I waste my time in public
’cause I want someone to see
point his hand in one direction
and show me where to go
See I’m proudly independent
and I’m hardly ever needy
but there are days where I’m a loss
and my confidence is low
Now I hang out a venue
where hopeless artists sing
And here I learn the virtue
of keeping stuff within
At sunrise I start making coffee
There’s always enough for two
My cabin is solid and cosy
I built it while thinking of you
I bring out my axe from my toolshed
and I spend the day chopping wood
My husky keeps watch ’till the sun’s red
I’m sure that he’d help if he could
I’m gonna build me a nice wooden cabin
with a big fireplace and a view
On the deck there’s a chair that I’ll sit in
and the chair next to mine is for you
At the end of the day I make dinner
Instead of one plate, I make two
The dog bows his head like a sinner
He knows that his feast was for you
I watch the sun set with the husky
I play him a short quiet song
My cabin is simple and dusty
but I hope that you’ll feel you belong
I’m gonna build me a nice wooden cabin
with a big fireplace and a view
On the deck there’s a chair that I’ll sit in
and the chair next to mine is for you
She did! She did!
She looked back at me!
She looked back when she walked away!
Will she? Will she?
Will she come back to me
and bring her stuff and stay?
‘Cause little remains of my cunning plan
the plan to make the girl mine
I’ve straightened the road that leads to my door
It’s flooded with lights and with signs
And I would give this girl all that I own
but she must walk the road alone
She did! She did!
She came back to me!
With nothing in her hands?
She said - she said
that she wasn’t free
Which I’ll never understand…
‘Cause little remains of my cunning plan!?
The plan to make the girl mine!
I’ve straightened the road that leads to mine door
it’s flooded with lights and with signs!!
And I would give this girl all that I own
if she would walk the road alone
Yeah, she has molded at heart from a stone
but she must walk the road alone…
With good intentions I give her
a handful of flowers in bloom
She thanks me, and I see them wither
and I smile - smile and make ready for doom
The cherries I gave her are bitter
The puppy will find its death soon
The poor girl won’t know what hit her
and I smile - smile and make ready for doom
There’s beauty in self destruction
There’s pleasure in tearing things down
Admitting I can’t fight corruption
Accepting that one day I’ll drown
The bricks I have layn this morning
will shatter before we reach noon
The young girls are widows in mourning
and I smile - smile and make ready for doom
The lives that we lead are pointless
but most are immune to gloom
and they are the ones who are mindless
and they smile - smile and make ready for doom
There’s beauty in self destruction
There’s pleasure in tearing things down
Admitting I can’t fight corruption
Accepting that one day we’ll drown
I wrote a song for a girl I once knew
I have known more than one
I put my words where I once were
Will she know they are of her?
I took my clothes, took the stairs, took the road
I felt my senses return
I knew that I still had miles left to walk
Bridges to cross and to burn
And though I have to leave you here
there’s nothing wrong with you, my dear
I need to find the things I fear
I need to leave and disappear
I will leave you tears to cry
but my eyes will stay clear and dry
There will be no “you and I”
’cause I just love the word goodbye
I, there’s so much I don’t know
I, I’m not yes - I am no
I, I’ve got to go
I, ’cause my heart says so
I met a girl on the road I took
When will I ever learn?
I let her claim what she thought would be hers
I felt the numbness return
I lie awake while she sleeps by my side
Oh, how I suffer and yearn
I need to move, need my clothes, need the road
Set it ablaze and let it burn
And though I have to leave you here
there’s nothing wrong with you, my dear
I need to find the things I fear
I need to leave and disappear
I will leave you tears to cry
but my eyes will stay clear and dry
There will be no “you and I”
’cause I just love the word goodbye
I, there’s so much I don’t know
I, I’m not yes - I am no
I, I’ve got to go
I, ’cause my heart says so
First time that I looked
I was bought and sold and hooked
I was laying out a scheme to make you want me
First time you saw me
you were beautiful and free
you were confident and wise and independent
And baby
you keep saying maybe
but I still know that you will we
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
on top of me
tonight
Second time I looked
I was boiled and peeled and cooked
but I did not show the signs of my weakness
It all worked perfectly
suddenly you were not free
and your eyes belonged to me, oh so hungry
And baby
you keep saying maybe
but I still know that you will be
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
to sit on me
tonight
Third time that I looked
I was sold out, fully booked
I was terrified to see that you were taken
He was on the top
until all came to a stop
when I stole your soul away and left him shaken
‘Cause maybe
you are someone’s baby
but I still know that you will be
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
to cheat with me
tonight
Maybe she’s ambitious
She wants to be my muse
Maybe it’s her mission
to dazzle and confuse
Is she really conscious?
