Performed by Ulf Bjorklund

Sometimes, in small places, life becomes bigger.

SUMMER LIGHT AND THEN COMES THE NIGHT is a profound and playful masterwork from one of Iceland’s most beloved authors that explores the dreams and desires of ordinary people in a rural town.

In a village of only four hundred inhabitants, life could seem unremarkable. Yet in this remote town, a new road to the city has change on everyone’s minds.

There is the beautiful, elusive Elisabet who cuts a surprisingly svelte path at The Knitting Company. Neighbors Kristin and Kjartan who seem…normal, but for their explosive passion that bewilders even themselves (and ignites the spectacular revenge of Kjartan’s wife). And then the most successful businessman in town decides to ditch his Range Rover and glamorous wife in exchange for Latin books and stargazing.

Unexpected, warm, and humorous, Stefansson explores the dreams and desires of these everyday people, and reveals the magic of life in all of its progress, its complacency, its ugliness and, ultimately, beauty.

AN INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER AND WINNER OF THE ICELANDIC LITERATURE PRIZE

Summer Light, and Then Comes the Night: A Novel

SUMMER LIGHT, AND THEN COMES THE NIGHT by Jon Kalman Stefansson

Har inte skrivit någon egen låt på nästan tio år tror jag. Men fick lite inspiration. Spelade in den tillsammans med Anton - långt ifrån färdig, men roligt

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There Are Stars Everywhere

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, 
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, 
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, 
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, 
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: 
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, 
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, 
Which I new pay as if not paid before. 
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

Sonnet No.30 (Shakespeare)

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I know this joint

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Var vem du vill

At least once a week we pass this field, just after Grimm street filled with chickens and bunnies. Without fail we say either "bunnies!" or "chickens and bunnies!"  These tame yet mystical being HAD to make it into a song.  And now they have. 

Chickens and bunnies

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, 
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, 
Well, don't you fret, don't you fear, 
I will give you good cheer. 

Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 

If you wait then your plate I will fill. 

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day, 
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, 
You struggle on your way. 
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry, 
Lick the dust from your eye. 

Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn. 

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress, 
And the symphony sounds underground put you under duress, 
Well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel. 

Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 
Life's a long song. 

But the tune ends too soon for the song.

Life's a long song (Jethro Tull cover)

Full time audiobook narrator (Fantasy, mostly) and composer.

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