In this northern town we are getting old,
united by our love for John K. Samson and our disdain for the cold.
It’s how you replied, clear avoidance, crooked lines.
When all I need is straighter answers, overtures and hope,
“I believe in accidents and time. Promises, conversation and wine”.
Yet the marks on your skin pull me into the dark.
The continents drifted further apart.
We were Mid-Atlantic swimming, divided islands, states of the art.
You were always bent on finding something else than this.
Oslo’s awkward kinesis is always easy to dismiss.
While I believe in accidents and time. Broken trust and condescending lines.
Yet the light on your skin pulls me into the night
Where the black matter eats every line
and I tie them to knots.
There, when daylight descends without rhyme
I was trying to disconnect the dots.
And I was right on time.
I've got words that could make you spin. And a box I put them in.
But we are right on time.
from Half Empty,
released April 3, 2020
Recorded & produced at Six Feet Over studio by Sjur Lyseid.
Mixed by Sjur Lyseid. Mastered by Espen Høydalsvik at Tinnitus Mastering.
Sjur Lyseid: Vocals, Guitars, keys, percussion
Morten Myklebust: Guitar
Eirik Kirkemyr: Drums
Rudi Simmons: Bass
Nils Martin Larsen: Clarinets