The chickens

One week old today.

føkk it

Here is a demo for you:


 

I quite like this song, so I thought it would be sad if you didn't get to hear it, even if it is (as you can clearly hear) not at all finished.

One of our hens got 5 chickens.
I walk past bulls that sometimes look like lions on the way to the ferry.
I started to learn japanese.
There, you are now updated.

Uncritical Sunday

Got another one for ya! Made + recorded + definitively not mixed this evening.

To the mailbox! by sodafountainrag



To the mailbox!

See this fog, there's no sky
Bless them, I'll stay inside!
Call no one, ask no one
Strenght to be all alone

And then go outside the house
once a day
check the mail, oh
And then go outside the house
feel the wind
stroke your chin, oh

Did you choose? Did you hide?
Was it fun to stay inside?

Miss the morning dew
The rain, me and you
Just the mail, oh
Miss to say hello
to smile, choose to go
tell them no, oh

Aaaaaah

Miss the morning dew
The rain, me and you
Just the mail, oh
Miss to say hello
to smile, choose to stay
be ok, oh



Writing the lyrics in .txt these days - no spelling check there.

Uncritical Saturday

I'm currently residing in the beautiful island of Osterøy, but home in Bergen for the weekend, so I just made a song. Here it is, completely unmixed, as I have forgotten the little I knew about mixing songs.

And then what by sodafountainrag



And then what?

Touch me
then wake me up slowly
and psychologically save me
from today
Touch me
then stroke my hand gently
make sure I get home safely
but never stay

"And then what?" I say
I said it now!
"And then nothing" you reply

Untie me
Untangle me gently
then close the door forever
throw the key
Hold me
then lift me and move me
take care of me forever
throw the key

"And then what?" I say
I said it now!
"And then nothing" you reply

Forget the past
build a castle made of straw
then wait a while
let it fall down
Forget the straw
build a castle made of wood
then wait a while
let it fall down
Forget your home
go get out befriend a Fox
then you'll take over together
Forget your home
build your castle with your Fox
then live there happy forever

In a while I'll wait
I'll say it then
"Now there's something" you'll reply

Buy, borrow, read

I've been thinking. If I were ever held at gunpoint and asked who my favourite writer was (don't know how often this happens), I would probably answer Tarjei Vesaas. I was never forced to read his books in school, so I've been saved from hearing ridiculus interpretations of his works by more or less qualified teachers, this is surely a blessing. Some of his books are translated, I don't know how this interferes with his incredible flow, but you might want to check it out. Yes you do. Trust me. Here are some titles.

Flate steiner er til å sitja på.

old times

Found this really old collection of negatives in a drawer. Turned out it was pictures from an old story in the local newspaper with 11 years old Soda and musician friends Ingvild and Rita.

THE NEW SONG: Pray for the first time

Soda Fountain Rag - Pray for the first time by sodafountainrag

Rest in your arms tonight

The wind is cold and I forgot how to fight

Close the door then throw the key

I got food to keep me going in eternity

Stay inside

Stare out of the window

Run and hide from the cold eyes

Whisper low

No-one will come

Then you pray for the first time in years

Get lost, go on, be gone!

The thoughts you fear

The silence alone

Stretch your arms and legs out now

This was how they would be saved

A thousand years ago

Stay inside

Stare out of the window

Run and hide from the cold eyes

Whisper low

No-one will come

Then you pray for the first time

This is a song related to an old Nordic myth: From the night before the 13. of December and all through the Christmas holiday one had to be careful not to run into Åsgårdsreien (the Wild Hunt). This was a travelling group of witches and bad spirits, led by Guro Rysserova and Lussi. You were in big trouble if everything wasn’t ready for Christmas. If you were outside when Åsgårdsreien came, they would take your soul for a ride, and you would never be yourself again. A way to be saved was to lie down, and stretch your arms and legs out to shape a cross with your body.

Lussi and the saint Lucia has actually been mixed together to create the Nordic Lucia-celebration on the 13 (en artikkel på norsk). 

Here is the old photo of the kindergarden Lucia from 1987

Is it too sad if I say that this is one of the very great moments in my life?

Welhaven had some words to say about Åsgårdsreien also (maybe there's a translation somewhere out there?)

Lydt gjennem Luften i Natten farer

et Tog paa skummende sorte Heste.

I Stormgang drage de vilde Skarer.

de have kun Skyer til Fodefæste.

Det gaaer over Dal, over Vang og Hei,

gjennem Mulm og Veir; de endse det ei.

Vandreren kaster sig ræd paa Veien.

Hør hvilket Gny - det er Asgaardsreien!