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Past shows
04.10.08
Norway, Ås, Studentsamfunnet
03.10.08
Norway, Stavanger, Folken
02.10.08
Norway, Oslo, Rockefeller
20.09.08
The Netherlands, Amsterdam, Melkweg
19.09.08
The Netherlands, Den Haag, Paard Van Troje
18.09.08
The Netherlands, Den Bosch, W2
16.08.08
Norway, Steinkjer, Steinkjer Festival
05.08.08
Norway, Trondheim, Olavsfestdagene
01.08.08
Norway, Bodø, Nordland Musikkfestuke
23.07.08
Norway, Valsøybotn, Fosskonserten
22.07.08
Norway, Jomfruland, Under To Tårn
18.07.08
Norway, Tønsberg, Slottsfjell Festival
27.06.08
Norway, Arendal, Hovefestivalen
28.06.08
Norway, Oslo, Kontraskjæret
23.06.08
Norway, Harstad, Festspillene
14.06.08
Norway, Stavanger, Til Byen
10.05.08
Norway, Balestrand, Balejazz
06.04.08
Denmark, Aarhus, Voxhall
05.04.06
Denmark, Copenhagen, Lille Vega
04.04.08
Germany, Berlin, Lido
03.04.08
Germany, Cologne, Luxor
02.04.08
France, Paris, Le Point Ephemere
01.04.08
Germany, Munich, Atomic Cafe
31.03.08
Germany, Hamburg, Knust
30.03.08
Belgium, Brussels, Botanique
29.03.08
Belgium, Antwerp, Petrol Club
26.03.08
The Netherlands, Amsterdam, Paradiso
27.03.08
The Netherlands, Rotterdam, Rotown
28.03.08
The Netherlands, Groningen, Vera
08.03.08
Norway, Brattvåg, Ingebrikt Davik-Huset
07.03.08
Norway, Trondheim, Samfundet
06.03.08
Norway, Volda, Rokken
05.03.08
Norway, Lillehammer, Bingon
04.03.08
Norway, Oslo, NRK Petre Sessions
01.03.08
Norway, Oslo, Sentrum Scene
29.02.08
Norway, Haugesund, Byscenen
28.02.08
Norway, Bergen, USF/Verftet
27.02.08
Norway, Stavanger, Folken
13.10.07
Denmark, Copenhagen, Vega
12.10.07
Denmark, Århus, Voxhall
11.10.07
Germany, Berlin, Lido
10.10.07
France, Paris, La Maroquinerie
31.05.07
Denmark, Århus, Spot Festival
08.07.06
Norway, Kongsberg, Kongsbergjazz
30.06.06
Norway, Harstad, Festspillene i Nord-Norge
15.06.06
Norway, Oslo, Norwegian Wood
09.04.06
Norway, Voss, Vossajazz
30.03.06
Norway, Oslo, Rockefeller
23.03.06
Norway, Bergen, Uken
22.03.06
Norway, Etne, Fugl Fønix
30.07.05
Norway, Sandefjord, Baderock
26.02.05
Norway, Spellemannprisen, Oslo Spektrum
25.02.05
Norway, Bodø, Rock Café
24.02.05
Norway, Tromsø, Driv
19.02.05
Norway, Stavanger, Folken
18.02.05
Norway, Bergen, Kvarteret
17.02.05
Norway, Hamar, Hydranten
16.02.05
Norway, Horten, Bakkenteigen
14.02.05
Norway, Oslo, Samfunnet Bislett (UKA)
05.02.05
Norway, Oslo, Rockefeller, Alarm 05
15.01.05
Norway, Kongsberg, Energimølla
11.12.04
Norway, Oslo, Blå
02.10.04
Norway, Trondheim, Studentersamfunnet
01.10.04
Norway, Lillehammer, Bingon
30.09.04
Norway, Haugesund, Flytten
25.09.04
Norway, Oslo, Rockefeller
24.09.04
Norway, Kristiansand, Østsia
06.09.04
Norway, Oslo, NRK, Store Studio
04.09.04
Norway, Bø, Kroa
03.09.04
Norway, Ås, Studentersamfunnet
28.08.04
Norway, Stavanger, Checkpoint Charlie
27.08.04
Norway, Bergen, Kvarteret
26.08.04
Norway, Sogndal, Meieriet
13.08.04
Norway, Oslo, Øyafestivalen
12.08.04
Norway, Oslo, NRK, Petresessions
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LYRICS
COME ON OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE
_ _ _
Home
Music by Lars Horntveth/Thomas Dybdahl
Lyrics by Thomas Dybdahl/Martin Hagfors
After hours on the phone
I’m a little closer to home
But the road ahead is long
And time moves slow
After endless weeks apart
Passion will kickstart
Anticipating hearts
Longing to glow
For so long
Skin to skin we finally get to touch each others lips
And move in time to synchronize the dancing of our hips
We realize our lives miss us and that’s just wrong
In a little known place called home
I was never around but I was wrong
I just didn’t know how to get back
In a little known place called home
I was never around but I was wrong
