B i o g r a p h y

Featherbrain is a risky album. Both dissonant and lyrical, it is music for headphones and notebooks. Its intimate, eccentric sounds demand your intimacy and your eccentricity, but the effort is rewarded: a personal and honest sonic world opens up, in fact, so sincere Hukkelberg had to toughen up to record it. Listen carefully.

Hukkelberg's music has always been about personal sound. This has given her great artistic freedom to move effortlessly between genres, and her three previous albums are defined by utterly distinct soundscapes: debut Little Things (2005) was eccentric and adventurous, second offering Rykestrasse 68 (2007) warm and lyrical, and third album Blood From A Stone (2009) explored a huge, romantic indie rock canvas. The otherworldly take on pop, jazz and art rock has given Hukkelberg a wide audience internationally, and in 2010 she toured with Wilco. This was also the year she travelled to New York to write new material. The result is Featherbrain, combining the noisy guitars and heavy rhythms of Blood From A Stone with a more stripped-down, lyrical lightness. She explains: ”This album feels like the missing link, the record that concludes my first years as a solo artist...Featherbrain is its own beast, but it still has aspects of the other three in it.”

Several songs on Featherbrain sound like old home recordings. Every song has its own place, as if you're wandering from room to room in Hukkelberg's world – her kitchen and church in The Time And I And What We Make, a New York apartment in The Bigger Me. I Sing You, with a gothic harpsichord, multiple string instruments and mystical vocal, evokes a dark, old wooden house she has lived in. Accompanying her are a small family of musicians – producer/multi-instrumentalist Kåre Vestrheim (Motorspycho, Jaga Jazzist, Marit Larsen, Shining, Katzenjammer, Superfamily), guitarist Ivar Grydeland (Huntsville, Dans Les Arbres), vocalist Mai Elise Solberg (Ontz, VOM) – as well as Sigurd Hukkelberg, Hanne's father, playing the church organ in her home town of Kongsberg.

The feeling of home recordings doesn't make the album cosy – but it makes the music sound intimate, moving and imperfect – guitar notes distort, a piano moves in and out of tune. It sounds lived, not just dreamed. And this gives life to a new and more personal Hukkelberg – her voice is equally imperfect. She wobbles, improvises and confesses. First single My Devils opens with a few simple piano chords, before her voice breaks it all down with a snarl: ”HAH!” The track continues, shifting between a free-flowing, staggering verse and a melodic feast of a chorus, before accelerating into a flamboyant, razor-sharp vocal arrangement. "they tear apart and reconstruct my personal, inner pictures" sings Hukkelberg, her voice layered in intensely beautiful dissonant takes, bringing to mind an experimental, aggressive chorus of Elizabeth Fraser.

Closing track Erik, sung in Norwegian, is a duet with Erik Vister, an 88-year old classically trained singer. The lyrics, sung to a detuned piano, deal with asceticism – owning little, appreciating the little things, being humble. This is an important theme on the album – being a good person, the human quality. Vister's ancient, beautiful voice against Hukkelberg's brings out the most beautiful quality there is: the imperfect, honest existence. This is Featherbrain's biggest achievement – creating a kind of antique pop music, at the same time brittle and soft, powerful and fragile, but most of all overwhelmingly human.




Little Things
- 2005-06-14 -



Hoist Anchor (Instrumental)
Searching
Little Girl
Cast Anchor
Do Not as I Do
Balloon
Displaced
Ease
Conversion
True Love
Kæft
Words & A Piece of Paper
Boble


Rykestrasse 68
- 2006-09-05 -



Berlin
Cheater's Armoury
The Pirate
Fourteen
The Northwind
Obelix
Break My Body
Ticking Bomb
Pynt


Blood From A Stone
- 2009-05-12 -



Midnight Sun Dream
Blood from a Stone
Bandy Riddles
No Mascara Tears
Seventeen
Salt of the Earth
No One But Yourself
In Here/Out There
Crack
Bygd Til By

Featherbrain
- 2012-02-24 -



Featherbrain
Noah
I Sing You
The Bigger Me
My Devils
Too Good to Be Good
SMS
The Time and I and What We Make
You Gonna
Erik

