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Leaving Carolina 4:000:00/4:00
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Stockholm 2:520:00/2:52
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Rover (rolling home) 3:330:00/3:33
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September 3:390:00/3:39
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0:00/5:49
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Peter 3:310:00/3:31
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Gagnef Girl 2:590:00/2:59
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SWEET TO ME by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM) & Ernst Roland Skogmo (MANUS (STIM))
Is there pride alone in what a man can own
His pockets filled with gold?
No end in sight for the hungry eye
His conscience long been sold
When greed comes free and the money’s cheap
An ego surely swells
The chessmen rule their willing fools
And direct us all to hell
Says he, the man with the grandest plan:
”Yeah, that’s our greatest scam”
Turn the tables ’round, a world upside down
Now that sounds sweet to me
Our tired minds locked on fellowkind
Convinced the other won
We compare our share thinking life’s unfair
But they play us all for fun
One slave sparred against another, scarred
Maintains the status quo
While out of view the hidden few
Enjoy this timeless show
Says he, the man with the grandest plan:
”Yeah, that’s our greatest scam”
Turn the tables ’round, a world upside down
Now that sounds sweet to me
Don’t take the bait they make, avoid the old mistake
Of kicking on those already on the ground
Forgetting where the answer is found
Turn your eyes to the puppeteers, let’s go fucking interfere!
We’ll turn the tables ’round, a world upside down
Yeah, that sounds sweet to me
We’ll turn the tables ’round, a world upside down
Yeah, that sounds sweet to me
Yeah, that sounds sweet to me
PETER by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM) & Jöns Jonas Hansson (Gehrmans musikförlag)
En onsdagkväll i juli, Siljan blank som en spegel
Man hoppas på en chans, tar en fika, säger hej till nån bekant och kollar läget
Det kanske verkar lite segt först, man står där och trampar
Men plötsligt som en hägring står han där
Man blir modig och vägen rak
Åh åh åh Peter, himlen öppnade sig
Jag vet knappt vad jag heter när du ser på mig
Åh åh åh Peter, som om änglarna fanns
Jag går inte en meter om du inte ger mig en dans
Det är nåt visst med rytmen, den bubblar upp från tån till benen
Och sprider sig i kroppen: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 och 8, det svänger!
Inget når mig där på golvet i glädjen, en leende frihet att få vara den jag är
Ett trasigt hjärta kan bli helt igen
Åh åh åh Peter, himlen öppnade sig
Jag vet knappt vad jag heter när du ser på mig
Åh åh åh Peter, som om änglarna fanns
Jag går inte en meter om du inte ger mig en dans
Sen är det måndag i november, hela stan är klädd i grått
Är sen till jobbet, hela världen luktar vått
Sommar’n är en blekblå dröm som kvällen där vid sjön
Jag vill alltid känna som jag gjorde då…
”- Amän, kokksa på an dan!”
”- Ja, ä va då oskapli ökkön fin en kar!”
Men när jag stannar bilen, stiger ut och tankar
Stiger in på macken, rotar klart i väskan
Stegar fram till disken, halar fram mitt kort
Och tittar upp…
Åh, där står Peter, himlen öppnade sig
Jag vet knappt vad jag heter när du ser på mig
Åh åh åh Peter, som om änglarna fanns
Jag går inte en meter om du inte ger mig en dans
Åh åh åh Peter, kan du inte ge mig en dans
Åh åh åh Peter, snälla kan du ge mig en dans
ANGELO by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
I pray to God from the valley below that you fly me safe back to Angelo
Through the night, as black as sin, fear creeps through the skin
This senseless game that noone wins, we just get high on adrenaline
A single thought to a mojo pin, fools go rushing in
Any wonder at the shape we're in, still I close my eyes and...
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
30 years under a fading sun, many battles fought, many battles done
Politicians they just have their fun and the turning wheel turns in
Any wonder at the shape we're in, still I close my eyes and...
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
Like a new-felled tree they came and cut you down
Was noone there for to hear that sound?
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
Oh oh oh, Angelo... My heart's not really here so let me go
Like a new-felled tree they came and cut you down
And the old idea, well it's still hanging around
Beyond the count of three you stay in the ground
Where noone else can hear that sound
GAGNEF GIRL by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM)
Han tar tunnelbanan ner till Oxford Street, det är fredag och han ska ut
Trängs där på gatan bland bilar och folk, kliver in i lugnet på The Royal Oak
Medan skummet lägger sig på ölen i hans glas hörs från stereon en sång från förr
"Dancing Queen, young and sweet", i hans sinne väcks minnen till liv
Flottbron skimrade i månens sken, älven skar blank genom natten
Jag ska älska dig till jag dör, my little Gagnef girl
Tänk vad åren flyr, det känns som nyss, han var nitton och allt var på lek
Den där sommar'n i Kyrkbyn, då stod hon där: "Hä bi tölv å femti, skä du ha än pösä å?"
