Astrid Swan

Astrid Swan

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A woman making noise while deviating from the path that may have been a straight line.

Biography

Astrid Swan's new album Better Than Wages came out in Finland in September 2009.
More European releases for the album are scheduled for early 2010.
On her third album Swan has formed herself a band: The Drunk Lovers. The album is made of 11 delicious pop songs á la Blondie but with a lo-fi twist. Seeing Astrid Swan & The Drunk Lovers live is to experience a dangerous and fun rock show. You can forget about singer/songwriters for a while!

Astrid Swan released her second album through Finnish label Johanna Kustannus in February 2008. The album titled Spartan Picnic shows Swan moving in edgier, tougher sound terrains, whilst taking her songwriting in new uncompromized areas. Spartan Picnic is an album heavy in dislocated rhythms and prickly lyrics. Spartan Picnic was also released in Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Holland, Sweden and Norway in 2008.

Astrid Swan’s debut album Poverina was released in Finland in 2005, and in the USA in May 2007 by Minty Fresh Records.
Poverina established Astrid Swan as a major talent in both territories:
Popmatters described Astrid Swan as the first Finnish woman of song.

Amplifier magazine:
“Poverina is a beautifully surreal and intensely imaginative album. Unlike many modern day recordings, Poverina’s construction has an old-fashioned class and sophistication that is unrivalled.”
3 Hive:
“It’s something lovely, if heartbreaking, if totally intoxicating.”

Since the Finnish release of Poverina Astrid Swan has also performed in the USA on a regular basis with multiple shows in LA, New York, Chicago, and Austin, as well as in Canada.

Last September Minty Fresh Records released the single “When You Were Young”, a live recording of the Killers track, (originally made for USA radio) which immediately became a hit with the blogging communities in the USA, the single being posted on over 40 blogs, and raising Astrid Swan’s profile in the global blogosphere.

Lyrics

Your Bitches

Written By: Astrid Swan

you always pick the ones
with really tidy hair
who have nothing much to say
except ‘when can we go home’
‘I wanna cook for you’
‘I’ll make you feel young’
‘I wanna make you healthy’
although, when she makes love
she’s quiet as a mouse…

sometimes you gotta go out
to drink and to smoke
and to do bad things
to flirt with the girls in short miniskirts
you burp and you puke
and you sleep on the sofa with your shoes on

wonder what she sees in you then?

you always pick the ones
with schedules and gym cards
who get drunk just once a year
and hardly ever curse
yeah, you always pick the ones
who get on with everyone
and if they don’t like me
they will never ever come clean
so just shut up
come on, shut up

so that we can go out:
to drink and to smoke
to do bad things
to flirt with the girls in those short miniskirts
oh, you burp and you puke
you sleep on the sofa with your shoes on
yeah, you drink and you smoke
and you flirt with any kinda girl with any kinda skirt on
yeah, you burp and you puke
and you sleep on the sofa with your shoes on

wonder what she sees in you then?


Blooms

Written By: Astrid Swan

I wanna hurt you now
to be sure that I can still
bring about a feeling
crack your walls
and hurt you now

cause I can’t kiss you now
my lips no longer wander
they’ve forgotten you
yet, I wanna move you
or pin you down

Oh, darling
I’m mad
red blooms flower
and I hate you

What would hurt you then
would you let me know that
if I broke your every bone
or beat your soul
would you feel the pain

Oh, darling
I’m mad
red blooms flower
and I hate you

Status Update

Written By: Astrid Swan

what we share is nostalgia
for bad habits
together we begin smoking
for the love of Us
knowing this much is lost
with the other one gone
I can’t take a second more
of your loyalty

These should be the last drags of our old love
but it’s hard to let go
when nothing’s wrong enough

I don’t recall ever being this close to the edge
of deleting you from my profile
and changing my status
knowing this makes it public
then we probably can’t go back
for fear of looking like losers
who can’t break up