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Lucy
The successor after the professor


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Little Things

*** Thanx a lot to Marcellus & Gry for these lyrics ***

Searching

I was a lovely hunter
With just fingers and a palm
I'd hunt a dust through a gentle breeze
And grab it between the point and thumb
I raised a dust, started the search
The more I tried the harder it became
But when I sat down, it fell into my hand

I was a lonely hunter
Bow and arrow on my back
I couldn't see, had to count on my heart
Then i knew i would find the one
I tried the best i could
But got lost in the woods
Searched all night, but couldn´t see
But now that I can see
My man will come to me

Little girl

Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees
They've been waiting for you and your
Springscream in green
You've come to make them see
And to set them free
And then run into spring

Run, little girl, and bring your spade
Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls
You'll see that far underneath
There's a soul you can take
With you into the spring

Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired
White and burying snow slowly, slowly
Laid the woods to sleep
Everything is lying still
Until somebody wakes them

Listen, little girl, the sun will tell you that
All the rays will come visit you now
The sun will spread its light and
Bring you all into the spring

Cast Anchor

Once i had this urge to go sailing
Leaving the shore in a boat of wood.
Sailing, sailing on, all alone

I will cast anchor a place where it's calm
And stay for a while
Sit back and wonder how things are down under and smile

Not the urge to go somewhere else
Not the urge to blow away
Not the urge to travel far
But the urge for standstill

I can imagine the fine weather
Sunrays' playing between kind waves
A jumping fish says hello and the birds are singing

Do not as i do

She was haunted by the dead but friendly ghosts.
As her helpers they stayed as her hosts.
And the reason why she kept them was her fear for herself.
Yes, she was dangerous, she might

Drink some wine, sing all night, mess up the yard,
Steal a man, rape his love, then throw it away
And she became what she tried to avoid, she said

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do.
See the way i play, kid, not do as i do.
Do do dodo do do dodo do do not as i do
Or you'll feel blue.

That which no one knew was that her own love was gone,
Stolen from her dead man long ago.
Their son was treated bad 'cause of her ego and selfish thoughts.
She cared less 'bout him than 'bout her own.

He was soft, now he's hard,
Seemingly strong.
All he gets is empty looks,
No confirmation.
All he was taught was throught her and (to) keep quiet, see

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do....

It was like a crime she can't undo.
Now nothing can be done and
It runs in his blood, too


It's not possible to teach a kid by preaching
When you do the opposite.

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do...

Balloon

He still held my hand in his thread
His head filled with helium
Pulled me up so i couldn't walk
But look at things from a different angle

To hang on to my balloon
And to be shown a glimpse of the truth
Made my cheek flush and my mouth smile
My chest's like a cage full of butterflies
It tickled and i laught ”such a rare, rare joy”

Suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said
“I have to move further on, i'll keep on flying
Keep on showing the truth from my point of view”

I fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue
And i lost the sight, lost the moment and my view
The only truth that I knew, moments swiftly disappear

Displaced

As your heart i'll be with you
But in pain 'cause this things
I'm with you but not in you
In the place i should be

As your heart i beat for you
But you woun't beat with me
I'm ashamed of you
'Cause you've put me in your mind
Oh, what a shame

As your heart i'm a prisoner
Trapped behind bars of your mind
I'm not guilty, so it's a pity
That you won't let me through

Ease

I'm gonna ease my pain
I'll freeze my brain
I'm a whistling man with some
Whistling booze
I please her cheak, then let her loose

'Cause when i'm with a girl
I know what i deserve
I take the main bite
But i always leave them in the morninglight

I'm gonna wake up each morning
And stay cool
I'm a smiling man with a smiling lie
I please my sin, or i'll die!

When i'm with my friends
It can be pretty tense
'Cause what i do and what i say
Is not exactly the same.
But i don't care

And for God's sake, i need the time
To restrain the lie
Ease my pain
And freeze my brain

'Cause when i'm with a girl
I know what i deserve
I take the main bite
But i always leave them
And when i'm with my friends
It can be pretty tense
Because of what i do and what i say
I always leave them
But when i'm all alone
My tiny heart of foam
Dries a little...

