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Rob Olsson

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart.

Rob Olsson - Rob on the Edge

This is not a true reflection of the artists that played at the Tribal Gathering Uk but an inspiration. I attended the Gathering in 1997 & these are the artists that played that year ---Kraftwerk
Faithless
DaftPunk
The Chemical Brothers
Paul Oakenfold
Orbital
Fluke
Dj Sneak
Sven Vath
Richie Hawtin
Laurent Garnier
Pete Tong
Jeff Mills
Kevin Saunderson
Dave Clarke
Felix da Housecat
Deep Dish
Marshall Jefferson
Masters At Work
Roger Sanchez
Sasha
Roni Size
Fabio
GrooveRider
Dj Rap
John Digweed
  Other Gatherings I loved were all the illegal raves in inner city London in deserted buildings, raves in India, Africa, Thailand,  the millennium gathering NZ, early Splores, Shipwrecked. Lots of space to dance!

Tribal

120 Bpm
Spinnin Records Talentpool Rank#30

Thinking

67_Techniker im House - released on 15 October 2024 only on Soundcloud

Another track with only 5 elements for fun and pleasure. Why is the track called what it is? #minimal #techhouse #liverecording

(produced with LaunchPad)

Techniker im House

Anthem (2023) Anthology CD1 Track 07

everything is fine, don't worry, asteroid coming...collision expected 2025😃😛

COLLISION.mp3

Music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqmnp3KQnVs
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Creeper
________

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet
hiding in shrubs, crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper 
creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees
and if you need me, you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

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see a cottage, ‘round two-hundred feet…
peeking in your blinds! crazy way to meet, girl! :)

I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street 
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper gellin’ to my radio
moving up your street, hop into my backseat
I got down around 200 feet, hiding in shrubs…
crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees, and if you need me
you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

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where are you girl?  I get low down
smashed around looking for anyone not a clown
out there in the summer heat; crawling through your shrubs…
crazy way to meet, girl!

where are you now?  I get low down
smacked around looking for anyone not a clown
out there around 200 feet, hiding in the trees
crazy way to meet, girl!

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet…
hiding in your shrubs, crazy place to meet 

giiiiirrrrrrrrrrlllllllll!!!!!!!!!!

Creeper

https://soundcloud.com/user-995867230?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  Single Use: Guitar
Rob Olsson: Bass
Rob Lyrics/Vocs

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Shadows still fill 
The deepest corners of my mind
Try to wave them away like flies

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Living in this three dimensional world
Do my best
Get on the right side of the truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Right Side Of The Truth /with Single Use And Recycled

"Whatever"is an '80s-style rock song. It talks about the world of disposable and temporary things we live in, where nothing lasts long enough to become real. Friendships, relationships, love — everything is plastic and fleeting. A time without memories.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

It’s just like that, the way I recall,
Blurred-out words, nothing real at all.
I hit the street, but I’m not there,
Can’t see you — green or red, I don’t care.
I walk ahead, try not to glance behind,
Where I go, you don’t cross my mind — that’s fine.
What’s gone is gone, it won’t return,
The future waits, no need to burn.
It’s gone, it’s done — no more glory,
The fire wipes out every story.
Time just moves, it won’t relent,
Chasing wins, it kills the present.
And memory? It fades, it dies,
Just disappears before your eyes.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

Tanto faz é um rock estilo anos 80. Fala sobre o mundo de coisas descartáveis e temporarias em que vivemos, onde nada dura tempo suficiente para se tornar verdadeiro. Amizades, relacionamentos, amores...tudo é plastico e passageiro. Um tempo sem memórias.

Tanto Faz

É bem por ai, é como eu me lembro;
Palavras difusas, tudo fake;
Descubro a rua e não me vejo;
Não te enxergo, verde ou vermelho;
Sigo em frente sempre tento não olhar pra trás;
Pra onde ando não te percebo, tanto faz;
O que passou, passou. Não volta jamais;
O futuro te espera, fica em paz;
Passou, passou, não tem mais glória.
O fogo varre toda a história.
O tempo sempre segue em frente, buscando a vitória despreza o presente.
A memória se diluí, se desfaz.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

Swing from that tree
Feet dangling
Your mind float free
Butterfly cloverleaf

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Breeze, summer breeze
Sway branch of willow tree
Some of their leaves fall
All their days revolve 

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone

Stream running clean, cool gurgling
Morning bring blood flow head to toe

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone


Cloverleaf And Butterfly

Single Use And Recycled: song writer, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/Q10mjSPzCOfMD5YN1Q

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Long ago you said you loved me
That was not untrue
I love me too, can’t blame you

I’m uneducated, unbathed
I’m a wreck
Check it out, whatcha gonna do?

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

I’m no prince, that being said
Thanks a lot for hanging in 
I’ve got doubts, check it out

My lackadaisical attitude
C’est la vie
You’re still here, believe in me

Always hear so much talk about
The one soul mate
A lotta talk, check it out

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Good Things Fall

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

One hit in my gut
Above the belt, war is fought
Next shot, cut my eye
Vision blinded

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Stopped outright, trail gone cold
Master plan been revised
No F.E.A.R.
Forget everything and run

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself 

Rude awakening, whole room spin
Crawl across the floor
Skull imploding 
Gonna be sick

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself


Hope Elevated

The Walking Session (Rehearsal)

Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/c3vPKqnUSooFz2rE1Q
Rob: lyrics/vocals, bass, solo guitar

Along the way, out of curiosity
Ask me anything, I know it all

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

I can count to ten, three different languages 
No and yes and thank you 
That’s my specialty

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Keen eye for the obvious, spot it every time
Did you catch the way made it look so easy

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

I got super confidence, sure of myself
Stand alone atop the highest mountain 

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge


Smirk On My Face

Tis a noble sport but it does have its downside. The lifespan of a wrestler is typically reduced by 15-20 years attributed to the health consequences of the sumo diet. They are also banned from driving cars partly due to being too big to fit behind a steering wheel. This song, however, is about another fight which we must win!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSnhY0xBK7k

I’m a sumo wrestler
Don’t fit in a Tesla
I weigh 400 pounds 
Or ‘bout that
And a lotta the food’ll be
Rice, ramen noodles
Yeah
Ya gotta be fat

No gougin ’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Huff, luffa 
Keep your breathing in sync
Throw salt in the air
Show your palms 
That’s just fair
Make sure your mawashi’s 
Tucked in
   
Le lutteur de Sumo
Il ma fait ‘ah’
Il ma fait ‘oh’
Le lutteur de Sumo
C’est si bon
C’est si beau

No gougin’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Make sure your mawashi 
Tucked in
 And remind that bozo
Once he touches the doho
It means that he loses
I win

Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa

The Sumo Wrestler

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart. I hope to make more music soon so check back every so often👍