Men tiden går fort när varje dag är en dans, varje morgon bjuder på en chans
Sommar'n blev höst, det fanns ingen tröst när han åkte och hon blev kvar
Flottbron skimrade i månens sken, älven skar blank genom natten
Jag ska älska dig till jag dör, my little Gagnef girl
Men så sägs det ju så att finns det liv finns det hopp, det är inte över förrän det är over
Kyrkan står väl kvar, och minnesstugan med, i Tjärnsjön badar barnen om sommar'n
"So who knows", kanske minns honom än, när han reser sig och går har han bestämt sig
I hans hand finns ett brev som han just skrev, det börjar "My little Gagnef girl..."
Flottbron skimrade i månens sken, älven skar blank genom natten
Jag ska älska dig till jag dör, my little Gagnef girl
Flottbron skimrade i månens sken, älven skar blank genom natten
Jag ska älska dig till jag dör, my little Gagnef girl
LEAVING CAROLINA by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
Well, my head’s stuck on the pillow
‘Cause I know it’s time to go
As daylight falls on Charleston
My mood is oh so low
And I’m walking down the garden
Only look back to close the gate
One last run in the Chevy
On Columbia interstate
Farewell ye’ Battery
And your projects
Where hope grows thin
I’m leaving Carolina
Of times we’ve had the best
Just one last stop to make
Before I touch down in Inverness
And that’s to say goodbye to you
My heart is pulled down and torn in two
I am leaving Carolina
All the palmtrees by the roadside
Are waving in the wind
The sun dips on the skyline
The new day forth to bring
Last night weighs heavy
On a heart that’s very low
I’m leaving Carolina....
Southern comfort afore you go
While Fogerty plays on the radio
I’m leaving Carolina...
I am leaving Carolina
On the early morning plane
Yes, I am...
BABY IT'S COLD TONIGHT by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM)
Baby it's cold tonight
Babe we better sit close
Wrap up warm and stick tight to each other
Baby it's dark tonight
Babe we better stay close
Hold a candle to my darkest corners like I'll do yours
Don't run with the devil just to keep warm
Don't think there's noone on your side
The deeper the dark, the more powerful the flame
Baby when it's cold outside
It can get lonely now
Babe we'd better stand close
Stretching our arms out, reaching for each other
But it can get better now
Babe we better keep our faith
Tending it like a flower's promise to bloom
Don't run with the devil just to keep warm
Don't think there's noone on your side
The deeper the dark, the more powerful the flame
Baby when it's cold outside
HAUL AWAY by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
Shore side boys waulk graith in the river
Whilst the South Deep chiels pitch to the wave
Lister draws warp to the barrel
Twice round the dolly and you haul away
Cape Cod girls are mighty pretty
And the Cape Cod boys would woo all day
South Deep lads chase their darlings
Must rise in the morning when the fleet's away
On the banks and knolls the bows are ploughing
The North Sea holes to where the fleet's away
Shoot and heave darlings of silver
Twice to the dolly and you haul away
RISE WITH THE RIVER by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
In the currency of currencies
And the climate of economies
Plummet like the mercury that made them
In spite of hard-earned lessons laid
The crosses borne from crosses made
Time is all it seems remains unchanging
The more the flood the less the floe
Pretty soon we all must go
Rise with the river
Rise with the river
When the tables turn what do you learn
A handful of nothing
Rise with the river
Ford into the raging stream
And leave those fallow banks
In place of charity within the land
It's the occupation of the sand
And a population on a strand that's breaking
The more the blood upon the sand
The less we seem to understand
That time is a river
Rise with the river…
In spite of hard-earned lessons laid
The crosses borne from crosses made
Time is all it seems remains unchanging
Rise with the river…
Rise with the river…
Rise with the river
Just a handful of nothing
Just a handful of nothing
When the tables turn what do you learn
When the tables turn what do you learn
Just a handful of nothing
TURNING A CORNER by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
"This land is your land, this land is my land"
So who made the borders?
From those highbrow echelons
Past the mid ground denizens
To the low-lying quarters
The greatest gift to the common man
Was the promised land
Land of the free
Thereupon are many corners for turning
Turning, turning to the sweetest mysteries
Turn away from darkness
Embrace the light
Turn away from the solitude of the lonely, lonely night
Turning a corner, turning out, turning free
When you wanna give in, then your ship comes in
Too many battles fought and lost for wars you just ain't winning
When your deal goes down, what's left comes around
And you can't tell a start from a beginning
The greatest gift...