Though I belong
The light of midday shines
Through the curtains and defines
All the little lines that make up who you are
My shining star
Skin to skin we once again get to touch each others lips
And move in time to synchronize the dancing of our hips
We finally take the breath that we have held for too long
In a little known place called home
I was never around but I was wrong
I just didn’t know how to get back
In a little known place called home
I was never around but I belong
It’s time to to do a little something about that
In a little known place called home
I was never around but I was wrong
Though I belong
_ _ _
Cubicle Man
Music by Thomas Dybdahl
Lyrics by Thomas Dybdahl/Martin Hagfors
The money is good but the hours are insane
He tries so hard to forget your name
And everything changes but you still remain
A cubicleman on a mission unmanned
A bypassed dream and a future unplanned
He’s falling apart and he can’t understand
Maybe you could
Maybe you should
It’s up to you
To tell him to
You put him in orbit and out of control
Everything you say comes with a loophole
He won't admit that he’s a blue-eyed soul
Maybe you could
Maybe you should
It’s up to you
To tell him to
Dig deep
Lose sleep
Cause honey affections
Change direction
Big leap
Don’t weap
Honey your dejection
Is just a reflection
Maybe you could
Dig deep
Maybe you should
Lose sleep
But it’s up to you
Cause honey affections
To tell him to
Change directions
Maybe you could
Big leap
Maybe you should
Don’t weap
But it’s up to you
Honey your dejection
To tell him to
Is just a reflection
_ _ _
Family
Music + Lyrics by Thomas Dybdahl
I know things haven’t been the same since you lost her
But that's alright I feel it too
I don’t want things to change I'll give you all the time you need
To feel warm and safe again
I'll take you for a night on the town
I'll take you home when the sun goes down
I'll take you for a walk in the park
I'll take you home when it gets dark
But no matter what you do lean on me
After all we’re family
And that doesn’t change
You can stay as long as you want but you don't have to
You can come and go we don’t need to know
Words won’t cure what ails but the simple truth is there and it always prevails
All your friends are there for you
I'll take you for a night on the town
I'll take you home when the sun goes down
I'll take you for a walk in the park
I'll take you home when it gets dark
But no matter what you do lean on me
After all we’re family
And that doesn’t change
Like starlight
I'll take you for a night on the town
I'll take you home when the sun goes down
I'll take you for a walk in the park
I'll take you home when it gets dark
But no matter what you do, lean on me
After all we family
And that doesn’t change
Like starlight
_ _ _
Let Go
Music by Lars Horntveth
Lyrics by Martin Hagfors/Lars Horntveth
I was uneasy you called me your soul mate
Six billion to one I’ll never meet her anyhow
So why hold on to such a far out notion?
That I’m your one chance this side of the ocean
Sweet romantic intense devotion
Don’t call me up
Don’t stay in touch
It’ll do no good
You’ve just gotta let go
Let time go by
You know it likes to fly
Don't call me up
You gotta let go
Don't call me up
You’ve just gotta let go
If I have no God what’s the use in praying?
A hundred billion souls have lived before on earth
What makes you think I am the only one
Who can pull you through your setting Sun
I was just your lover and not smoke from a gun
Life is too short to waste our golden years
We’ve gotta let go all of our bitterness
My love for you lost all it’s confidence
Baby me and you we’re just a coincidence
_ _ _
Taste Of Me
Music + Lyrics by Morten Qvenild
What is left to find?
