MONA (2017)

Hitmans List

You know how to swim but still in dreams you drown
When the summer sun dies down
I prepare for guns and fists
Hope I´m not on the hitmans list
Today

But we´ll live a hundred lives or more
We´ll live a hundred lives or more
Or more or more or more

So lets go out and coat the subway walls with tags
Buy the cheapest tickets pack our bags
Say ”fuck our parole”
Take the yard flag off its pole I´ts pole
 

Passion Cosmo

Shes born here, and she married this city
But she didnt get any money when it died
Once a summer city by the ocean
Now icy surfboards, water´s frozen

The traffic sign are clear
Says there noone else around her here
And now theres only seven miles left

Then the night comes falling the lights rushing by
And it will fall apart
Might be gone for a while

The waitress serves me in golden heels
Keeps the tables turning fast
With a blonde wig, a Passion Cosmo coloured dress
The best stones from her jewelry chest
I like the funny way
She talks and so ill pay
Some extra, she smiles as she picks it up
 

Ocean Spray

Tonight i went to see the beach where you and I went
The first time I saw you covered by ocean spray
Now its been over a year
Since we were walking here
And we told each other
We´ll be with noone else

And I´d tried to live in a love isolated regime
Now I´ve had become a renegade from that land it seemed
We made out in the park
And hide in the manor dark
Hide in the manor dark

I never seen her in winter clothes
Will she keep me warm even when it gets colder
Or leave here with the hummingbirds
Fly far away as I moulder

She says ”If I ever leave you please come right after me
And I say ”You ain´t leavin nowhere”
I belive what I´ve been told
Though how would I even know
I only know who I think I am I think I am

Ignore the Flags on the Beaches (2016)

 

Map of Lake Victoria

After all, the only thing I conceal
Is, though I don ́t get all the signs, I feel
That the saints of the day, they gather here
They gather here, right here

And we have some decisions to make
That we make for the choices sake
I should be off to see the world around
With your sunscreen as my veil

So wake me up at seven
And turn time around
We’ll ignore the flags on the beaches
Say “Well be gone soon anyway” 
Then your face is painted with lipstick
On the Lake Victoria shore
Serenity is all we have, anyway

And then it turns out we sit still
You say: “What’s the best way to abandon
What we have picked up on the way”

“How many times we let our self, feel fine?” 
Instead of chasing dreams again
We should give up then resign

To the only thing I conceal
While I don ́t get any signs, I feel
That the saints of the day, they gather here
They gather here, right here

 

Pastel Waves

I’d like tell you ‘bout this thing that I found
A drizzling day, some drops to keep me down
nd if time stood straight up and still
I’d catch this moment I will
The moment, I’d catch this moment.
This moment I’d catch

In pastel painted on a sheet, a mandrake root
She’s a child of mother earth and she dresses in a suit
And I ́ll make her mine
I ́ll get her a spaceship and we ́ll be fine
We ́ll travel over the ocean beyond the skies

Like a surfer she would ride the greatest wave
Like a Stone Age man I will take her to my cave They all betrayed me, but shes not
Like them. And she ́ll need me a lot
And I will not let myself feel as strong as her


Line of Sight

Three blocks away from here
There’s a ladder
There you can climb above the silver sky
In February she’s a fairy
In April she’s just one who’s climbing high

As if I talk To the wind To the wind

As if two eyes would soon appear
Above my line of sight, but still I see
A flying arrow hits her and shes swaying
The glacier moves underneath my feet

As if I talk To the wind To the wind

Three blocks away from here
There’s a ladder
There you can climb above the silver sky
The silver sky
The silver sky

Austere

Your cords are tight as the beat
Of the gunboots on your feet
But Love is All when you play
And when you ́re quiet you say

That your chest is tied and anchored
To the ground and round my feet
My feet

Like elm, she is velvet green
But painter, make her look tangerine
Her room and her looks be austere
And paint her view to be clear

And her chest not tied and anchored
To the ground and round my feet
My feet

Dowsing

Dowsing for water, build a raft
Got a pile of pine, I’ll make a floating craft
Down on the river there’s an inch of snow
Down by the river, where they go..

