I was jealous for your love
I was swimming at your feet
I was grasping after breath
I was clinging to your knees
Staying afloat in your wake
I was anxious for your heart
I was painfully aware
I was nursing my own wounds
I was lost in inner paths
Leading nowhere very soon
Falling down
Down with me
I could not
Follow you down
I was angry at your smile
I was frightened by your eyes
Though I never tried to flee
Spent that Summer by your side
In the Fall you fell like leaves
You were waiting to be healed
You had bet on better days
You had fought your demon down
Buried fears beneath the ground
Waiting for the peace of dawn
Falling down...
In the end we parted ways
In the end you lost all hope
Till the end I watched you fight
Waiting for the final rite
Lying in your bed alone
Falling down…
I still wait for something new
See your face in all I do
I still wait for morning winds
Blow the shadows from my night
Heal the wounds you left behind
Millions of people throughout human history have sat waiting beside a dying loved one, only to be left alone as their loved one passes beyond life to a future unknown. This song’s lyric has taken on new meaning after the Corona pandemic, considering how many have been robbed of this possibility to pass among loved ones. Upon finishing the production of this song it became evident that the “bare bones” idea of simple acoustic recordings was an idea that had to be given up…
Difficulties often force us into isolation, the home of the lonely, wanting and broken heart. The song, Silver Tragedies, rises from the darkness of the night’s conflicts to the hope of morning light. Isolation is broken as two souls, hand in hand, face a new dawn.
Gold, golden nights
Flailing bright
Like broken whisperings
No one knows
Where did they go?
The morning finds
Us wrapped inside a silent prayer
Remembering that which we just fled hours before
As we climbed our way from the night
In the early dawn of day
Know these dreams are meant to guide us on and on
And this heart will surely rise and breathe,
Breathing life into our love
Tears, burning tears
Falling down
Like silver tragedies
No one knows
Where did they go?
The mourning finds
Them gone and I will always be
Remembering that which we just fled hours before
As we climbed our way to the light
In the early dawn of day...
I was left inside a lonely heart
Thought you’d never, ever see me
Left inside a wanting heart
Thought you’d never, ever feed me
Left inside a broken heart
Somehow you came and slowly freed me
Left inside a dreaming heart
In the early dawn of day…
Crowding the highlands, deserting the coast
A three degree world makes real estate of a boat
The home of your father’s enclosed in blue graves
The heritage of mother’s all but lost beneath the waves
Yesterday’s treasures submerged beyond reach
The floodgates of Gaia opened and unleashed
Water’s the new ground, with houses on stilts
But dead are the deniers who share in this guilt
A three degree world
Can’t get wetter than this
A three degree world
Why even reminisce
Get used to the real world
Where water’s still life
But waves also death
And conveyors of strife
In the days of old Noah God punished the sin
Of humanity’s children in a deluge and din
But who are the sinners this time around
Will consumers and deniers be caught up and drowned
Will we fight for what’s left with no care for brother man
Survival of the fittest, our strategy and plan
But those who do not drown, may yet drown in their greed
As the judgment of gods comes to visit their misdeeds
A three degree world...
And I dreamed I saw swimmers
Far beneath the rolling surf
Were they the new children
Of people who had never tread turf
Never walked upon a meadow
Or run beneath a clear blue sky
Never seen a flower blooming
Or chased a colored butterfly
A three degree world...
We have all been bombarded with information on the impending global climate crisis. Three Degree World is a dystopian take on what could happen if our efforts to curb global warming don't succeed. We admit that we are in no way perfect at living in an environmentally sustainable way, but still feel it to be of great importance to use our music to wake awareness of this issue, as it hangs over us all, threatening the future of our lives and fortunes. We felt it was important that both Hanna and Craig sang this song together, as they represent different generations, nationalities and genders. This is a universal issue and problem that must be met by us all if we are to succeed in the future.
This song has its roots in a critique of our overly stressed and “rush hour” society. Hanna sang an early version of this song for her dear friend and fellow musician Anna Ihlis. She immediately loved the song and insisted on singing it with Hanna. By the time the song was fully recorded, Anna’s whole family had gotten involved. Her father arranged and played the strings and her husband, Are, played the bassoon on this lovely mix of Americana and classical orchestration. Unfortunately the verse citing Shakespeare’s quote about time didn’t make it to the final version. We hope he’s OK with that.