In this somewhat hidden place of things that we decline
What is left behind?
Anyway you have to go and now and then decide
We are walking that direction on the sidewalk of pain
We are loosing the affection that we had once again
If you see the cause of what what you’ve done
You’ll feel free to do and make undone
You’ll love me no matter what they say
You’ll live with a taste of me
When you stand in line
Think of all the people that are lost in their own lives
Sometimes you deny
What’s the use when all the rules say
Truth is not a lie
We are walking that direction on the sidewalk of pain
We are losing the affection that we had once again
If you see the cause of what what you’ve done
You’ll feel free to do and make undone
You’ll love me no matter what they say
You’ll live with a taste of me
_ _ _
From That Day To This
Music by Lars Horntveth
Lyrics by Martin Hagfors
Here we go
Twisted meanings
We should know
The air needs cleaning
Dancing Sun
Illuminating grass
The wind’s pulling leaves
Honey this won’t last
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
Let’s get back to our common ground
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
We are storm bound
The kitchen floor
Creaks when you cross
Through the open door
You look sad and lost
Neither of us want another row
So why can’t one of us just back down?
It’s not the way we want to live our lives now
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
Let’s get back to our common ground
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
We are storm bound
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
Lets get back to our common ground
From that day to this
The facts speak for themselves
As clear as ultrasound
_ _ _
The Balladeer
Music by Lars Horntveth
Lyrics by Martin Hagfors
In the crowd I saw the worlds last balladeer
Holding on to a young lovers’ gaze
Looking past the face of his chosen one
At the entrance of a new maze
The balladeer had seen through those very eyes
Walked into that trap
How he’d come out on the other side
Was his bittersweet balladeering tap
The lovers’ stomach churns like a turnstile
Leading people back into the game
The batter let a sweat bead block his vision
Then split the bat and drove the ball infield
And running through every known emotion
A lover went excused
Then whispered in an ear engulfed in perfume
Poetry he’d long transfused
Please have me excused
But no scenery in this world strange girl
Can move me like you do
By now the chosen one was restless
Shuffling her feet on burning ground
Looking centerfield she saw the balladeer
Watch two kids spellbound
With her scarf around his throat she saw her lover
Walk a stranger out the door
And all the while the balladeer had sensed it
He’d used this line many times before
Please have me excused
But no scenery in this world strange girl
Can move me like you do
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Something New
Music by Nikolai Hængsle Eilertsen
Lyrics by Sindre Røyland
Begging the moments
Let my day be done
I long for the seconds
I want them to come
The fire is in the past
And glows wear out fast
Need something new
Deep-rooted tree
You’re here but you’re gone
Your naked branches
Leave me bared to the sun
The heat on my chin
I see what has been
Waiting for something new
The fire is in the past
And glows wear out fast
Want something new
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Styrofoam
Music by Lars Horntveth
Lyrics by Martin Hagfors
The styrofoam is floating past the beach
Like most things in my vision it’s out of reach
In salty surf
In sea weed disengaged from an ice cold berth
I watched it bob below me like a bird
Heavy oiled feathers from a spill
A death wish heard
In ocean spray with salt stains on pink skin
I’m at the edge way high on a ledge with
Nothing to stop me you can’t stop me if I dare
Look what it’s come to
That I’ll attempt to
Vaporize and suddenly disappear
We steer like styrofoam
Over dark undertows
’Round and ’round
Waiting
Your turn in ”pick up sticks”
Easy come easy goes
Once more we ought to know
To stay tied
To our own lives
Pictures fade in albums where they’re glued
Captions shine in gold ink to go along
In cursive hand
Some faces you only barely recognize
I’m at the edge way
High on a ledge where
Nothing can stop me you can’t stop me if I dare
Look what it’s come to
That I’ll attempt to
Vaporize and suddenly disappear
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Some paper on the bedroom floor
Music + Lyrics by Lars Horntveth
Found some paper on the bedroom floor
Some old letter from one I knew before
Hung it up on the empty kitchen door
Drenched in coffee couldn't read it anymore
Full of memories the handwriting I knew
One of hundreds of letters sent by you
A long time since we'd been together now
Almost couldn't remember you
Some old time we were meant to be
Together for ever more
Now I know that my feelings for you
Are not there anymore
Came together when we were very young
Seven years went before we're done
Come to think of all the time we had
Washed away like castles in the sand
Coming closer to what I'd wished to be
Coming closer but not with you and me
Met you this summer
Talked for a little while
Almost couldn't be more different you and I
Some old time we were meant to be
Together for ever more
Now I know that my feelings for you
Are not there anymore
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Make It Burn
Music + Lyrics by Morten Qvenild
Will I return?