Conversion

The sea is like a neverending tune
And it comforts with its wave so pure
Comes in every corner of my body
And smiles and warmes
And it peels me with the sand
I wish i could convert to waves
And become the sea
Then i could clean you, clean you

Moments are scratching on my knee
I fight with the thoughts of fear
Fear for the loneliness i know
I'm alone as the sea
'Cause the pain you do in me
I wish i could convert to you
And you to the sea
“Clean me, clean me!”

True love

Wandering eyes stare at me
The look is weird
But fixed at me
I'm on it
Tell me it is true love!

Falling into a dream of harmony
Can't get clean and tidy now
Tell me it is true love!

Brush the hair aside
Faces are visible
It growes a flower in
Tell me it is true love!

Music plays for me
I've never heard it this way before
Strange...
Tell me it is true love!

I have fallen in love
Mirror showes a beautiful tree
Beautiful me
Tell me it is true love!

Kæft

I admit
I wonder
I sometimes
Wonder where you are

Takk!
Hold kkkkkkæft mann!

Words and a piece of paper

How do i put words about love on a piece of paper
Will a beloved let a cliché thrill him
Then should i dare present my love

La la la la la la la la...

But on writing this
I find it impossible that my beloved will misunderstand

La la la la la la la la...

Boble

Boble av bomull
Spinner rundt
Med meg
Inni seg
Gjennomsiktig

Sansene svimles
Synet sløres
Bobletid

Hver detalj
Blir større her
Som snekrystallens
Mange tær og
Sirkelens mange
Hjørnetenner

Rykestrasse 68

Berlin

Picking dry
And crispy paint flakes
Off a large, white
Bracket-wall
While I stare
Out of my window
Stare at my neighbours balcony

Old bullet holes.
Behind wild botany.

On the outside
Of the penny marked
Punks are selling
Black and white fanzines
She buys one walks on by
To another
Black and white
The women meet
Black and white
The women kiss

Doodelei…

Shy, polite
You show me yourself.
Forgetting regretting
But conscientiously humble
You, you tell about your past
And with open arms
You listen to mine

Ooh dei doodelei….

A Cheater's Armoury

All above board
And we see nothing
Clean and empty hands
But still there's something lurking
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry

You gamester
You tell us
Our fortunes by your cards
And you're rubbing yourself deep
Into our wounds.

You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch
And the longer it takes for us
To heal

You promise ten birds
But in the bush
Each and every sunday
Sell your “letters of indulgence”
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny,
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry

You gamester
You tell us
Our fortunes by your cards
And you're rubbing yourself deep
Into our wounds.

You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch
And the longer it takes for us
To heal

A cheater's armoury
A cheater's armoury
Cheater's armoury

You gamester
You tell us
Our fortunes by your cards
And you're rubbing yourself deep
Into our wounds.

You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch
And the longer it takes for us
To heal
You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch
And the longer it takes for us
To heal

All you've got is shifty eyes
A black dress, a false name

The Pirate

He woke up
Six o'clock AM
In his boat
Drifting far out nowhere
Nothing matters now
He thought he had decided
To do it properly

Some friends
Helped him out
The brown liquor
Some white, little ones

A dive into
Infinity, eternity
God's haven
A dive into water
The rocks pull him down

The fight he fought inside
Had gone on far too long now
At least long enough
I want to do myself and mine
A last and final favour
He tightened his backpack
I'm ready to dive
Start a second life

A dive into
Infinity, eternity
God's haven
A dive into water
The rocks pull
His body down
But brings his soul
Even higher
Even higher

A dive into
Infinity, eternity
God's haven
A dive into water
The rocks pull him down

A dive into
Infinity, eternity
God's haven
A dive into water
The rocks pull
His body down
But brings his soul
Even higher
Even higher
Even higher

