WHITE WOODS

Can you see them with your eyes not open yet?
They're appearing just a little way ahead
See them in my drawing of you saying yes
If you say yes
Will you come with me and find the reasons growing there?

Come into the white woods
Rebellion and strange hoods
Or I will wonder where you are
I don't watch your paradise - so far

Will we see them at the turning of the time?
If it’s in your hands and mine
Do they know how to find us here?

Come into the white woods
The growing of worldly goods
And you will see the morning star

Come into the white woods
Rebellion and strange hoods
Or I will wonder where you are
I don't watch your paradise - so far


ISLAND

In our desert of
Strangely woven green
Will we get enough?
Of the unseen
In a sense I am
An island to you
Will you swallow time?
Parted, not glued

Can I kick something now?
Can I be here somehow?
Get divided in vain
Should you always abstain?

So why are you here - for love?
Strangely woven flames
Will we get enough?
Silence strokes our names
In a sense you are
An island to me
Will I swallow time?
Under our borrowed tree

Can I kick something now?
Can I be here somehow?
Get divided in vain
Should you always abstain?
And I know this is good
And I know that you should
Still this lingering fight
Always sleeps by my side

So let me lay down in the lying moon
It won’t do no harm
Just until it will softly swoon
Withering, evaporating


LILY'S EYES

You say it’s time for moving on, pass the winter days
Gather the wishes that were left on the lawn - but
I know you’re haunted by her smile, her vanilla ways
Can’t turn the troops and let your hopes be withdrawn
They’re all in favour of the girl that is gone

Maybe she ran away not knowing where else to go
Hoping that she would make fantasy flight - and you know
They found no traces of her, no letters, even so
Still think you’ll see her on a warm summer night
And you go on believing she’s still alive

Out there catching fireflies
You will look for Lily’s eyes

Pages of blue in books of unfinished fairy tales
Memories of more than one entangling glance – she’d show you
Sundays of silly games and trying not to exhale
Can’t seem to forget how she joked, did her dance
So you go on believing there’s still a chance

Out there catching fireflies
You will look for Lily’s eyes
Yes out there catching fireflies
You’ll still look for Lily’s eyes - and hope that they still shine


NO ONE

I'm no one and I'm no one's
I live in an empty house
Outrageous and contagious
Full of hollow things

The ghost of my soap is haunting me
The ghost of my bed is haunting me
The ghost of my intentions is haunting me
As yours seem not to be
And I sing, and I sing, and I sing this song
To no one

I am you and I am yours
I live in a cupid castle
Divided and delighted
Full of heavenly things

The love of my soap is haunting me
The love of my bed is haunting me
The love of my intentions is haunting me
As yours seem to be
And I sing, and I sing, and I sing this song
To you


PLAY THE PART

Light stroke
We drove
So very far

Into the
Out of the
Pale woods ajar

And now you see me hypnotized
I’m getting wet before my eyes
Invisible inside your heart
I’ll wear the dress, I’ll play the part - of desire

Eyes wide
Foresight
We went so far

Into the
Out of the
Pale woods ajar

And now you see me hypnotized
I’m getting wet before my eyes
Invisible inside your heart
I’ll wear the dress, I’ll play the part

See me walking into distress
I'll be anything you obsess
Waiting for my true surrender
Howling to the twisted tender you


OCEAN

So where is my blue now?
Surrendering night of a falling tide
I gave myself the best I could

To where do we drift now?
And did you get what you wanted to?
I saved your smile in my seashell – ‘cause

Thought I could come swim in your ocean, boy
And thought that maybe you could play my song
But boy, I think that you’re in the Atlantic
And I’m in the Pacific if I’m not wrong

We go to the shores now
You follow me like dark follows dawn
Suspensive skies are passing by - still

And I will run away to the lights
I can see the moon
And even if you're standing right behind me
You can’t come along, come along
No, you can’t come along

