This is a special DALI edition of Let The Hard Times Come by established Danish singer-songwriter Jacob Dinesen, who not only has an incredible and powerful voice, but he is also an impeccable guitarist. Let The Hard Times Come truly reveals Jacob’s roots in the rock genre with a touch of folk and American song writing.

Available as LP and CD at https://www.dali-shop.com/collections/the-dali-releases

The special edition differs from the original album with a slightly more “audiophile” mastering as well as a few changes in track titles. 

With this release, we pay tribute to the honest reproduction of music and we hope to give fans of hi-fi the best possible sound experience, with an opportunity to really get under the skin of this talented musician.

LET THE HARD TIMES COME

Jacob Dinesen - 04 - Let The Hard Times Come

You guessed it, this is a love song and also the first song I ever wrote about my first "love" at 14. It also was the first original song I performed publicly and now one of the first songs I ever recorded. 
(say 'first' one more time) 
"First."

Fun Fact: White Earth is the name of a lake in MInnesota, where this song takes place.


WHITE EARTH

This song I wrote in high school when I was about 15 years old when I was going through some major scheiBe with toxic and unhealthy friendships. I was on a competition dance team and we have this cheer when we would all circle up and clap "Little Susie Sally walk-ah-down the street. She didn't have a partner 'til she came on up to me and said 'Hey Girl, do your thing do your thing and switch..'"

So I used those moments and the cheer as a kind of sarcastic blues song, if you will. And basically I just wanted to say "F**k you" as 'cool' as I could.

SUSIE SALLY

I wrote this song two days before I recorded it. It was not suppose to be on my EP. In fact, I only took two takes and decided that I was done. Well, I certainly am thrilled it made on the EP because it seems to be everyone's favorite.

The meaning to me behind this is song when I wrote it was to be a lullaby, of sorts, to myself. Those moments or days that are so shitty you HAVE to daydream or go somewhere else before you off yourself. I choose to think of moments of pure, unadulterated happiness: looking at the love of your life on your wedding day, staring at your daughter, or going to Neverland...all things I've thought about since I was a child. 

It's about needing to see the future to prove there's something still worth fighting for.

or it could just be another melodramatic, sad song about being shit on by the world.


NEVERLAND

I never thought I'd be much of an angel when I die
I'd let my wings go waste and my halo lose it's light
Oh, I'd be a lazy angel
Wasting all my miracles on you

I never thought I'd be much of a painter in my life
I'd lose my brushes and never let the paint fully dry
Oh, I'd be a lazy painter 
painting only pictures of you

I never thought I'd be much a writer for my time
I always had poor grammar and could only make a rhyme 
Oh, I'd be a lazy writer
writing poems for my lover
and that's you.

Jacob

By Danish duo Hush. Off the album "Dark Horse".
www.hush.dk

Wilder Girl

Dark Horse

Breathe (feat. Hoodboi)

Pretty Lonely is a bedroom prayer on what it is to be alone with self acceptance. Half Wolf opens the door for you to witness her work through universal insecurities lyrically and musically alone.

Pretty Lonely

Picture this: You’re 17 years old in the passenger seat of your first boyfriend’s 2007 maroon Saturn ion. It’s summer, so you cruise with the windows down and the music up on the back dirt roads of North Dakota. He lights up his fourth cigarette in ten minutes and whines for you to smoke with him. You say, “No” because you know better and don’t like to be told what to do. He rolls the windows up and lights another. You close your eyes and hold your breath as long as you can. You glance at the clock realizing you’re 45 minutes late to family dinner. And you want a cigarette.

Cigarette Smoke

I wish I didn’t look at 
My phone every three minutes
Waiting for you 
To make your move 
I’m hoping you offer to show me around 
This city
Supposedly it’s full of angels
I’ll be okay 
If you’re just my stranger from last night 
I’ll be okay 
If we just get to dance together one time
I’ll be okay 
I’ll be okay my stranger 
Who do you think I am when I’m not 
Two shots deep and rolling my ankles
 on the concrete cracks 
you were making me laugh 
I wasn’t prepared to meet your stare 
I’ll be okay 
If I’m just your stranger from last night 
I’ll be okay 
If we just get to dance together one time 
I’ll be okay 
I’ll be okay my stranger 

You got me when you commented 
on the moon like you knew
That I would not be able to forget you
I’d never ever tell you that you made me 
call my mom 
I just needed someone to tell me I didn’t do anything wrong 
And that I’ll be okay 
If I’m just your stranger 
from last night 
I’ll be okay if I just get 
to dance with you one time 
I’ll be okay 
I'll be okay my stranger