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Gagnef Girl
02:59
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GAGNEF GIRL by Ann-Sofie Jonsson
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
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Stockholm
02:52
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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
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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
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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
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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 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
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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…
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Rise with the River
04:53
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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
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Leaving Carolina
03:59
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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...
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Haul Away
02:53
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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
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Through the Pines
03:24
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13. |
Barley and Grape Rag
02:28
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John Mitchell & Sofie Jonsson Sälen, Sweden
John Mitchell from Scotland and Sofie Jonsson from Sweden have built their own unique, acoustic sound on a firm foundation
of Scottish, American, and Swedish folk music.
We won the "best live show" category at the Dalecarlia Music Awards 2017.
Our song Gagnef Girl reached no 37 on Spotify's playlist Sweden Viral 50 in December 2018.
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