Fourteen

Heart in mouth
Awkward rare
Wet behind the ear
Inside out
Outside's gone
You're two parts in one
It might be strenuous
Snakes cast their skin
Slowly

One is old
One is new
Both of them are you
One's a bore,
The other's cool
Sometimes you're a fool
It might be strenuous
Snakes cast their skin
Slowly

When I put them
Beside each other
I see several persons.
When you put them
Upon each other
You'll find yourself
You'll become one
One, one

One is good
One is bad
This only makes you sad
Outside stinks
Dries and shrinks
What's underneath is pink
Your mother say short and curt
Bursting buds do hurt
It would be strenuous
Snakes cast their skin
Slowly

The North Wind

The north wind
And the sun
Made a bet about getting
The coat off a man
The wind from the north
Lost the bet

The cold north wind blows
Blows forcefully
Too strong

We struggle
Through your contrary wind
Your high jinks
Makes us strive even more
With our coats
As your sail
You try to blow us away

The cold north wind knows
He blows forcefully
The more the wind blows
The more tightened we'll be

Isn't it nice
With some warmth
We only reveal ourselves
And change ourselves
When we're sheltered

The cold north wind knows
He blows forcefully
The more the wind blows
The more tightened we'll be

The cold north wind knows
He blows forcefully
The more the wind blows
The more tightened we'll be

North wind, north wind
Come when the days are doze
North wind, north wind
Come when the coat's on fire
North wind, north wind
Come when the sun chokes us

Obelix

Light feet
Runs towards me
His eyes
Dark green

A good heart
Wise and knowing soul
Olden soul
Dinosaur
Sincere
Open
Playful
Aware

Obelix
Gives me what I need
Not what
I want
That is a deed

Obelix's castle
Is far away.
The woods, his krypton
The woods, a crib
The woods, his home
At home

He wouldn't divulge
His pride supreme
He hides
His tongue
His words
His song

Break My Body

( The Pixies Cover / Live on limited 2-track single Do Not as I Do/Break My Body )

I'm a horny loser
You'll find me crashing
Through my mother's door
And I'm the ugly lover
They find us rolling on a dirty floor

I'm a horny loser
You'll find me crashing
Through my mother's door
And I'm the ugly lover
They'll find us rolling on a dirty floor

Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones
Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones

I'm a belly dancer
I'll shake forever
Say that I'll never care
And I'm a building jumper
Roof to roof
You see me flying in the air

Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones
Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones

Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones
Break my body
Hold my bones, hold my bones…

Somebody got hurt
Somebody get hurt
Somebody got her

Ticking Bomb

On me
There's a button
They've ticket the goods
They've labeled the luggage
They sent me here
To a sterile
White waiting room
Not only I know
I contain a ticking bomb

They say
The word
They know
The word is the code
He oughta handle it
Oh, I explode
Into pieces
Do I care
My dismal lifework

Who am I
What have I done
I've lost my self again
I've punished the good
The innocent, my beloved
My liberator, my saviour

I know the situation
I realize my deeds
Blowing off the bomb
Was lengthening
Way out of hell
Now who am I
Deserving mercy now
Done is done
Perhaps I need
Another bomb

Pynt

Overflatens list
Blunker
Lokker så til seg dåren
Og salter sår
Men elskes
Høyt, over alt

Vi bygger i høyden
En fasade
Ingen må se bak
Helst ikke engang du
Der bærebjelken er
Spikret utenpå

Tresko og grus

Det blinker
Foran nesen
Gripe tak
Gjemme seg bak
Heller mystisk
Enn lystig
Å gjemme dyret
Fremmer uhyret
Utenpå

 

Blood from a stone

Midnight sun dream

You and me and everyone
Walking in the midnight sun
We are bare
We don't need to dress in clothes
No attempts on sowing oats
We are rare
Strangers take care
Don't need to be aware
There is no despair

When we meet, we politely say
“How are you”, and do not stay
Strangers outdoors
When I pass, I don't look back
You don't whistle a warning of attack
We're matures
Not saboteurs
I am not yours
There're no gender wars

I'm no temptress
You can't resist
There's no message
We're simply bare strangers
Under the midnight sun