These should be the last drags of our old love
but it’s hard to let go
when nothing’s wrong enough

These should be the last drags of our old love
but it’s hard to let go
when nothing’s wrong enough

what we share is older than our virtual reality
Where certain darkness stays away
until it’s a fact
maybe the best part of quitting is
the chance of starting all over
we’re the only ones who care where we first met

These should be the last drags of our old love
but it’s hard to let go
when nothing’s wrong enough


Unrelated

Written By: Astrid Swan

my brother is a gourmet microwave cook
I’m a credit card trickster
we never shared the same room
or even home
and the blood in our veins
is unrelated

my brother speaks the language
of machines and crooks
I have lesbian hands
that like to touch each other
we never shared the same bed
or even table
we have rules for the bathroom
cause we’re so unrelated

unrelated
unrelated
unrelated

on our first date he speaks of only himself
and I don’t even mind
I’m so mesmerized by the way he says
his own name like he was
In love with himself

unrelated
unrelated
unrelated

my brother shakes the hands of important men
while the look on his face
is so 1951
makes you wanna trust him
makes me wanna love him
but what can I do when we’re so
unrelated

unrelated
unrelated
unrelated


2000–2010 (I'm not even 30)

Written By: Astrid Swan

where are our flat bellies
where are those jeans that used to look perfect
where are those girls’ nights out
where are the mornings & 8o’clock cigarettes

where are those phone calls
accounting for the bad dates
where are those guys who
used to think we were fun

where are those high heels
that made me a good dancer
the pity of the ladies
who thought they knew better
cause they were so much older
born in the 70s

where are those boys who
used to think we were cool
where are those guys who
used to think we were too young

I’m not 30
and I sleep before 10
I’m not even 30
and I sleep before midnight

where are those club nights
seeing all the new bands The Rollstons, the White Stripes
and eating nothing
putting all our change towards
coffee and cigarettes

where are those boys who
used to treat us like shit
where are those guys who
used to think we were dumb

I’m not 30
and I sleep before 10
I’m not even 30
and I sleep before midnight


Finland in November

Written By: Astrid Swan

In Sweden they were good to me
they liked my style
In Stockholm you can speak English
they don’t care

In Berlin I felt safe
they thought I was cool
the old signs of atrocities
stood in place with new graffiti

home, can we move home
anywhere
but here

you scare me you bore me
you threaten me with violence
I never know what day it is in here
why all the faces are void of expression
there’s no happiness in small things
on November mornings

In New York I’m breathless
sometimes voiceless
but never out of place
they comment on my accent
when they pass their business cards
I’m the Blond
and they invented democracy

home, can we move home
anywhere
but here

In France I could eat breakfast all day
and be a smoker all my life
and I don’t even mind
the strip-me-naked eye
that lingers on my thigh

home, can we make home
anywhere
but here

you scare me you bore me
you threaten me with violence
I never know what day it is in here
why all the faces are void of expression
there’s no happiness in small things
on November mornings

Finland in November
Finland in November
Finland in November
Finland in November


Goodbye/Goodnight

Written By: Astrid Swan

seeing that look on your face
I know we’re finally here
it’s a goodbye a goodbye
it’s a goodbye a goodbye

to the one who went too far by mistake
and can’t crawl back to the start

I’m losing myself to this night
I’m losing your love in the darkness
it’s a goodnight a goodnight
it’s a goodnight a goodnight

to the one who went to sleep alone
and the tears on his cheeks
shine like stars

So when it finally ends
We all wish it could be beautiful
but what if I can’t say
what if I can’t say it so

goodbye
goodnight
goodbye
goodnight

Misfit

Written By: Astrid Swan

There's a general expectation
hovering without face
'sing lines that will blast your image
excavate a sin'
'contradict the face with the voice'
prove you shall find a goddess within

The company of cowboys
or the love of wooden men
cannot save the hibernating
beauty queen again
sailing on the right side of the left
your worst crime isn't the theft
of some small heart