And make it burn
Come on over to the other side
Will I be cruel?
Will I stay with you?
Come on over to the other side
I will fly away
Live dreams today
I can’t stay here in all these words
Can I confess?
In all this mess
Come on over to the other side
Will I be cruel?
Will I stay with you?
Come on over to the other side
Will I return?
And make it burn
Come on over to the other side
I will fly away
Live dreams today
I can’t stay here in all these words
THE NATIONAL BANK
I Hear the Sparrow Sing
Music: Martin Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
There’s a peg on the line
It is hanging on to clothes
There’s a grape on the vine
So here the story goes
I’m a peg on that line
And I am holding on to your love
With feelings entwined
And it’s you I had to shove
I’m in love with two girls and in fact; It’s too real
to just denounce
In shame I pushed you away…
I pushed you away…pushed you away
My needs today I find in separate lives
My baby knows where I go
Out of my mind
There’s talk in the bush
And I hear the sparrow sing
When I get too close to it
My ears start to ring
Am I the talk of the town?
And a cause to shake the head
I am so in love with this world
I just wish I was dead
Wish I was dead
But again I awake to start another day
I look to my dreams to find out
I live my life this way
My needs today, I find in separate lives
My baby knows where I go
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
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Tolerate
Music: Martin Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
If what you believe in, is so sacred
That you can not love me anymore
Then I’m sorry, that your wisdom
Won’t prepare you for what’s in store
Because this bubble, that you call home
Will when the winds of change pick-up
Burst with a vengeance, and a fury
And disarray your every stone
You’ve got to tolerate
And not just annihilate
Facts of life and facts of fate
And I say this not from hate;
That your hour now is late
So shape up for you own sake!
That your hour now is late
So shape up for you own sake!
you own sake!
Your ideals, I find amusing
And on most I can agree
In fact we are closer to each other
But eye to eye we can not see
And I’m not perfect, I admit it
I can admit to being wrong
But as a friend, not as a brother
To you I dedicate this song
You’ve got to tolerate
And not just annihilate
Facts of life and facts of fate
I say this not from hate;
That your hour now is late
So shape up for your own sake!
That your hour now is late
So shape up for your own sake!
Your own sake!
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Hello My Name is Fred
Music: Lars Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
How would you mind if I moved in next door to you?
And then would you mind if I held up your door for you?
And maybe in time I could knock on your door
And you could answer and I could say; hello my name is Fred
And you could say hello my name is Marianne or Catherine
I don’t care, I’m new; I’m Fred
And you could invite me in to see your place that’s a very beautiful bedspread
And your kitchen is like mine not blue but red instead
And would you mind if I asked you if you live alone?
Because I had heard voices when passing or was it just the phone?
And then you could tell me your boyfriend calls you everyday
And I would suggest that he must have a lot to say
How would you mind if I moved in next door to you?
And then would you mind if I held up your door for you?
And maybe in time I could knock on your door
And you could answer and I could say; hello my name is Fred
You can come over anytime, borrow sugar or drink some wine
I’ve been alone now for several years, just me
I’ve got a collection of classic movies; I listen to music too
I’ve got a tight schedule but I don’t do the things most folks do
I detect from your accent that you must come from another place?
Your complexion is perfect I swear it’s Gods good grace
In time you’ll be glad that I moved in next door to you
And given notice I`ll make enough dinner for two
Call me at work and you´ll get right through
I will answer; and you could say;
Hello is that you Fred?
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A Recorder in Red Plastic
Music: Martin Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice
I’ve got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice
Anyhow it’s up to me to wander around my mind
I keep a steady pace but I soon lose track of time
I lose track of time
Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note swimming by
It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the sky
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how
I almost feel as happy as a boy that happy is
To wake up on my birthday with a present from old Aunt Liz
A recorder in red plastic and a yellow xylophone
And then an angel on a card that proves that they are my own
Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note swimming by
It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the sky
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how
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Blue (as we like it)
Music: Martin Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
What gives words the power to change their intended .. content?
