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JuXta Home
03:39
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I gather with my friends
To see the sun burn down the hinterlands
Oh, come saturday night
Oh, come saturday night
In the hinterlands something lost is found
We could feel it there, burried in the ground
You can spend your life walking down its road
But you'll allways find yourself juxta home
I like to go where I never can stay
Like to feel what I cannot keep
True gold is the kind you can't hold
True love, who you cannot meet
So we all lit a little fire inside our hearts,
just to keep them warm
And that's never wrong, It's just Juxta Home
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Ode
05:25
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Vindens sagor, som går genom gyllne ängar, går aldrig hem.
Över gamla, igenvuxna sommarstugor, far skymningen.
Rymden sjunger, det brinner i himlavalvet, en evig eld.
Om jag kunde, så skänkte jag själva livet, det är jag ändå skyldig dig.
La lala la.
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3. |
Junglemonger
06:00
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4. |
Över Myren
06:11
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5. |
Trolltider
05:36
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Rot och Gren
05:06
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Kom, kom, kom, jag kan visa dig vägen hem.
Spring, spring, spring, bort från staden, spring till skogs igen.
Över rot och sten trillar människoben.
Men bäddas ned utav rot och gren.
Kom, kom, kom, låt mig visa dig hem igen.
Kom, kom, kom, jag kan visa dig vägen hem.
Spring, spring, spring, bort från staden, spring till skogs igen.
Över rot och sten trillar människoben.
Men bäddas ned utav rot och gren.
Kom, kom, kom, låt mig visa dig hem igen.
Vila vid min stam, lilla människa.
Stanna tills hjärtat fylls av kåda.
Längre ner i jordens mörka famn.
Djupt ut i skogen, evigt sova.
Vila vid min stam, lilla människa.
Stanna tills hjärtat fylls av kåda.
Längre ner i jordens mörka famn.
Djupt ut i skogen, evigt sova.
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7. |
Indian Meteor Dance
05:58
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8. |
Lemon Land
05:31
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9. |
At the Blue Casket
04:08
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10. |
My Glassjar
03:49
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I keep my memories
In a glassjar.
I keep the smell of summer grass.
I keep it safe from the days that pass.
All my life.
Years to come by, years to go by.
In my glassjar, there is no time.
I will save us, from decaying.
In my glassjar, we'll be hiding.
And when the sun comes I'll open it again
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Himlakropp Karlstad, Sweden
I believe music is a space, with heigth, length, depth and width. So I decided to make my own environments for us to visit. Just tune in and drop by.
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