When you wanna give in...
Making peace with an enemy
The olive branch in Gethsemane
Truly turning a corner
Gaining ground on the distance
Easing into deliverance
And a newfound order
The greatest gift…
When you wanna give in…
THE BONNIEST LASS IN A' THE WARLD (original lyrics by Carolina Oliphant (1766-1845), also known as Lady Nairnie, now reworked and added to by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM))
The bonniest lass in a' the warld,
I've often heard them telling
She's up the hill, she's down the glen
She's in yon lonely dwelling
Is it Kate, is it Susie,
is it Jean or is it May
Is it Effie or Bess
I've never heard them say
The bonniest lass is kind and sweet
as dew upon the pansie
But nane could bring her to my mind
Wha lives but in the fancy
Is it Kate, is it Susie,
is it Jean or is it May
Is it Effie or Bess
I've never heard them say
So lasses keep a gude heart
Ne'er let envy darken your day
For be your eyes black, blue or gray
Ye're bonniest aye to your lad
The tender heart, the charming smile
The truth that ne'er will falter
Are charms that never can beguile
And time can never alter
ROVER (ROLLING HOME) by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)
Another day upon the rove
Wandering the road less known
Per chance to find my way
Pride of the summer
From where and whence I roamed
Back to where the breakers roll
Step right on
Step right on
I'm a rover
I'm a rolling stone, rolling home
A brave returning
From the great unknown
It's been such a long time
Since the diesels turned
I can hear the calling
Step right on
Step right on
There's a point on the hill
Just below the sill
Where oft' times I found Nancy
And stole the day where the breakers roll
As chance did take my fancy
I'm a rover
I'm a rolling stone, rolling home
A brave returning
From the great unknown
It's been such a long time
Since the diesels turned
I can hear the calling
Step right on
Step right on
Step right on
SEPTEMBER by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM)
Now the leaves in our garden are painted in yellow
softly fall in an old-fashioned waltz
Cover the ground with a blanket of sweet dreams
quietly singing its well-known lullaby
The geese fly above us so near we could touch them
their eager wings hurrying south
Under our ceiling of satellites and planets
one shooting star holds a promise of next year
Hush now my friend, all must come to an end
Dream of blue waves and of long sunny days
Now summer's away but you and me stay
Deep in sleep until spring wakes in May
The air is so clear as the sun gently settles
pouring gold onto hillsides and homes
And the man in that full moon knows the secrets of summer
He's whispering to us as we walk side by side
So light us a fire, let's gather around it
sing songs and tell stories of old
Everything changes but nothing is new
as one season slumbers and the next one is born
Hush now my friend, all must come to an end
Dream of blue waves and of long sunny days
Now summer's away but you and me stay
Deep in sleep until spring wakes in May
SONG OF THE FIRTH by John Mitchell (music) MANUS (STIM) & George Gunn (lyrics)
There's a firth behind me
And a firth yet to come
I will swim out to the foreshore
And turn numb
Go slowly and go
I will hear your name
Whispered by the northern wind
'Cause nothing remains the same
And the song of the firth
Is the stretch of my life
I will go slowly now
So slowly
And change this world
'Cause nothing remains the same
STOCKHOLM by Jason Isbell (Kobalt Music Group), adapted into Swedish by Ann-Sofie Jonsson
Jag har hört om den himmelska ron
På väg hem en sen natt förbi Västerbron
Om en sommarvind mot en kind himlen blå
Men av allt det jag tänkte blev ingenting så
Färgerna bleknar när dag följer natt
“Sakta” blev “sen” hinner aldrig ifatt
Och till skillnad från förr när jag drömde mig matt
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem
Jag minns en vår som jag kallade höst
För mitt arv hette längtan, min själ sökte tröst
Genom skogar, under månens bleka sken
Till en frusen monark klädd i silver och sten
Skeppen i hamnen är fast liksom jag
Lättar sitt ankar och dröjer sig kvar
Men till skillnad från förr har mitt hjärta ett svar
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem
Alla dom jag känt
Vad gör dom nu och minns dom mig än?
Namn försvann, lämnade spår som finns kvar men dom fattas min famn
Skeppen i hamnen är fast liksom jag
Lättar sitt ankar och dröjer sig kvar
Men till skillnad från förr har mitt hjärta ett svar
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem
Nu vill jag hem
Nu vill jag hem