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Messing Around

"Swearing is a new way to show grace, hello"
- written by a newly disillusioned thirteen-year-old with a fresh and fragile contempt against swearing and demonstratively cruel behaviours, as if they were something surprising. Waves of poignant, postmodern agony plowed across her systems of belief, since she hadn't learned how to apply real cynicism to them by then, only indiscriminate absurdity, which is far less efficient.

Fuck Off

Lyrics:

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Firstly this song wasss... supposed to be about 
contemptuous love, and woe
However, I thought that it would be — pretty boring. So:

Nighttime with lights on parade 
tickles our civilisation 
Minds are now resting in the shade 
of a jostling beam of craze
Nighttime with people on parade 
feeling dead appreciation
Minds took their time to take a rest 
and did vanish in the haze 

She told me to take another shot 
and even tried to buy me 
But, I said no to every drink 
but for once or twice I think 
She wanted me to feel the air
tried to make me more exalted 
Showed me the beauty of despair 
and showed how to let go 
Her mind is resting in the shade
of dead appreciation!

Oh delight 
In the light
Try to hear the fountain sing much louder and overvoice your tensions
Just take flight 
Then you might
Scream for death to show for all your friends 
how much you rely on them saving you

Nighttime with wonders on parade 
to blight your imagination 
Sensing the horrors of the day 
creeping closer to your mind 
Nighttime is deepening its shade 
to defend its population 
People start trembling in dismay
feeling sanity unwind.

She told me to take another shot 
and even tried to buy me
But I said no to every drink 
but for once or twice I think
She wanted me to feel the air,
tried to make me more exalted 
Showed me the beauty of despair 
and showed how to let go 
Her mind is resting in the shade 
of dead appreciation

Oh delight 
In the light
Try to hear the fountain sing much louder and 
overvoice your tensions
Just take flight 
Then you might
Scream for death to show for all your friends 
how much you rely on them saving you

Turn around 
I love you 
Or maybe just an ideal 
Turn around 
To see through 
The mess I try to conceal
...Deny me
Deny my insights and fears
Turn around 
Then blind me
It's easier then to stand tears

She told me to take another shot 
and even tried to buy me
But I said no to every drink 
but for once or twice I think
She wanted me to feel the air
tried to make me more exalted 
Showed me the beauty of despair 
and showed how to let go 
Her mind is wrestling with the shade 
of dead appreciation 

Oh delight
In the light
Try to hear the fountain sing much louder and
overvoice your tensions
Just take flight 
Then you might
Scream for death to show for all your friends 
how much you rely on them saving you.

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My friend was drunk, got suicidal and wanted to jump off a bridge. Hence the "scream for death to show for all your friends how much you rely on them saving you".

Dead Appreciation

Sadism ("Trasiga koppar för otur med sig, sa du")

Телепатия

Fuggo.

Inkl. många "hick" och smått ironiska (idiotiska) modulationer.

Fattus Nihil

Counterallegations

Striking Lullaby

One of five songs I recorded back in 2013, during that jumbled summer vacation when I suddenly became politically interested. With lines such as “knowledge becomes just a patience-eating cancer” in the lyrics, it’s no wonder that I realised the day after recording the song that it was way too weird to be released, ever. And here we go, compromising by speeding away half of it... Enjoy the crazy, activistic, 'enlightened' 15-year-old me.

Supply and Demand - 2013

Summer 2013. My younger brother (11 at the time) got the chorus part, my little sister (7) finishing it off with “all that I want is just a kitten”. Lyrics, chords and melody by me, production by Viorel Burlacu. Never thought I’d release this, still kinda want to, so I compromise and speed away part of it.

Smile When You're Still Sane - 2013

Summer 2013, because “I don’t even need a beard”. The first half of the bridge is from 2009, the second is the 2013-me me repeating the first part with a slight correction. Rather personal.

Like a Trick - 2013 (parts from 2009)

Summer 2012. After recording four quite unruly songs, my producer wanted me to write something more mainstream. This was the result. Sped up x 1.50.

Mainstream Communication - 2012

Jumping Out from a Window

Essential Nuts

Halloj! Första låten jag har blivit ganska nöjd med (fast det låter som om jag sjunger på norska eller vilket annat språk som helst förutom engelska och jag misstänker att grammatiken ej var helt korrekt den heller). Jag heter Veronika och är 13 år och har precis börjat spela in ett album. Jag är en energisk kulig tjej som siktar högt mot scenen och all världens musik (kanske hörs i texten, om man lyckats tyda den :) ). Vad ska tyckas nu då?

//MVH, Verazza//

Drama Queen

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Jag förstår, bearbetar och reagerar på saker och ting genom att hitta på soundtrack till allt som händer runt och i mig. Allt ska skildras.

Vinglar syrran runt på styltor? Stapplande melodi till det, i huvudet. 
Drömde jag att det var brontosaurusinvasion i Uppsala? Höh, kaos, ran-tan-di-ta-ti-da-taa...
Tappade jag min kära iPad (det första jag gjorde när jag äntligen, kl. 04.35,  hade lyckats ta mig fram till Prag) på kullerstenar så att skärmen sprack i tusen bitar? Sorgsen sonat infinner sig i mitt sinne, varav några fragment kanske letar sig in i något av det jag lägger upp här. 

Dessa fragment förbifartsslarvar jag ner med hjälp av diverse notationsprogram på min iPad, vilket resulterar i att det dyker upp lite röriga, spretiga, osammanhängande verk av alldeles, alldeles vedervärdig ljudkvalité här, från och till.

Sadism ("Trasiga koppar för otur med sig, sa du")

Tyst von Skrik

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