grew up too soon. Brought brick weed and imagined truth. Laughing moon.
Black cocoon. Still the same old water passing time. New kids by the waterline.
And in my head they swim again towards the deepest part.
All their friends back on the beach with hindsight in their hearts.
No, it´s mine, since no one is there. Guess I played the role a bit too hard...

Backstroke - (Keep finding old songs that refuse to die)

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

Recorded some sort of live test for the first time in ages.  Kinda improvised. I have so many excuses. To low pitch for my fucking stale throat.  

 There, all better..

Hide And Sick

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbpOyyVUBGE
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Keep them eyes locked on the clock today
Chase the seconds that escape
Guess I missed another day


Keep my nose broke, as it should be, I just like the flow
Keep me warm with my own blood, it´s a questionable way to grow
Anyway that´s what I hear, from my inner child too loud
Keep him inside, yeah let him run wild in his black cloud


I keep all of the wrong things, I am bound to my mistakes
Like the post-it note, in the cubicle remain
Anyway that´s what I hear, when I finally ask for help 
Keep my eyes locked on this old clock, until time fade away

Nebula

For some reason, years after finding his first album, I listened to Elvis Perkins yesterday while enjoying the sweet nature of an epic hangover after an even more epic midsummer-eve. So I recorded some kind of live cover to keep the stomach where it belongs. A bit too low pitched, but who has the energy to move the capo? Kinda gritty sound since I  recorded both the guitar and vocal into the same mic in one take, and also because my voice was kinda muffed up, but none of those facts are new, so I will stop writing about now. 



It´s Only Me (Elvis Perkins Cover)

Fever recording, one day project. Uploaded the wrong version yesterday, so maybe this one is a bit more clean... I dubbed 3-4 live takes with the guitar and vocals in the same track though, so mixing this thing is not gonna happen. Much. 

Pic from asofterworld.com, as usual.

Bobby (Youth Lagoon Cover)

Simple as that?
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Weigh out the options. Simple equation, when the results are done before the the question.

"Gain before pain son, see now how it all is done right? Not a fight left that is even worth your
sweat."

And the drama-queen seems upset. Not an honest one, take what you get.

Turn off the lights then. Don´t keep ´em waiting, moons and stars and cars by the entrance.
Picking up the pieces of you, and you and then yourself. Collecting all that dust upon your shelf.
"So just and fair", says the sign to hell. Stop and stare: Remember well. Hell.

Picking up the pieces, Picking up the pieces, I´m Picking up the pieces, I got you in my pocket.
Picking up the pieces, Picking up the pieces, I´m Picking up the pieces and got you in my pocket.

Stage frightened clown, it´s a stage frightened clown and the stage frightened clown has got heart like a rocket. Stage frightened clown, it´s the stage frightened clown and the stage frightened clown had salvation but lost it. 

Boy, did he lose it....

Simple equation

Some kind of start we all have to do. Some call it a cruel, deterministic and cosmic joke on our species.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWMarPMGe0k
 
Some say bliss need no ignorance.  I don´t say much anymore, I merely concur. As recommended by, The Department of consensus.    

Paracetamol prolog

Sonofkarl - No sun on Sunday

Original by Youth Lagoon. So go listen to the original instead.

Missing something. Tried some percussion, but turned out so shitty I had to change my underwear.

No energy left to mix it properly, and my "monitors" are worthless, so I have no idea 

That´s it for today, stay tuned for more excuses. 

Cannons - (Youth Lagoon cover)

Found an oldie in the dusty vaults. A bit too old for comfort. Still here we are......  HUH!?



1013

A live take of an old song written 6 years ago. Recorded it 5-10 minutes after waking up today. So it´s not me playing. It´s someone else.

Could, should, would.

All flavors please - The "closed curtain years".

One day project. Kinda stressed production, but sometimes one just have to record something. FFS.
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Still too long, aching back once was strong

Now it bends like a leaf in the wind, but no sleep. 

So I pretend you are a dream, in the eyes of a kid, 

always willing to sing,

always hungry for something that can´t be named.

Daydreamer missing out on another train .

(Picture from asofterworld.com)

Stilla

Cows, kilometers, diskbänksrealz.

https://soundcloud.com/stroemmen

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