Marilyn is dead
beyond resurrection
Marilyn is dead in me
beyond resurrection

I've been trying to find a cure for vanity so long
Clint Eastwood is 79
and he's holding that gun again
to contradict himself once more
to prove you still have
Dirty Harry within

Marilyn is dead
beyond resurrection
Marilyn is dead in me
beyond resurrection

When I Was Taken and I Didn't Care

Written By: Astrid Swan

front door open and we’re moving again
here’s to hoping there’s no collision
with you

there’s no such thing here as two friends
on the road
there’s no such thing here
as lovers and their boat
with you

I admit I like you
but you don’t even have a heart
I admit I like you
but you don’t even have a heart

If you don’t see me it’s your loss
I’m just fighting for my cause
you may guess

your sideways glance is way too late
there’s no such thing here
as ‘come back in ten years’
with you

I admit I like you
but you don’t even have a heart
I admit I like you
but you don’t even know how to start

you preferred me
when I was taken and I didn’t care
I preferred you
when you were single but you didn’t dare
you preferred me
when I was single but I wouldn’t share
I prefer you
when you’re far and you don’t stare
when you’re far and you don’t stare
when you’re far and you don’t stare
when you’re far and you don’t stare


Waitress' Song

Written By: Astrid Swan

On the first Friday off duty
the fireman died in a hallway staircase
you became a drunk
and a pregnant woman
you became an endless party
of one

you can cry, you can cry, you can cry cry cry
but you’re never gonna find
that place again
where love felt like it was pure and unspoiled
it’s just gone

you came from money and you were a beauty
even in your waitress’ dress you played the Queen
in a bigger city with the cool cruel people
you thought you could drown in anonymity

you can try, you can try, you can try try try
but you’re never gonna find
that place again
where love felt like it was pure and unspoiled
it’s just gone

So, you tried on faces, never showed your son
what lay underneath the ‘happy mom’
he became aloof in a brilliant manner
you remain a distant porcelain mom

sure, you cry, yeah, you cry, oh, you cry cry cry
but you’re never gonna play
that game again
where love felt like it was pure and unspoiled
it’s just gone

The Little You Give

Written By: Astrid Swan

I have learnt two things from you
never to tell exactly what’s on my mind
and never to lie

I have said two things to you
always to say precisely what you feel
and never to die

I
don’t know why
we’re still dancing
around the table
I
don’t know why
we still hold on
to that old refrain:

‘And I accept the little you give
between the lies and the day that you die’

I have kept two things from you
they will forever remain unsaid
and you won’t be hurt

I have sung these words to you
when you had Crooked Rain on so loud
we both thought we were in
Pavement

I
don’t know why
we’re still holding
onto that same old song
I
don’t know why
we still dance
around the table
I
don’t know why
we still hold on
to that same refrain:

‘And I accept the little you give
between the lies and the day that you die’


Hands Tied

Written By: Astrid Swan

the curtains are still drawn
It must be mid-day
you don’t wanna see the sun
it’s cloudy anyway

breaking up with someone
is better than all alone
waiting for a phone call
when the phone’s not on
is lonely

I never promised
but I let myself down
maybe it’s cause I’m tired
of trying to be something

breaking up with someone
is better than all alone
waiting for a phone call
when the phone’s not on
is lonely

you should have warned me
I should have let you in
you should have stayed
when I was sleeping

breaking up with someone
is better than all alone
waiting for a phone call
when the phone’s not on
is lonely
oh, it’s lonely

you left me with nothing
but my hands tied


Discography

-Better Than Wages 2009
in Finland
-Spartan Picnic 2008 in Finland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Holland, Sweden and Norway (album) (Johanna Kustannus)
-Poverina 2007 in North America (album)(Minty Fresh Records)
-"When You Were Young" cover version of the Killers track, live on The Current (download single)
-Poverina 2005 in Finland (album)