Sky High

Luupainaja

a wishful purple
on my mind
won’t lay to rest
like the rain

tonight
i wonder where you are
by the butterflies
or somewhere by the gate?

i can still hear your voice
and a familiar silhouette
visits me nightly
in my dreams
with a weeping guitar
in his hands

a wishful purple
on my mind
won’t lay to rest
like the rain

butterfly keeper

you’re painting my lips with lies
i can see it all in these
poorly tinted shades of yours

but when your life gets so dull
things tend to get out of hand,
break, and escalate too quickly

you linger on
carelessly evoking
all kinds of thoughts
like a drop of nicotine

feeding me with impulse
and mindless abstraction
in your poorly tinted shades,
they’re the color of brown

you’re still painting my lips with lies
i can see it all in these
poorly tinted shades of yours

but when your life gets so dull
things tend to get out of hand,
break, and escalate too quickly

poorly tinted shades

rose blood

you're so damn arcane
i'd look like a gray cloud
standing there, beside you

and yet i want nothing more
than to drown all of my being
within you

i could be insane
you've got 29 slices in your hands
who am i to take her place?

i might be the world's
most obscure little darling
can't you hear my nightly crying?

and it doesn't help
that you speak my love language
when you look my way
how could i stay away?

from those eyes
shining like raindrops
against my window pane
is it so wrong of me to wish
that you'd climb in?

i might be the world's
most obscure little darling
can't you hear my nightly crying?

don't even toy with me
our love would be the end of me
'cause i only hear what i wanna hear
and you suffocate me

and all i could hear
were these words
that i thought
he wrote about me
stuck on an endless loop
with no end
nearing anytime soon

we were never lovers

suveöö embuses

Mars by Priit Pajusalu

funny how time flies

Steve Maggiora & Kim Melville ‘Mars’ Production Contest 2024

Toomas Juhkov - Mars Production

We’re pleased to share jagärenm-a-nenmansomflyrendimmautannamn, a new audio piece by Gothenburg-based artist and composer Gustaf Gideon.

Gideon, alchemist and user of instruments, presents in the evocative work jagärenm-a-nenmansomflyrendimmautannamn a fog that emerges as a layered metaphor for the digitalized society: a threat, a comfort—something that both seeps in and holds you close. His practice begins in the city’s underbelly, where gathered data is transformed into sonic maps of the urban mind.

And his shadow? It seems to have been lost on expeditions—last seen performing at Julia Bohlin’s opening at Galleri Monitor. One is left wondering: who is really fleeing whom—and what?

Dimma.Doubt.Data...
NSFW 

-Gustaf Gideon is a Swedish musician and sound artist. He holds a double bachelor's degree in sound design and graduated from the University of Skövde, where he researched aesthetic audiovisual silence. He is involved in several collaborative music projects, and upcoming events include a performance at Ljurhalla Fabriken on 5 July 2025.