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Can’t turn the troops and let your hopes be withdrawn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.
