“I Am an “earchild” and have not always had the opportunity to enjoy hearing like others have it. Since 2012 I have had hearing aids, which are now my one and everything. I could not work without! I love music and in many genres. I have played guitar since 2011 and am quite happy to make music, but keep in mind that I am a beginner.”
These recordings are from before my time with hearing aids “The Flower Shop” og “Something About”:
This recording (I blame the Rain) is from after, and I think there is a big difference:
Here’s what I’m working on right currently. There is just a little piano on the number here:
I Blame The Rain
I bought a midi keyboard and a microphone just to try singing and playing on a keyboard and maybe also to facilitate the work in FL Studio.
Here are a few projects made in FL Studio:
Senses
Nothing
Medicin
Medicine is a song I am in the process of making together with Ditte, but the lyrics are still missing. Hopefully something will come soon.
So confused
Key: Am – The drums were what I did first, then it became a little interplay between guitar, piano and drums. Later I added violin and bass. Finally, spoken word. I have mastered the track in Ozone (a VST plugin).
I tried to sing “No longer apart, my bleeding heart – Take me back to the start!” but I’m having a hard time with this particular Am so had to leave it out at the end…
VERSE
Visiting you, as my eyes wander your book shelf. I notice this book, “Nothing is certain but doubt itself”. Is it your kind of philosophy, or am I going mad? Questioning everything, and at the end that makes me sad. Standing on the beach, my favorite place on earth. But can’t seem to think, what’sit all worth? On one of the pages there is a picture of us holding hands. But as everything else, it washes away in black sands.
CHORUS
No longer apart, my bleeding heart – Take me back to the start!
VERSE
In despair, I left a letter by your side. So please help me, hoping for you to reply. Sorry is all I can say, and sad it may sound I love you, but I will no longer be around. Please somebody, Pull the curtain for me. Blind as hell, somebody make me see. Nothing more and nothing less. Get me out of this Nothingness.
CHORUS
No longer apart, my bleeding heart – Take me back to the start!
VERSE
Sorry is all I can say, as I fly high on a Cloud. I sail a ship named hope, across a sea called Doubt. Water is my element, is this false or true? Where will the journey end when it began with you? And after all, there is an infection in my mind. Lay as you lay, as confusion can’t be left behind. Nothingness is what I feel – As I am send to the Pit. Now that the book is closed, I hope it was worth it.
Min frygt
Then I finished the project.
Key: D major – This is a newly started project and I am far from finished… Here I will try to write the lyrics first and then compose the music.
VERSE
Når det sidste ord er blevet sagt.
Mit aller sidste, er det.
Min aske er blevet lagt.
Bange for at vær’ det,
Ingen vil vær’.
VERSE
Et vivar af stemmer omkring mig.
Selv om jeg ik’ ka’ li’ det.
Hvad kan det føre med sig?
Bange for at sig’ det,
Ingen vil hør’.
VERSE
Mine tanker er uden grænse.
Udenfor rækkevidde.
Som en speeder uden bremse.
Bange for at bli’ det,
Ingen vil ha’.
Nede under skyggen
Key: A#min
Vers 1:
Små hvide løgne, skjult i plast,
sælger drømme, men til hvilken last?
Lukker øjnene for fred og ro,
men hjertet larmer, går i to.
Taler i koder, hver eneste dråbe,
forvrænger sandhed, gør mig til tåbe.
Bliver til skygge af egne tanker,
dråberne flyder, hjertet banker.
Vers2:
Løfter fra toppen, hugget i sten,
evigt givet, men lastet med mén.
Ar så dybe, som den dybeste rende,
tårerne triller, men hvem er min frænde.
Tomme hænder, men lommer så fulde,
der handles i mørket, som bølger kan rulle.
Hvem betaler prisen, når kassen lukkes,
hvem rejser sig, når lyset nu slukkes?
Omkvæd:
Ned, ned, ned, ned, ned.
Nede under skyggen, der høres et råb,
nede under skyggen, der lever et håb.
Ned, ned, ned, ned, ned!
Sad
Key: Amin
Ekko
Key: Emin
Råber ind i natten, men ingen svarer mig.
Skyggerne de sender, et suk tilba’ fra dig.
En båd uden åre, jeg savner sku da dig.
Det blir’ aldrig det samme, kan ikke finde vej.
Mit liv er et ekko, vi er i samme båd.
Bekvemt er det ikke, derfor ber’ jeg om råd?
Og selv om jeg råber, så høres ej dit svar.
Spøgelse fra fortid, du følger hvor jeg var.
Følger spor af drømme, blod på mine hænder.
Ekko af min længsel, aldrig helt forsvinder.
Længe har du fulgt mig, længe tør det siges.
Ekko har du snydt mig? Skal vor’ veje skilles?
Kontrast til min hvisken, mit ekko stilner hen.
Følges til det sidste, min allerbedste ven.
Når jeg prøver at ti’, så lever du endnu.
Et spejl af ensomhed, jeg kan ej flygte nu.
Drowning
I picked up a stone, it felt right,
A comfort I’d carry through the day.
It made its surface catch the light,
That stone grew heavier along the way.
Kept it in my pocket to feel calm,
I believed it would help me through.
The more I squeezed it in my palm,
It pulled me from a clear view.
The promises I’d keep some time,
The breaths I never seemed to find.
It once felt like a quiet piece of time,
The stone I chose to carry drowns my mind.
The stone keeps sinking, pulls at my sleeve,
Made of all the moments, I forgot to breathe.
The stone keeps sinking, deeper as i drown,
The weight I carried, it pulled me down.
For my Demons
My demons rise when I feed fear,
they pull me from my way.
My strength appears when I stay clear,
it guides me through the day.
The dark speaks loud with heavy lies,
it tries to take the lead.
The light stands firm with open skies,
it grows from what I feed.
Each step I take becomes my choice,
it shapes the path I see.
Each thought I hold becomes my voice,
it builds who I will be.
To walk ahead with steady mind,
And choose the truth I use.
I leave the weaker self behind,
I grow because I choose.
Disse Tomme Vægge
De står og venter på det sidste bifald,
men tavse som graven og efterladt affald.
Disse blikke der flakker i det grå,
ser kun det mørke som bliver ved med at stå.
Sprækkerne åbner sig som gemte sår,
der hvisker om alt det vi ikke forstår.
Et menneskesyn falmer i den kolde dis,
tankerne går i stå og fryser til is.
Rummet er tungt som kvalte skrig,
fyldt af alt det vi aldrig slap fri.
Og væggene står som døde skygger,
som sandheder så sorte og ingen der lytter.
Men de gemmer på mange mørke dage,
på sandheder vi ikke længere kan tage.
Det kunne blive som et ekko uden hale,
hvis disse vægge egentlig kunne tale.