Dowsing for water
Dowsing for water
Down on the river there’s an inch of snow
And the sun will make the levees overflow

Then drink till your well runs dry
Drink till your well runs dry
Your well runs dry

The drunkards are on the street
A poor boy is staying in the royal suite
Don’t bother asking shelter from the storm
Your scarf and your blood will keep you warm

Dowsing for water
Dowsing for water
Don’t bother asking shelter from the storm
You’re scarf and you’re blood will keep you warm

Then drink till your well runs dry
Drink till your well runs dry
Your well runs dry

 

Fifty Second Run

Now the floor is decked with gloom
And the ceiling is a wall
You wash your shirt clean as you prefer
But your jeans are not blue at all

It’s just a fifty second run
Fifty second run

And all the times you have changed your mind
Like a bell that softly chimes
Now the sculptors make your body real
And they animate your eyes

They animate your eyes
Animate your eyes

And as soon as you look over fences
Find where you belong
Takin one step down
One step down
If a hand will grab your shoulder
And then right before your eyes
Turn the day around
Take you one step down
One step down
Taking one step down

Bells are quiet, and the fog ́s still thick
And as soon as you come through
You ́ll say ”You never get what you deserve
And wins are far between and few

So from now on

Golden Plated Door

You spin in gravel, there are flowers in the cracks
In the northern air
If I’ll ever leave here I’ll be high above the oaks
That`s where
    
You´ll get a piece of flint: Cut me loose if I get trapped
Between the buildings and the street below
Where the roofs are painted red, and there are flowers in the cracks
How I will someday know 

The laughter’s canned in plastic shield
Conversation´s wrapped and sealed
So I’m dancing with the shadows on the wall

The heath watch it wither hear the soothing sound of lies
And why don’t you take a glimpse, to look with open eyes
You will always get by with your charm, and if you take the floor
Like a statue you’ll stand, and you’ll speak through a golden plated door

The heath watch it wither tonight
Wither tonight
Don’t you know

The laughter’s canned in plastic shield
Conversations wrapped and sealed
Keep dancing with the shadows on the wall

Oh the heath, watch it wither hear the soothing sound of lies
And why don’t you take a glimpse to look with open eyes
You will always get by with your charm, and if you take the floor
Like a statue you stand, and you’ll walk through a golden plated door

 

Myths and Facts about Sleep

“Some say you can’t
Compensate for lack
Of sleep” And what is lost
You can´t get it back. Can´t get it back

If she´d kill an animal
She’d stomp it hard
And if you’d be caged
She would be your guard
The prison guard

And if we still had shorter days
In her darkest corners I would lay
Murder stories make her sick but still
She walks among the men who rob and kill
The men who kill

Jokingly
Breathing deep
We stay up until the early hours
And she tells me myths and facts about sleep
About sleep

The Prophecies of Skeeter Davis

If there are days ahead
Then all prophecies I ́ve misread
Don ́t they know it’s the end But I don ́t mind

And still the waves rush to shore
Oh, and the sights look just like before
Don’t they know it’s the end
I don ́t mind

Why don’t these, why don’t these eyes of mine
See the ship, oh see the ship of the line
Don ́t they know, and don’t they know it’s the end
It’s the end

You give predictions that turn our heads
But with needles and silver threads
Written on fabric cloth
I don’t mind

The Prophecies of Skeeter Davis (2014)


Lyrics by Magnus Askjer Lefsaker 

 

Some Will Never Die

I ́m a king with tiny hands
The crown, you can ́t see
I will be your only one
And that ́s all I ́ll ever be
You never liked to drink, tonight you should try
You ́ll get older you´ll go grey, and I will never die

You ́re as dull as politics
But pretty in your way
Even if I didnt plan to speak
It´s what I need to say
That if you come to see me here I can understand
You ́re a lady Im a boy, I ́ll never be a man

