I dig for gold

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1.
I would rather smile Than sigh Or feel the dark inside I dream of nails sometimes Pin me down Rust like moss on my mind You could never hide You’d leap forth Into the starlight To think of you sometimes In polaroids Tiny treasures in soil You look at stars I dig for gold At the end of each night We both end up cold The fields ahead of us The world to come The roads to run You laid down your dress On the grass Like a burden from the past I sat silently While you slept You cheek on my knees The wind blew through the leaves Your face lit up With each waving of the tree You look at stars I dig for gold At the end of each night We both end up cold Now I would rather hide Than leap forth Into the spotlights I would rather die Than live Without you by my side
2.
Come with me, she said Come with me, she said To the mountains And the darkness in the trees And the clouds overhead Come with me, she said Come with me, she said To great silence And to dust Far away from the never-ending buzz Leave those streets behind The cars, the heat The minor tales The fun that hurts somehow It’s not a lonesome trail To step out back to back And watch it all Just fade away Drink with me, she said Drink with me, she said On this rooftop after midnight The black like a blanket Over our heads Lay with me, she said Lay with me, she said We’d be dancing on the backside Of a bright star We’d move, we’d not run Leave those streets behind The cars, the heat The minor tales The fun that hurts somehow It’s not a lonesome trail To step out back to back And watch it all Just fade away Come with me, she said Come with me, she said And I turned around And I hung my head And then I left
3.
03:21
Put on your torn up shoes And roam the streets some more Let the wind blow through your hair Your head way too low A cigarette at night The only way to glow Just leave a blanket on Before you walk out the door Don't wake me up Unless it's time for me to go I'll take the souvenirs The boots In the hall outside the door To walk away once more Put on your torn up shoes And roam the streets some more Your feet like kisses On the shiny wet asphalt The neon lights and stars The rain before it falls Leaving me a while Like a picture on the wall Don't wake me up Unless it's time for me to go I'll take the souvenirs The boots In the hall outside the door To walk away once more
4.
03:36
I’ll take you home I’ll take you home I’ll take you home I’ll take you home Through the dark I’ll make a trail I’ll make a trail I’ll make a trail I’ll make a trail In the snow I’ll make you smile I’ll make you smile I’ll make you smile I’ll make you smile In between tears I’ll make a home I’ll make a home I’ll make a home I’ll make a home I’ll make a home From this hole I’ll light a fire I’ll light a fire I’ll light a fire I’ll light a fire When you’re cold Then I’ll lie down Then I’ll lie down Then I’ll lie down Then I’ll lie down And leave you be And leave you be
5.
Maybe one day when I feel awfully good I’ll make up my mind about you And him too And all the shit you put me through Daylight gets in through the cracks that you left Light up the unmade bed Dailies unread By plain truths you were led (Just fly home home or away fly etc.) Used things I gave you and you threw away I cleaned them up And maybe that’s where I’m misled But guesses are all you will get I ain’t sober now and the TV is on The images light up my eyes And it’s strange The suffering’s always too late (Just fly home home or away fly etc.) Maybe one day when I feel awfully good I’ll make up my mind about you And me too And all the shit I put myself through
6.
I’ll take all I can With the first light on your back The hairs on the pillow The empty glass I’ll rummage silently Through the napkins beside your feet The words you wrote I’ll take with me Morning theft Then down the stairs from thee Morning theft In a plastic bag I breathe The scent of you and me So I took all I could The ashtray, a pencil butt And a T-shirt A faded message on the chest The door shuts quietly You turn, you yawn, you sleep The sunlight still on you I couldn’t steal Morning theft Then down the stairs from thee Morning theft In a plastic bag I breathe The scent no longer on me
7.
It's kind of nice on this floor The things that we see Are the things they ignore All the feet shuffling by The shade in your eyes When your head's close to mine And I kind of lost track Of the cigarettes we've smoked And the times that we've laughed The day rolls by There's no cure for time But I think we just tried We tried We tried... The sun closes in The buildings go red I feel salt on my skin A pleasant afternoon Turns into night Like a goodbye that's too soon There's a train waiting for you A destiny calls The last cigarette falls Still the feet shuffling by The shade in your eyes Is no different than mine Than mine Than mine... Now I stand on my own I picture a world Where this square is my home It was nice on this floor ‘Cause the beauty we saw Is the pain they ignore The pain they ignore The pain they ignore...