Blood from a stone

I am calm
Mild and meek
I often do
Avoid to speak
But my mouth says
The words she likes
I play the game
She decides

“Never ask
At all time keep it disguised
Let no-one know”
Tell me, who gave you these rules
You never made no promise, boy

Inside I'm not
The way she thinks
She doesn't know
About my salty drinks
But I won't tell
It just never fits
I'd rather swell
Than ask for it

Far underneath
My belly screams
But a mouth curb
Allays, it seems
The circumstances'
Dictatorship
I cannot change
Guess I deserve the whip

Bandy riddles

I am drawing a sheet
Full of dots and lines
That's you
And you are drawing a star
Scissor out, it shines
That's me

I wish I knew each one of you
Knew all your bandy riddles
And you, mine
Knew mine

Through my star shaped shades
I see some people stare at me
And through my heart shaped heart
I sense someone's repair

If I were a song
Then I'd be yours
And I'd cure your
Woe

If I were a song,
Then I'd be yours
And I'd cure your
Woe, woe, woe

Different shapes and colors
You're helping me unwind
You are one of a kind
And you lighten up my mind
But it's so many of you
Sometimes I just resign

If I were a song
Then I'd be yours
And I'd cure your
Woe

We'll sing each other's songs
That's where our love belongs

No mascara tears

A weak hand reaches out now
Fear is in her eyes
Whispers a curly prayer
No mascara tears

Is she a performer
Is her pain real
Our insufficiency
Feeds apathy
“She even lost her heart”, we say
Keep our own away

The more she needs
The less I give
If she's in vain
I leave her
The harder she tries
The worse I see her
All that is weak
I leave behind

Seventeen

He's seventeen
He's like a machine
He's of steel
He's a cog in the wheel
A spine so steep
He'd never weep
But you could buy him pretty cheap

Didn't fit in school
A stupid rule
Made him a fool
But bragging bold
What he's been told
That's his gold

A perfect master's tool
Dignity is astray
If you can pay
He would even gladly
Go the easy way out,
Line of least resistance
He's the king of cash
He's a gold digger soldier

Unknowingness
Are hurting less
Won't be a mess
Affordability and
Getting things for free
Is of importance
To be fed on champagne and
Get it directly in the vein

He's a puppet in a show
Just an undertow
But he doesn't know...

Salt of the earth

As you march
Put your feet down along the path
As you sharply slide
Cut what darkens your designed, firm sight

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over, silence and forget

As you're getting close
Tear along, rushing madly off reaching your goals
As you dust up the sand
Eager to see rewards in glitter and gold

I am the sand under your feet that softens your steps
And I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence, omit
I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps
And i am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch
Gloss over and silence and forget

As you cut in suspense
Wanting space to grow
It's on my expense
But you don't look below

No one but yourself

It's not a man
Nor a woman
There's no one in the sky
Counting our sins
Forgiving our misdeeds
No one denouncing
Or immortalizing

There's no right or wrong
It all lacks a motive.
State of affairs
A sheer force of will
Is our navigator
We run our own risks
No parachutes
No shelter

We're behind the wheel
We decide ourselves which way to pull
What our faith contains and
How to relate to our crossroads

No god may be aching
But grief alone may gather
One life may be a painful truth
But life alone may relieve

In here/out there

I'm closing my eyes
Pleasure, delights
In here it all's quite bright
Nothing's in the way
Conscience is astray
And to keep it comfortable I can close my eyes

I know that there's trouble going on
That out there're wars and battles from dusk till dawn
Knees on the floors, hands back bounded
But to keep it comfortable I close my eyes

Now I can see the concrete's begging
Can't help making my shoes trampling
Something odd inside's about to arise
To keep it comfortable i close my eyes

Crack

We know a hanging drop of water's fate
Is to crack meeting the ground
Like an egg in a bird's nest
It will crack
Some things won't hold back
It must crack

Shaking a soda- it overflows
That's just the way it goes
Like a full barrage on a rainy day
It overflows
Some things won't shut
It must crack