Tick, tick, tock, time flies by
Tick, tick don’t ask me why
Use it well, make it worthwhile
Is what they say
But time’s not real
Wasting, I’m wasting all my time
And time is dear
Chasing, I’m chasing after time
Year after year
Endless years
Tick, tick, tock, time doth flow
Marching forth ever slow
Constantly on it’s way from us
Waits for none,
And slips away
Wasting, I’m wasting all my time
And time is dear
Chasing, I’m chasing after time
Just why is not clear
Just not clear
Tick, tick, tock, month of June
Tick, tick, so late, so soon
Is it noon, or is it harvest moon
Well you tell me, or I’ll tell you
Wasting, I’m wasting all my time
And time is dear
Chasing, I’m chasing after time
Year after year
Wasting, I’m wasting precious time
And missed my fate
Waited, I’ve waited far too long
And now it’s late, far too late
I’m far away,
Far away from here
I am far away
Far away from you
You are the rising sun in the east
You greet sleepy eyes with your smile
Even though clouds cover your eyes
Your smile abides
And with each morning comes
Your special kind of light
You are the tidal waters that rise
You rinse out the shadows of mind
Even though floodgates hinder your way
Your seep your way through
And with each cycle of moon
The cleansing flows
We fall so hard, we cut our knees
Then we get on up, we try to ease
Then trip again and lose all sense of direction
We run so fast, we lose our breath
But we hold each other in our grasps
Then finally we find our way
into the light of morning
Into the light of morning
I am the setting sun in the west
I lose my way when in the dark
Even your beacon shining so bright
Is lost in the night
And though each night descends
Your beam resounds
We fall so hard, we cut our knees...
We are swans ever circling in pairs
We swim circles ‘round in that dance
Even as others watch and rejoice
Our sorrows, our choice
And with each season we fly
Searching again
We fall so hard, we cut our knees...
Well, we are all different, aren't we? If we can learn to rely on each other’s strengths, we can rise above our weakness and failure to reach mutual goals together. We are still going to fall and cut our knees at times but we offer this song as a celebration of all lasting relationships.
A number of years ago we participated in a songwriting event where the goal was to write 20 songs in one day. Song for Jackie was one of the first songs to be written that day. The lyric came to Craig in about 5 minutes, almost, so it seemed, out of nowhere. James Taylor has said that he doesn’t write his songs, but is merely the first person to hear them. That was definitely how it felt. It was as though the lyrics dropped directly out of the sky. The music took about 30 minutes and the song was finished. We love Jackie. We just wish we knew who she really is. We have another song about her in waiting. It is about her life many years down the line. She is like an old friend. We hope you will befriend her too.
Weep for sorrow
Cry for joy
Laugh as though there's no tomorrow
Sing it though it's just a ploy
But the song won't save you
It's not like walking on water
Sing a song for Jackie
Sing a song for yourself
Sing a song that'll raise the dead and pave our way
Grieve for losses
Look for truth
Laugh as though there's no tomorrow
Sing it though you've lost your youth
But the song won't save you
It's not like walking on water
Sing a song for Jackie...
Sing until you've lost all words
Sing until your heart explodes
Let your memories gather here
In joy, in sorrow
Sing a song for Jackie...
Burning in Paradise
Wildfires in Paradise
Lives burned completely to the ground
One last look at your possessions
Only a fool would hang around
Grab what first comes to mind
Never able to turn back the flames
Lost today is gone forever
Are the wind and heat to blame
Burning, burning in Paradise
Burning, burning so bright
Burning in Paradise
Humanity’s desperate plight
How could something so good
Be turned to such evil intent
How could our invention and friend
Be so cruelly distorted and bent
If good is perverted and changed
Does its virtue lose all that was meant
Does the evil grow in proportion
To the change to malevolence
Burning, burning in Paradise
Burning, burning so bright
Burning in Paradise
Humanity’s desperate plight
Burning, burning in Paradise
Our souls consumed in this heat
Burning in Paradise
Humanity’s lost in defeat
How could good go to such waste
How could friend be turned to such a foe
How could beauty be made such an enemy
How could love be dealt such a blow
Rebellion in Paradise
And an angel thrown down to the ground
Beauty turned its back on truth
And sin and evil abound
Burning, burning in Paradise
The devastating wildfires in Paradise, California in the summer of 2018 were the inspiration for this song. The human and material tragedy created by these fires focuses our attention on our possessions and values. Fire has the double roll of being one of our best friends when it warms us and one of our greatest foes when it is out of control. Craig couldn’t resist the parallel to the rebellion in Paradise in the Judeo-Christian story that informs our cultural heritage.
We have watched with growing horror and frustration the march of neo-nazis in our streets and towns here in Sweden. They are still a small and marginalized group but become more emboldened as time passes. What should be our response to this rebirth and expression of hate, prejudice and violence? This song examines the two responses, non-violence and armed struggle and reflects that without the sacrifices made during World War II much would have been lost for generations. Musically, Booted Paces differs from all the other songs on this album, as Hanna accompanies herself on the piano.