And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent?
I roam alone through rooms we share
You catch a glimpse of who I am
I see that you return my stare
I give you a nod but don’t give you a damn
No, I don’t give you a damn
And who says we don’t like feeling blue?
Cause I must like it as much as I do
And who says we don’t use all this feeling blue
To avoid a conversation that might just ring true?
Might just ring true?
I tend to skip forward to the darkest of my favourite cd songs
I hum them in my head when the sun is beating down on my rubber thongs
I roam alone through the rooms we share
You catch a glimpse of who I am
I see that you return my stare
I give you a nod but don’t give you a damn
No, I don’t give you a damn
And who says we don’t like feeling blue?
We must like it as much as I we do
And who says we don’t like feeling blue
Cause I must like it as much as I do
And who says we don’t use all this feeling blue
To avoid a conversation that might just ring true?
That might just ring true?
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What is Left?
Music: Martin Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires
What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire
What is left of the light? Is alarmed by the dusk and retreat of the sun
What is left of your peace? the notion that I am still on the run
So
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
What was left on the road?
Wet leaves scattered like stars on a sky
What has just left the ground?
Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky
What is left to find out? What drove the worm to cross the road?
What is left of tonight? An urge to shed my trembling load
So what is left of this day? I’m not sure but I plan to find out
So what is left of this day? When I know I’ll sure give a shout !
So
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
What was left on the road?
Leaves scattered like stars on the sky
What has just left the ground?
Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky
Now I can finally fly
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Look Twice
Music: Lars Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
Stay friends with the ground crew
Like friends that you once knew
Don’t misplace the trust that you have found
Short on time’s just a habit
Life’s there if you grab it
It’s there if you dare to step down
Elizabeth and Marianne both miss their friend John
He’s at the stock exchange selling bonds
They used to go out buying beer
Now he’s got no one
He’s got no one he’ll let himself near
At the top of the ladder
You’ll probably feel sadder
And long for familiar sounds
It’s cold at the top,now
When you’re tied up in knots,now
And your mind is intensively wound
There is beauty in life
Given time to look twice
And not at the Euro or Pound
Elizabeth and Marianne both miss their friend John
He’s at the stock exchange selling bonds
They used to go out buying beer
Now he’s got no one
He’s got no one he’ll let himself near
There is beauty in life
Given time to look twice
And not at the Euro or Pound…
There is beauty in life
Given time to look twice
And not at the Euro or Pound
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The National Bank
Music: Lars Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
I’d like to see the world run by kids
And the National Bank is where their treasures are hid
Like pieces of paper with invisible ink
That collect the thoughts it takes children to think
I spy
With my little eye
Something
Beginning
With L
And o- v- e
What I’m really trying to say
Is what the kids visualize
Never sees the light of day
Unless it’s true to their eyes
So where were you when I was four?
When I had sweet time to spare
What I said was from the core
Of my soul…
An open heart has at least four main doors
And just like a kid I`ll open yours
I spy
With my little eye
Something
Beginning
With L
And o- v- e
I spy
With my little eye
Something
Beginning
With L
And o- v- e
So where were you when I was four?
When I had sweet time to spare
What I said was from the core
Of my soul…
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Half Blind
Music: Lars Horntveth
Lyrics: Martin Hagfors (Manus 2003)
What was it that ever drew me to you, In the first place?
Because the girl I was introduced to, had a kind face
I’d always imagined, she was a beacon of light, only I could see
The past is gone and we can remember, hardly details
Like why this love came to be, that November
Out in the snow our young love grew underneath old winter coats
Oh why Audrey?
Oh why Audrey?
Underneath old winter coats, out in the snow,
Our young love grew
What was it I expected to find, in requesting?
For you to spare your precious time, then me jesting
Joking and laughing showing off for you, my lighter side
You find what you look for
You make up your mind
But the quest that you’re on
Has made you half blind
Oh Audrey I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry…
Oh Audrey I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
You find what you look for
You make up your mind
But the quest that you are on
Has made you half blind, half blind, half blind |