Put fear inside a dense box
It will grow. Later explode
Shame, anger, guilt put behind bars
They will grow
Later they crack

Some things won't
Vanish behind closed doors
Like a virus, they form and grow
You can't stop it, you're gonna burst
You're gonna crack
It must crack

Bygd til by

Med svai rygg
Og skjev nakke
Bøyer de seg for meg
Noen så vidt
Andre til bakken
Smiler et svakt

Ærbødig farvel

I gull og rødt
Har de kledd seg
Med øm røst
Hvisker de til meg
Det kiler i øret
Hemmelighetene

Ydmykt farvel

Bygd til by
Over sky
Tok jeg følge med en ravn
Bygd til by
Over sky
Ei det samme
Annet navn

Langt bak et telt, et bål
Og dype hav
Kjennes lukten av betong
Tunge, gråsvarte, uvillige
Byr seg frem
Med liksom sang

Tungsindig
Vemodig
Farvel

Featherbrain

Featherbrain

And inside there's old habits
New dreams, whole thoughts, broken promises
There's all I am, my twisted soul
There's all I've got, my silver and gold
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
But I'm washing myself all away
Thd slovenly untidiness
My featherbrain

And you tell me
To dry myself up, to fit in, to
To get rid of my wilderness

But I'm washing myself all away
Thd slovenly untidiness
My featherbrain
Every rambling pin
All unruly and twisted
Even rare, wild treasures
My silver, gold

Now am I square enough
Or am I still too
Much of me

Noah

We're all sinking down below
Everything
The showering rain drowns all we've known
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Eyes and ears
And swollen hands
Slowly swirls
No more demands

Noah, we're coming after all
Noah, we've changed our minds
Noah

A plastic chair
And a blinking game
We've all got
A common grave

Noah, we're coming after all
Noah, we've changed our minds
Noah, Noah, Noah, Noah...

Noah, we've changed our minds
Noah
Noah, we're coming after all

I Sing You

The moonbeam stabbed my pitch-black dark
And lightenedup my heart core
She bleched my nightmares
And she wrote your name on my wall
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Oh I sing the name
I sing the name that's
Sweeten written on my wall

Oh I sing the name
I sing the name that's
Sweeten written on my wall

I sing you, I sing you
I sing you, I sing you
I sing you, I sing you
I sing you, I sing you

Oh I sing the name
I sing the name that's
Sweeten written on my wall

Oh I sing the name
I sing the name that's
Sweeten written on my wall

I sing you
I love you

The Bigger Me

I know you are there
Just don't know you yet
And I'm gonna shape you
It's gonna take me some
And I'm the maker
You're the taker
Just like me and mine

One needs some room
And lots of love in the room
To be someone
And to be taken from

From now on I am all yours
It's a one way road
I'll be the bigger me
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
But one day
When we tear apart
I must not forget
That I'm still all yours
All yours

It's the circle of what goes around
Comes around, goes around
Goes around

My Devils

And when they enter I'm asleep
But they grow 'cause I let them
Letting in thoughts
Are letting my devils grow

Oh my devils owning me
Or am I owning my devils
Oh my devils are my own
Oh my devils are me

Prayers I never prayed
They answer and I let them
It's a war and I'm the one who's
Licking their wounds
Keeping them alive
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Oh my devils owning me
Or am I owning my devils
Oh my devils are my own
Oh my devils are me

Oh my devils owning me
Or am I owning my devils
Oh my devils are my own
Oh my devils are me

They tear apart and reconstruct
my personal, inner pictures

The thoughts that I think
The sights that I see
The things that I do
Turns into something
That I fear

Fear that are mine
Choices that are mine
And illusions that are mine
The devils are mine

Oh my devils owning me
Or am I owning my devils
Oh my devils are my own
Oh my devils are me

Oh my devils owning me
Or am I owning my devils
Oh my devils are my own
Oh my devils are me

Too Good to Be Good

I've got a good eye
I'm the one finding rare, yellow stones
Lying hidden far underneath
The other grey ones

