Written some time late 2020 - early 2021.

Instruments: guitar, bass, harmonica, accordion.

Lyrics:
You've got me
Pushed into this corner
I'm a transformer
Running out of shapes
Lies on TV
What do you see?
I don't understand
This reality

Why don't you come to bed?
Lie with me instead
Turn off the screen
To make love with me
Why don't you come to bed
Lay down your pretty head
Tomorrow's a new start
For a brand new charge

I've got you
Crushed by their words
How much it hurts
To be beaten down
We must act now
Kill their holy cow
Time to pull the plug
Who gives a fuck?

Why don't you come to bed?
Lie with me instead
Turn off the screen
To make love with me
Why don't you come to bed
Lay down your pretty head
Tomorrow's a new start
For a brand new charge

Come To Bed

A song written in its final form in January 2021.
Instruments: guitar, bass, mandolin.

Lyrics:

Simon says a lot of things Simon doesn't mean
It's just the way he swings swiping the slates clean
"New year, new me" he says, not a shred of irony
"Look for some who cares, who sees the man in me"

Simon's an afterthought of the after party
He says he's so tired
He's never second best, not the first or the third
Not the second best, oh, how it hurts

Simon's the life of the ball they all shake his hand
On the stage he stands tall he's one with the band
He got the last minute invitation, what a blow
But he doesn't look like it, go on with the show

Simon's an afterthought of the after party
He says he's so tired
He's never second best, not the first or the third
Not the second best, oh, how it hurts

Simon

A song written in the Fall of 2020 about wanting to grow old.

Lyrics:
The clock on the wall seems so wrong
I don't know how to read it
My shirt's grown too small
I don't have the money to buy more
This face that I wear
I hope it still appeases you
If my mirror agreed
It would certainly be wrong

I wanna be with you
I want to grow old

This hand that you hold
Is wrinkly and so brittle
And the smoke in my lungs
Is a souvenir from years ago
I saw the world get its colour
As I paved my own way
So let's not let it shatter
I still want to see more

I wanna be with you
I want to grow old
I want to see the world
I want to grow old with you

If you hear the whispers
It's the forest calling for you
And if the fire settles
You'll have so much to do
When you lie in their ashes
Show them our way
Tell them we must work together
If we want to stay

I wanna be with you
And I want to grow old
I want to see the world
I want to grow old with you

Grow old with you

Grow Old

This song was written in the late 2020 and was originally planned to be much more dreamlike and synth-heavy piece, but at some point it started to become very heavily inspired by Nick Kamen's I Promised Myself. Fitting, given he passed away earlier this week, after I had already decided to produce this song. So I suppose I shall make this my tribute to the amazing music of Nick Kamen. Rest in peace, legend.

Lyrics:
We can build a rocketship
Then we'll fly to Mars
Soar through the sky
Leave the atmosphere
Far from here
I will take you home
Where you belong
Won't take too long

You're a miracle
Beautiful miracle
Do you know what you are?
You're a star

We grow from dirt
With so much to learn
Growing pains
Spills and stains
You make me proud
To be where I am
I traversed so long
To write this song

You're a miracle
Beautiful miracle
Do you know what you are?
You're a star
You're my star

You're my desiderium
And I'm a lost cause
Just a lost boy
Never finding Neverland

You're a miracle
Beautiful miracle
Do you know what you are
You're a star
Beautiful Miracle
You know what you are

Miracle

This song was inspired by the archetypal 50s lovesongs that wooed women with love and romance. It's kind of funny to me given how poorly women were treated back then and it's amazing how little we've progressed since then.

Lyrics:

C'mon baby, let's get together again
You gotta know, gotta know what I'm saying
How about a night at the drive in?
You can't miss where I'm going

C'mon baby, you look so fine
I'm feeling hungry, no time to dine
You're all I need, that's the bottom line
A hussy like you has got to die

You see, nobody cares about me
Look at you, you're the beauty queen
You let go, I pull you back
I'm so much more than what I lack
You see I'd do anything for you
Because you are the beauty queen, oh!

C'mon baby, I'll take you there
No matter how far, just tell me where
So you found your Prince, as if I care
I'll become your worst nightmare

See, nobody cares about me
Look at you, you're the beauty queen
You let go, I pull you back
I'm so much more than what I lack
You see I'd do anything for you
Because you are the beauty queen, oh!

Beauty Queen

This one dwells into subjects that felt best expressed with more dressed down and raw instruments than grandiose band composition. It was also a hard one to write, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Aksel Spencer