Bailing Out


Roberta, Roberta
Words and music Stefan Olsson, 2013-09-07

Roberta, Roberta where have you gone
I wonder if you are traveling along 
I miss your words and your helpful smile 
Roberta, Roberta stay for a while

Roberta, Roberta where did you go 
This is something I do wanna know 
If you see this message, send a reply 
Roberta, Roberta - where, when and why

Roberta, Roberta, what did I do
Where are you going, I just wanna know
I’m going to pieces, I’m losing your trail
Roberta, Roberta - no wind in my sails

Let’s write another song before the chords run out   
You know that you’re the one that makes me twist and shout
And when the day is done that’s what it’s all about

Roberta, Roberta you gave me thy heart
You turned winter to summer, like a work of art
You got me trough boxes, this development thing
Roberta, Roberta, you made this man sing

Roberta, Roberta the evening is here      
My body is talking, but what do you hear
I feel so back heavy, get me out of this bar
Roberta, Roberta, no whisky in my jar

Let’s write another song before the chords run out   
You know that you’re the one that makes me twist and shout
And when the day is done that’s what it’s all about

Roberta, Roberta what’s in the third box
Let me in on this secret, get it out of fort Knox
I’m a horse with no stable, I’m a house but no home
Roberta, Roberta, this hobo will roam 


Roberta, Roberta

March Of The Giants

Lyrics Rikki Ansell
Music Stefan Olsson

Vocals Elin Carina André(Plinka), Instruments Stefan Olsson

I fell in love with a tomte,
as precious as he could be
but I'm twiggy old woodsprite
could a tomte ever love me?

I need to be in the forest
he needs to be on the farm
which could leave our element
without ever coming to harm?

A dryad can last in the open fields
far less than a single day
A tomte in wood land soon becomes
as lifeless as sheered hay

I on the fringe of the forest,
and he on the edge of the green
as deep as my love for the tomte
is the river that flows in between.

yes I fell in love with the tomte
with his laughter like leaves in the wind
and I can not reach his meadow
no matter how steeply I bend

Oh if I could reach over that river, 
lay the crown of my tree on his shore
then I could have forest and tomte
no woodsprite could ever ask more

Oh, I fell in love with a tomte
as precious as he could be
but I'm a twiggy old woodsprite
bound to my forest and tree-eeeeeeee
aaaaaaaaah
I'm a twiggy old woodsprite
bound to my forest and treeeeeee.

I fell in love with a Tomte (vocals by Elin Carina André)

Hold your wallet and watch your step, you're entering the city of swindlers! Illywhackers and hoodwinkers are roaming the streets - give them a finger, and they'll take your glasses, your Otamatone and your whole hockey card collection.

Art work: Yves-Antoine Nunez-Godoy. 
www.artstation.com/yves-antoine

Paracosm

City of Swindlers

Bandcamp

Semi-orchestral track for Skywind. 

Artwork: Yves-Antoine Nunez-Godoy and Aeryn James Davies

Skywind (Original Game Soundtrack: Fredrik Jonasson)

Wayfarer

Cinematic strings 2, Albion, VSL SE.

Cover art: Hypergiant Designs https://www.facebook.com/HypergiantDesigns - Give him a visit! 

March Of The Giants

Roger Norén