Do you want my eyes
I'd rather be without
I'd rather not know, not see
What I see, it frightens me
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I've got a good eye
I can see sharply the smallest things
Read the smallest and blurriest
Letters between two micro lines

I've got a good eye
I can easily spot and point out
Which one of you is a sinner
Your struggles and your doubts

Do you want my eyes
I'd rather be without
I'd rather not know, not see
What I see, it frightens me

My telescopic sight
Wish it was a merit
Everything's a heavy fight
Wish it was much clearer
Much clearer
Much clearer

My telescopic sight
Wish it was a merit
Everything's a heavy fight
Wish it was much clearer
Much clearer
Much clearer

Sms

Sms is more important
Sms is more important
Sms is more important than me

More important
More important

Sms is more important
Sms is more important
Sms is more important than me
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
More important
More important

Sms is more important
Sms is more important
Sms is more important than me

The Time and I and What We Make

Let time in
Let time flow
Then let it go, go, go
Then you'll have a brand new one
A brand new one
Brand new one

Funny how a single moment
Can seem so empty flat
Shallow, sparse
Unmagical and unsweet

A there and then
May be a hidden treasure
The now might grow and transform
Into another now

Let time in
Let time flow
Then let it go, go, go
Then you'll have a brand new one
A brand new one
Brand new one
Brand new one
A brand new one

The time and I
And the memories that we make
Now looking back I see gaps
Embellished by time
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Let time in
Let time flow
Let time in
Let time flow
Then let it go, go, go
Then you'll have a brand new one
Then you'll have a brand new one
Then you'll have a brand new one
Brand new one
Brand new one
A brand new one
Brand new one
Brand new one

You Gonna

You gonna move your feet march the march
Walk the walk
You gonna brain your brains
And then talk the talk

You gonna make your way and blow
Hot and cold
You gonna occupy your arms
And then unfold

There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your own pace

You gonna braid your lock stock and barrel
And not shovel
You gonna put your demands on a shelf
You can handle
But never get too cushy or get-at-able
You gonna bask
But don't rest your feet too much on the table
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your pace
Finding your place
But don't get too comfortable

You gonna blossom, do well
But we've got flowers on the ground
You gonna be a worker but don't become a hound
Use your heart on others, on yourself use your head
You gonna take your time, take your place
Take your liberties instead

There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your place
In the race
Choose your pace
And what to chase
Or embrace
Find your pace
And what to chase
Or embrace
Finding your case
Then finding your liberties instead

Erik

Litt vann, litt brød
En pinnestol
Og på min ene knagg en frakk
Er hva jeg har hos meg

Jeg har det godt
I dag jeg har fatt
Små, kalde, våte snøkrystaller
Som kysser meg så bløtt

Tusen ting
Kan ei byttes ut med det enkle
Hvorfor skal jeg ønske meg mer

Jeg er mett nok
Jeg er varm nok
Jeg er glad nok
Det bugner av mer enn nok
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Tusen ting
Kan ei byttes ut med det enkle
Hvorfor skal jeg ønske meg
Mer enn nok
Jeg eier min tid
Jeg eier min fantasi

Non Albums Tracks

Lucy

( The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian )

Suddenly it all seems like a blurry dream
But I was there, wide awake
I lived it all

Call, call back to me
I'm longing for you
In dreams to be true
Where the fields bloom bright
Mountains glow
I see him

We were there
We were kings and queens
Close to you
Wide awake
I know where I belong
But memories are strong

Call, call back to me
I'm longing for you
In dreams to be true
Where the fields bloom bright
Mountains glow
I see him

Where the fields bloom bright
Mountains glow
I see him

I'll be back
When I hear his voice
Hear him call

The successor after the professor

Hundred and fifty years old
A mind colored in gold
He barely believes he's alive
Knuckles and blod's getting dry

Can't go to sleep at night
He has to complete his fight
But everything draws towards an end
He cannot anylonger pretend

But his work and ideas still live
There's so much more to give
There must be a way this can be solved
A sollution both simple and bold

As clear as lightning from the sky
As obvious as day and night
The idea was that teh professor, of course
Needed a successor

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