We thought this was all in our past
Never to tread down a modern day street
That mankind was immune to this siren
To the call of this terminal beast
Once defeated at so great a cost
Millions of dead can witness our grief
We ought to be eternally immune
Instead of watching you in disbelief
White shirts, black ties, angry faces
A uniform of hate that appalls
They’re marching streets with booted paces
Deniers of history reprimanding us all
Who are these deluded poor souls
Who loathe all we cherish and respect
Where are all the mothers and fathers
To be charged with such child neglect
What sickness can lead to such hate
What calamities forge their dark brows
Whose fault is their seeming delusion
Whose charge, to them truth to endow
Well, Easter has one of the answers
Meeting hate with a love so profound
But without all the millions who offered
Much innocence would be buried in the ground
So give me the answer I search for
Whether to fight or to lay down my life
Is violence or non-violence the answer
Is the solution love or strife
I will meet you with love in the market
I will meet all your hate with respect
I will strive, to see in you the person
Not the conflict and hate you represent
Let my love break down your resistance
Let my caring break down your resolve
Let my example lead you to understanding
May my offer your sins absolve
But arms you may force me to bear
And violence become my routine
May God hold me guiltless for trying
To stop your hatred so obscene
Yet I stand
Beyond your door
Yet I stand here
On the threshing floor
Yet I wait
To be sifted like chaff
Yet I hate
To admit there’s nothing more
There’s nothing more
To be loved
Without demands
To be held here
In your caring hands
To be more
Than the one you left behind
To discover that we are
More than desperately entwined
Woke in the middle of the night
Sleep had fled to a foreign shore
Left me alone to ponder
Left alone I reached for the light
Got up and paced the bedroom floor
Pacing round, to and fro
As this night grieved as so many more
Now I rise
To greet the dawn
Now I’m rising
As though I’m drawn
Refuse to stand outside your door
To be sifted like chaff
Rather wait
Till I reach that distant shore
That distant shore
Songs have a way of portraying the multitude of relationships that play out in this broken and wonderful world of ours. There is certainly an overabundance of songs where someone or both parts gets hurt. Sifted Like Chaff ends on a positive note and a refusal to be mistreated and left behind. Are Lauritzen contributes an amazing sounding solo played on a duduk. Some instrument can truly express sorrow and weeping.
When love goes wrong there are often three people involved and our loves are often complicated and unfathomable. Amidst the pain and heartbreak we long for a refuge of peace. Two Loves is true to the album’s title, BareBones. When we set out to record these songs our ambition was to record them simply, as Two Loves was recorded. We got carried away as we got farther into the recording process. Production was simply too much fun! With the exception of one resounding piano chord, this song is simply Hanna’s voice and guitar.
Two loves
Two colors of joy
Two shades of sorrow
One for each shade of love
Three lives
Entwined together
Three shades of grief
One for each shade of love
And one for each shade of life
Would there be a refuge
A way back to simpler times
A path whose steps can heal
A garden so full of peace
A bed that gives more than rest
And quenches more than thirst
Four days
And I’ve pondered leaving
Pack what’s worth taking
And leave a note on the table
For all
I’d let you get on
The healing cure begins
With a note on the table
Leave a note on the table
Would there be a refuge...
One heart
Is all I command
One call I heed
Only one word would do
One pain
Covers it all
What would be gained?
Only one word would do
I have seen the voice of angels
I have seen the sounds of grace
I have heard an incense burning
Though they never left a trace
I’ve touched a newborn baby
I’ve caressed a love so dear
But the pale farewell to the one I love
Is a tale I will not hear
I have slept through wars a-raging
I have known a song yet unsung
I have read a book never written
Seen hands so grievously wrung
I’ve touched a newborn baby...
I have heard the tale of salvation
I have drunk the wine of gods
I have toasted kings and royalty
I have waged against all odds
Bent and broken
From the very start
Shine so weakly
Oh, my weary heart
And open your floodgates
Reveal your noble arts
I’ve touched a newborn baby...
I have walked the paths of Eden
I’ve traversed a circle of fear
But the pale farewell to the one I love
Is a tale I will not hear
Pale Farewell began as a musical idea to a guitar loop Hanna was experimenting with on classical guitar. The lyric utilizes mixed metaphors that Craig has a love for. The lyrics and music have always felt like folk music and we hope the song gives you the feeling it could have been written several centuries ago.
Hymn for the Night is quite simply what the name implies: it is a hymn and a prayer. It is a universal human experience to feel fear and worry in the night, along with hope in a power greater than ourselves that we can lean on and trust in our darkest hour.
In the waters deep
Cleanse and cover me
In this raging flood
Anchor me
And let me stay
For a while
‘Til morning light
Makes its way
In the tempest wild
Be my rock and shield
In the darkest night
Shine on me
And let me stay
For a while
‘Til all is clear
And revealed
You painted an image of my soul
In black and grey and crimson
The contours are fading into blue
The beating colored ever true
You sketched a tracing of my moods
In yellow, green and orchid
The colors are fading into night
Their hues but lost beyond all sight
You sang a song of great desire
Of azure, jade and silver
Your longing lifted far too soon
Refrain in violet and maroon
You dreamed a vision of our paths
In circles gold and diamond
Wandering midst our loved ones so alight
Their upturned faces smiling bright
You sang a song of great desire...
Though all these colors coalesce to one
As white as winter mountains
You’ve always brought the good to light
Kept all my colors in sight
You sang a song of great desire...
Empty, without your caring hands
Life in shades of grey and black
Had I only seen afar
Given what you’d longed for
Both lyrics and music to this song began as a challenge; lyrically, an attempt to use as many colors as possible and musically to mirror the different colors and moods. Songs have a way of wandering around for the first few stanzas and suddenly revealing themselves for who they are and what they mean by the time they are half finished. So it was with Azure Jade and Silver. This story of love and loss is our conclusion to the album, BareBones, Hanna EnlOf’s musical creation and Craig Stanton Thomas’ lyrics. Thank you for listening!