8.
Johnny got his name From a bottle his mother craved His daddy got up and walked away Now he knows Johnny takes his walks In the city after dark In silence lonesome dogs bark He hears them say It’s a sad life For people of my kind And it’s a bad lie To say I don’t mind Johnny got his shame From a woman without name From the gambling without gain His soul in dust Just another day Of Johnny dreaming of going away An empty place, an empty face Words to pray It’s a sad life For people of my kind And it’s a bad lie To say I don’t mind
9.
There’s a TV without sound I crush my cigarette on the ground There’s a napkin underneath your glass An old drunk passed out in the back There’s a record playing A wall decaying A waitress dressed in black On Sunset Boulevard There’s a light behind the crack You get up and say you’ll be right back I watch as you walk away Not quite sure whether or not to stay Eyes are yearning Feet are burning I wish you’d stay awhile On Sunset Boulevard I’d like to tell you why I feel lonesome tonight I’d like to lay my head to rest on your chest and sigh And fade out with you And fade out with you And fade out with you Still the TV without sound Another cigarette on the ground The record stops playing The drunk is swaying I’ll always be lonely On Sunset Boulevard
10.
02:26
Did you sleep well all night Or did you lie awake Until the morning light Did you jump up At the sound of every car Racing by your house into the dark 'Cause darling I know I did 'Cause I've been waiting For a dry wind To blow me back to you I've been driving Through the darkness Just to come home to you
11.
I’ve been waiting for this train of yours I’ve been waiting all night long I’ve been riding on this wave of hope I’ve been riding for you to come Now I’m a shadow in the sun And the wind ‘s got awfully strong And I holler until I go dumb And I feel you until I go numb I’ve been waiting for this train of yours I’ve been waiting all day long I’ve been standing on the same old stone I’ve been standing for too long Now my legs are so strong To carry you when you come along And I holler until I go dumb And I feel you until I go numb And when I hear a whistle blow My ears twitch like a dog’s I feel people passing by But no-one seems to fall into my arms I’ll be waiting for this train of yours I’ll be waiting my whole life long I’ll be riding on this wave of hope I’ll be riding for you to come Until the shadows are all gone And the wind brings joy for none
12.
04:01
Don’t wake the kid up Won’t make a fuss I promise It’ll be silent this time Like a lonely ride Or a bug trying to hide The door in between Nowhere else to be Than the darkness out there Of an endless night No-one’s out tonight Just clouds and moonlight And I know around the next bend I’ll be lonesome again I could draw your face right now The dots, the lips, the cuts For no-one else to see but me And the beauty… Like a plane-scratched sky Or stains of sunlight The breeze it kind of stirs The trees they kind of hurt On a rooftop a row of birds Wait silently As if they all agreed There’s a better place to be They already see that around the next bend I’ll be lonesome again
13.
I could watch these walls for hours The stains, the moist The shadows slowly roll I long for a horizon like a coward Words just raindrops In a lake of fire I moan some more I moan some more The world looks nice beyond the glass I dream of dolls that laugh And grass against my back The sun fades out into stark black I've felt this way before But I'd rather not look back I moan some more I moan some more The heat you cherish is Not something I'm apt to enjoy The beach you lie on Face down It's just dust meeting water to me now I moan some more I moan some more But I will try to understand The joy of a solitary man Roll above the plains this time On heat waves, steady towards the light The light... I would rather walk away than stay Be a shadow on the wall Because I'm sure to understand The joy of a solitary man And roam some more And roam some more And roam some more...

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It is the most personal thing I have ever made public. Songs that needed to be sung, words that needed to be written. It is not an exaggeration to say that stumbling upon a Singer of Songs and making this album sort of kept me going. It was a light in times of darkness. And probably the only album I made for myself.

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released December 1, 2008

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I sing songs in the bathroom. In packed and empty venues. In gardens, sheds and churches. Once in a weird Finnish gym and also in the oldest house in Switzerland. On a boat and in a bus and in a horse farm. In noisy Italian bars and spookily silent Belgian rooms. On my own and with people.
I sing songs and if you want, you can listen.
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