Thought I could come swim in your ocean, boy
And thought that maybe you could play my song
But boy, I think that you’re in the Atlantic
And I’m in the Pacific if I’m not wrong


NEPTUNE MOON

In Amphitrite’s garden
There is a lamppost on the sand floor
Eyes that reach for its transparent light
Bluish beams forever so bright

In a September morning
Out bathing in the Sub Sun
Striding hands through my trawl sea nymph hair
Growing tales – delightful despair

See you soon my Neptune moon
See you soon my Neptune moon
Pale perfume my Neptune moon
Swirling soon my Neptune moon
Sister T of waves in tune

Octopus searching for sub seven wonders
Hexacoralia grows five floors under
My little square with my trident true treasures
Hiding a pair of my only pink pleasures

See you soon my Neptune moon
See you soon my Neptune moon
Pale perfume my Neptune moon
Swirling soon my Neptune moon
Sister T of wants in tune

And I go round to see her
In trails of marmalade sky


BLUE BOAT

If we’re sailing out
In your little blue boat
You at the starboard
I will look out

If we pass the point
See the northern shores there
You at my side - sure
I might give in

And if we cross the line
To another hemisphere
You will not sail me back
I may not see land again


TWINKLE IN TIME

It's a twinkle in time that just goes in and out of nowhere dancing
It's a colour of mine that leaves me on this road, insists on something
I never thought I would see here tonight

It's the moment where I could just forget about you - all of you
It's a twinkling thought of all things that's only passing through and
All - of the endlessness of time I can let go

It's the bombs you could throw and I just couldn't care much less about it
It's a sparkle that draws me in so sweetly, nothing's real without it
I am all the world, the night is so divine


WOOLLY BLUE CURLS FOR KYLE

In golden seas the light is gorgeous, I do feel alive
For I see a beauty
And she will be Ike and everybody’s heroine
And mine – yes she will be mine too
Sometimes we’re all you
The things she’ll see
And I pull it out of all my needlework
And she will be the goal and tie of my needlework
And she will be the proof
Of a future and the ideas there
She will be everybody’s heroine, my heroine
‘Cause she’s a beauty
She’s a beauty
And I see her on the great wall
With her Woolly Blue Curls for Kyle
For Kyle that brought her here
They made us fear everywhere else
But where she is
‘Cause flowers won’t grow without her


AMARANTH

I’m afraid of the transition, you say
On any given day
They’ll close my eyes but leave a light

Lime, emerald or mossy morass
What colour is the grass?
If it’s growing on the other side

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

And according to Mr D
The mind is just connected corporeally
In one mysterious little gland

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

Flesh and blood
My flesh and blood

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

You might marry Saint Peter at the gate
And be queen of the heavenly keys’ fate
Or you’ll bathe in wild rivers of honey
Drinking wine, being forever 33
All songs written, recorded and produced by Anna Rosenkilde

Anna Rosenkilde: Vocals, piano, Rhodes, Wurlitzer, mellotron, synths, organ, guitars, percussion, drum programming, glockenspiel, harmonica, glass and found sounds.

With Rasmus Jusjong playing drums, Henrik Marstal playing auto harp on Amaranth, Morten Bue playing shaker on Play the Part and Mikkel Engell, Christian Achton Friis, Morten Jaeger, Anna Lidell, Eva-Louise Rønnevig and Pernille Louise Sejlund singing choir on Amaranth.

Mixed and mastered by Morten Bue at Orange Orchid Studio

Recorded at Studio 54 - drums recorded at Jr Suite

Artwork by Marianne & Robin - and Anna

Thanks to the musicians: Rasmus, Henrik, Pernille, Eva, Anna, Morten, Christian and Mikkel and to Morten, Frederik, Marianne, Marlene, Astrid, Neill, Søs, Kristoffer, Agnes, Allan, Flemming, friends and family and all who listened and helped.

Thanks to DMF, DAF and DJBFA for support.