Oh, You Said It Felt Like When You Learned To Float (Weightless Again)
Sunday, 12th October 2014.
Yeas Say Yea And Nays Say Nay (Underground Oslo)
Saturday, 13th September 2014. Nationaltheateret, en route to Edinburgh.
Raindrops Falling On You, It’s Time You Knew (Little Girl Blue)
Thursday, 28th August 2014.
and inside Chet Baker’s singing some September Song. it’s all Little Girl Blue and Amsterdam is not somewhere to be, and Chet is still holding on to his horn and those raindrops that never fell. it’s just a trumpet and that sound and a Jazz James Dean and his voice and a horn and that Jazz James Dean
like moonshine whiskey and a hillbilly wife (Guitar Town)
so this feels like an 80ies summer again, and
I’m riding my Apache-bike and wearing aviators and a Chevrolet-cap, and J’s dad makes moonshine whiskey down below. he plays the guitar, Creedence, obviously, Who’ll Stop The Rain, and he’s drunk and says he hates Johnny Cash and J and me have played Highwayman over and over and cannot understand why, but J’s dad says no, Johnny Cash just stands there and sings about people in prison and there’s no energy and he’s drunk on moonshine and picks up his guitar and starts singing an old Creedence song again, and there’s no way his wife cannot tell, even if she came from some hillbilly town in Eastern Norway and married a truck driver from Stavanger, a skeet shooter and duck hunter, and she has great tits like all moms back then and works as a cleaning lady at our school and doesn’t mind that her husband pours me moonshine as long as J doesn’t get any
and one day she opens the door topless, she was younger then than I am now
and this feels like an 80ies summer again
like moonshine whiskey and a hillbilly wife with great tits
and Steve Earle and Creedence Clearwater Revival
and a bike and a Chevrolet-cap and a great pair of tits
(I Tell Her Just For Kicks) And She Shuts Down And Says No
and everytime I tell her uncle Osvald played the trumpet and was a bandleader and played for kicks she shuts down and says no, Osvald wasn’t a musician, he was an engineeer and chief and worked below deck and never showed himself upstairs, not even on shore leave, and I don’t care if he sailed from Stavanger, Norway to New York and back again, he didn’t play the trumpet, he was an engineer and a chief and worked below deck, and I say OK mom, he was an engineer and didn’t play for the cruisers and stayed down all the time, and I love you, mom, but come on, he played the trumpet, and knew how to jump and shout when that bottle felt empty, and
Oh, And You Take On The Dreams Of The Ones Who Slept There
Monday, 28th April 2014. Drammen Rock City.
Oh, Those Shadows That Climb (Open A Door Lit With Forgotten Light)
Wednesday, 9th April 2014.
Oh, Where Girls In White Nightgowns Wander Barefoot In Their Sleep
Saturday, 5th April 2014.
And Then She Screams “A Feast Of Snakes” (It’s Just A Feast, Captain!)
Tuesday, 1st April 2014.
Oh, Probably The Best Burgers East Of Nashville (Fat Chance! )
Thursday, 6th February 2014.
Oh, Show Me The Way To The Next Whisky Bar (Transit, Terminus)
Friday, 18th October 2013.
Even If I Got A Big Dick I Piss Like A Race Horse (Welcome)
Saturday, 28th September 2013.
Eg Kallar Det “Major Software Problems (Ay, Sjå Opp)”
skaldekunsten har alltid låge hjartet mitt nær, så i høve dei alvorlege mjukvare-problema mine har eg skrive eit dikt. eg kallar det “Major Software Problems (Ay, Sjå Opp)”:
Somebody, Instead Of A Bum (Normand Prosper)
Saturday, 19th January 2013.
he never knew it was going to be all like this. he was born somewhere else, and always wanted to be a prizefighter and never knew he was going to be a bum.
He Just Played “Blue Bayou” For The Drunks Every Night (Juicyfied)
Saturday, 12th January 2013.
he never knew it was all going to be like this. he was born somewhere else, and never knew he was going to be a king.
Swing With Me Baby, All Through The Night (Nattland)
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Saturday, 5th January 2013.
Innocent When We Dream (But Fuck It, We’re Rain Dogs)
Wednesday, 26th December 2012. Stavanger.
Kompani K: Onkel Osvalds Orkester, Spelar Til Dans 
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