Some will never die
Some will never
 

Balcony Song

I wish that I belonged somewhere
But i don´t know where I should go
This city seems to move as a herd, a crowd a group
But im the only living boy in Oslo

And if I ever stand beneath a balcony and sing
I wouldnt care to raise my voice
She should come to me, and she should stand outside the window
Of the only living boy in Oslo

The last time i kissed a girl, it kinda felt allright
Guess she felt allright too
But it´s time to meet someone who really has a heart
For the only living boy in Oslo
The only living boy in Oslo

I need somewhere
I dont know where i should go
Still I´ve got skinny jeans, in an apartment I own
There lives the only livin boy in Oslo
The only living boy in Oslo
 

The Prophecies of Skeeter Davis

If there are days ahead
Then all prophecies I ́ve misread
Don ́t they know it’s the end
But I don ́t mind

And still the waves rush to shore
Oh, and the sights look just like before
Don’t they know it’s the end
I don ́t mind

Why don’t these, why don’t these eyes of mine
See the ship, oh see the ship of the line
Don ́t they know, and don’t they know it’s the end It’s the end

You give predictions that turn our heads
But with needles and silver threads
Written on fabric cloth
"I don’t mind"

 

Aviate (2013)
 

Lyrics by Magnus Askjer Lefsaker
 

´63

Wipe the dust of this old guitar
Wipe the dust of this old chair
Need to face the right direction
Sitting in an airport lounge
We are headed for 1963
To a men’s club at North Palm Drive in Taft Hotel

Where have you been, since ‘63? 
Where have you been, since ‘63? 
Where have you been? 

Need a purpose, buy some time
Feels like an aimless summer day in June
Like a summer day in June
As the plane gets off the ground
See a man without his shoes
Mr. Gladstone where have you been?
Where have you been?

Where have you been, since ‘63? 

Once I knew you well, Elaine
Dustin, run to reach the train
Need to face the right affection
It’s too late, but not for me
I just want some sympathy
Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson

 

Loopholes

There may be some among the rest
A new moniker at best
Laid in a casket

They found you sleeping in your nest
Must ́ve been decaf, on the desk
But when you wake up
When you wake up

Oh, they only listen when
You make a fire with you pen
In the paper
When you wake up

And there behind those eyes
You ́re headed for the clear and open skies
"Dont call me out"

When you wake up

 

It Goes On

I’ll wait for an hour
Watch you melt the dust of snow
Shook down by the feathers
Of a black and shiny crow
Should just grab you by the neck, take you away from this place
I’ll pretend to sleep, feel a breath upon my face

They’re hunting with rifles
And they’re putting out a snare
I’m not trying to save you, no
And the law don’t care
A pack of dogs they are getting ready for the chase
I’ll pretend to sleep, feel her breath upon my face

Watch you melt the dust of snow
Paying back what you owe
You owe me

Should just grab you, take you away from this place
I´ll pretend to sleep feel her breath upon my face 

 

The Golden Plated Door

You spin in gravel, there are flowers in the cracks
In the northern air
If I’ll ever leave here I’ll be high above the oaks
And oh that`s where

You ́ll get a piece of flint to cut me loose if I get trapped
Between the buildings and the street below
Where the roofs are painted red, and there are flowers in the cracks
How I will someday know

The laughter’s canned in plastic shield
Conversation is wrapped and sealed
So I’m dancing with the shadows on the wall

The heath watch it wither, hear the soothing sound of lies
And why don’t you take a glimpse, to look with open eyes
You will always get by with your charm, and if you take the floor
Like a statue you’ll stand and you’ll walk through a golden plated door

 

Touch of Ivory

Remember when you woke and you’d slept in a heap of snow
Well this time is different now that the violets grow
Still we need a fire to keep us warm

So this is why the children stretch their height
Above those cardboard walls to reach the sun light
Then bring your friends to tear it down

In these days of fall the spring is where I’ll be
And I’ll bring a little touch of ivory
Never more will warmth be out of reach