There’s havoc in her trail
Is she without conscience
with hidden horns and tail?
She might be the one
She treats me wrong
She might be the one
and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
so I’ll hide what I feel in this song
Maybe I should spell it
how much she means to me
Sing it, say it, yell it
or should I just let be?
Can she take the pressure
or will she run away?
Will she find the treasure
in all the words I say?
She might be the one
She treats me wrong
She might be the one
and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
so I’ll hide what I feel in this song
She’s sitting in the window of her cosy two-room flat
The light is turned down way low, she looks just like a cat
She’s working on a poem, I’m playing my guitar
I cannot wait to show them the couple that we are
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
I try to play my cards right, not pushy, not too weak
We laugh and cuddle all night - I wish we had all week
She wakes me up at daybreak, she wants my company
And soon she’ll make my heart ache - taste the irony
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
Standing on her sidewalk, I’m trying to get in
“Can’t we just at least talk?” - past tense can begin
So I picked up a pebble - was that the way to go?
Though no one likes a rebel, my heart said “Throw man, throw!”
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
She’s lying in her covers - there no place I’d rather be
I wish that we were lovers - I wish she wanted me
I’m leaving the picture you have of me
I’m stepping out of that frame
I won’t be where I used to be
I’ll go by my own true name
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
If I were you, I’d forget who I was
and get to know me again
Come visit me in the land where I’m boss
where I write the verse and refrain
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
Twenty and five is different that twenty
I thought I lived life, I thought I knew plenty
I hope that you’ll bite come with me tonight
and hear what I have to say
Cause try as they might, to turn off my light
I know that I’m here to stay
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
Twenty and five is different that twenty
I thought I lived life, I thought I knew plenty
Compared to then I don’t fit a description
Don’t know where I’ll end, but I know the direction
I was just in the studio recording strings and horns for I Left It at Your Place and Yellow Sign. Just caught at couple of quick videos of the talented musician who helped me out (yeah, I don’t play strings and horns that well, yet).
It might not make that much musical sense right now - because you only hear the string and horn parts - but it’ll all make sense in due time. Trust me!
It’s been sneaking it’s way back into my life. It’s been in here for a while, but it hasn’t really shown itself untill now. It’s not a thing, but a feeling - not a feeling, but a state.
I’m in a leaving state of mind.
Maybe you can tell how far into this state I am, by the length of my beard. The longer the beard - the more hopeless I am. Deep, deep within my traveling plans - my schemes for raking in enough cash to buy an old beaten up motorcycle - my drawings on a map of my route through the African desert…
A friend of mine just watched “Into the Wild”. I did too - before I left last time. Inspirational and kinda scary at the same time. She, my friend, said that the main character reminded her of someone she knew. Who might that be?
I just did a show at Galaksen, Værløse - and I really enjoyed myself. What a great audience and venue! Thank you so much for having us and for paying attention.
Tomorrow I’ll play at Annexet in my hometown Elsinore - looking forward to it!
I have begun writing letters. This is not a new thing in it self - but the twist is that I do not send them. I write them - but I keep them to myself.
Is this weird? Do many people do this?
Have you ever written a letter that you did not send? Yeah, probably. But have you ever written one, with the intent of not sending it?
It’s kind of like writing a journal or a diary - but it is addressed to a specific person… Maybe I’ll send them as a big package someday. “Here you go - a hundred letters for you, that you were never meant to read…”
