put those dreams away before you let them fall for you will break them all

It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

" At the lake we were crawling around til our knees left bloodstains on the ground licked our wounds and the pain went away fell asleep at the end of a day we dug holes and carved signs into trees made ourselves a bed out of leaves and in the…

To everyone missing. " I found silver in your mouth on a holiday found stories in your eyes beautiful as mould 6000 miles away I finally recalled the secrets on your skin in scars and birthmarks open wounds secret stories of…

I made this simple song to try out playing an acoustic guitar with an ebow. It works, but it's quite quiet. The movement of the fingers on the fretboard is louder than the sounds. I didn't use any effects on the guitar tracks. I recorded my voice…

Here she comes in the April sun In her dungarees and she's up for fun Smiling like she's a crazy girl And she makes a face like she owns the place And she does We indulge ourselves in creating A neck of beauty and circumstance Not to mention…

For this I wanted to create some longing sounding atmosphere. To create the (somewhat annoying) guitar part in the second half I used an ebow. " you stand a long time at the door observe the lighting on the floor you are not welcome anymore no…

This is my english version of Heysátan by Sigur Rós. It's not a direct translation but it's in principle the same song. I know the guitar is a bit out of tune. The capo messed it up. Sorry for that.

I made a song out of the fable "The Boy and the Schoolmaster" by Jean De La Fontaine, that french writer from the 17th century. And here's the story: " A boy, that frolicked on the banks of Seine, Fell in, and would have found a watery grave…