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Little Swan
03:36
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little swan where have you been
did you fly away beyond the wind
like we said we would when we were young
but all those years have come and gone
like summer clouds just rolling on
but won’t you stay for just another song
she said I don’t wanna stay yet I don’t wanna go
my heart in two makes no difference fot you
I said that empty bottles may shine just like stars
but don’t grant wishes forgive me my heart
but you came back like you said you would
stronger than I have understood
you have done the things I never could
cause I’d stay small and start to crawl
if I should ever come to fall
this world would never see my tracks again
she said I don’t wanna stay yet I don’t wanna go
my heart in two makes no difference for you
I said that empty bottles may shine just like stars
but don’t grant wishes forgive me my heart
the hour is late now little swan
the summer breeze will soon be gone
so spread your wings and learn to fly again
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Well you take your chances and packed away
you were a restless traveler while I’d always stay
like a ghost in the garden where you’ve grown
I’m an aimless wind while you’ve reaped and you’ve sown
Well I aint got nothing I’m running from
but still I’m a-running higher than high
my hands were like shadows waving in the dark
my heart was a blank my soul not a spark of fire
Well the crows now calling me by my name
and I thought that must have been you
but the street lights were just like ghosts in the rain
silently
Now the times we were in tucked away in a bin
with remorse and regret I’m left in between
cause she said I’ll be back just don’t ask me when
well the past she still haunts me the future is late
Now this could be all that we know
of love and hate and joy
so now I’ve come to say exactly what I mean
but I mean so very many things
I mean so many things
Now summer days never seemed so far away
she knew I was late but still asked me to stay
but how could I know what love really means
when I’ve been lost far away in some dream
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Haunted House
04:21
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this old house she moans and creeks
she pulls me from my sleep
and I heard the wildness call
from the wind seeping through the wall
oh how I longed for them stormy hills
but my hearts to awaken still
but I ran out seeking answers in the cold
oh but this story didn’t want to unfold
so now I’m drinking my cold coffee cup
just waiting for the sun to pay up
I reached out for the stars
but the whole sky just fell apart
but you came on to strong
you left me broke and wronged
now I’m searching for my heart among the stones
like some sick hound I’m digging for bones
I’m chasing after shadows in the dark
hoping some day I’ll find a spark
and in the end I’ll make my stand
against their overplayed hand
and watch their feet sink in the sand
oh I’ve come to take their surplus
and I’ve come to ransack and spill
cause my hearts to awaken still
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Fools Gold
04:11
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Wont you please give me a sign, a sign on the road
now that I’ve come to collect all that I’m owed
See I came here to get out, to do more than just get by
I came to test the matter of my heart
But now I’m sitting in the road and I am lost without a trace
with no number or name will you not recognize my face
and all these cruel years they will take my tears
only a fool, only a fool will know
And I came from down this road, and my feet did never slow
to become one among thousand upon that throne
but I don’t know the rules, nor have I any clues
I came seeking fortune, but fortune sees me through
And my straight and narrow course oh how it shifted back and forth
until I lost sight of all that I had planned
and now I’m chasing after ghosts that I’ve only once see glow
only a fool, only a fool will know
And will you know how, to recognize my face
in this awfully big world where I now have no place
cause I may have found some peace, where the willow trees now weep
a place where I can be unburdened in my seek
When I’m searching for fortune in a mansion of silver and gold
treasures this worlds left behind for me to unfold
and the walls are caving in but I’m still in it for the win
only a fool, only a fool will know
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Morning Song
02:44
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Come my dear out from your nest
to hear the birds and wind confess
the buds are bursting in the trees
what once was lost we come to see
Now the plains are lush and green
and the frost-bitten air is fresh and clean
and the flowers paint the meadows blue
all these things that remind me of you
Now I feel my time has come
and what lies beyond knows no moon or sun
just keep your eyes upon the road
wherever you decide to go
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Oskar Strömberg Örnsköldsvik, Sweden
Based in Örnsköldsvik, Sweden, Oskar Strömberg is a singer/songwriter with his musical roots in the americana and indie-folk scene. With an introspective style, he writes sentimental tunes about the endeavors and worries of everyday life, along with an underlying longing for rural escape and the passive peacefulness of nature. ... more
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