Leap Over Light

Leap Over Light

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An airy female voice lingers above a foundation of crackling noise and metallic decay. A minimalistic guitar joins in with harmonies of dreams and longing. A coy clarinet interrupts the soundscape from time to time, while a sinister cello adds a mournful darkness. The music is never tempered or in between, but always attempting to conjoin the opposites – whether it being the forceful with the fragile, the earth bound with the ethereal or the ironical with the serious. We tell stories about beau

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Howl At The Sun

Written By: Julie Aagaard


All the fruits are ripe
But no one will pick them
Cause we´re all waiting
For something better
Before autumn leaps
Into desperation
And all the leaves
Will take us down

Stare into the light
Till it burns holes in your souls
Sunstroke and
Drunk and cold
We fake our way
Through self-indulgent charity
We look good
Before we´re old

Howl at the sun

Chase eternal orgasms
Of victory
The draft
Will hit our deserts
Through doors
We´ve opened
That no one dares to pass through
Future is so bright – it hurts

Howl at the sun

Wild Oak

Written By: Julie Aagaard

Your hands are like parchment paper
Dark and crackling in the sun
I really don’t want to stay
But you seem to have your fun
Cause you keep telling stories
Filling in the black holes of your mind
With half truths and ancient glories
Of the exact and lexical kind

A rough and weathered wild oak
Toughened by the times
Weakened by a heartache
But just for me to climb
A weak and battered tree stump
An excuse for himself
Nowhere for me to lean on
And the roots are by themselves

You used to know everything
And I used to be so proud
Now I just really hate your mutter
A giant mushroom cloud
And I am full of thunder
And you have no idea
So sickened by the delight
You take in tedious routine

A rough and weathered wild oak
Toughened by the times
Weakened by a heartache
But just for me to climb
A weak and battered tree stump
An excuse for himself
Nowhere for me to lean on
And the roots are by themselves

No you´re not foolish
I refuse to accept
The smartest man alive
Will soon my name forget
Don’t forget

Your hands are like parchment paper
Dark and crackling in the sun
I really want you to stay
But you seem to have your fun
Your fun, your fun

We Hang a Lot

Written By: Julie Aagaard

We ate, and drank, and smoked, and said to much
We hung around through the night till the sun came up
And you called me a whore and you offered me some wine
And I wasn’t sure if you were joking so I smiled

We hang a lot

We played a game of truth and dare and you got me
I clapped my hands and didn’t know why when you climbed this tree
And I wasn’t sure if you did that to impress me
And I surprised myself when I imagined you´d undress me

We hang a lot
We hang around

You told me I was beautiful with my hair down
The cruelest things you say come out like music – you sound
Like a rusty, old, weathered, cynical buffoon
I forgive your lack of faith and I forgive the moon

We hang a lot
We hang around

We found these two chairs just standing in the middle of a field
And it was strange, but we sat down like our wounds had healed
And we didn’t kiss, but we wanted to
And we never will, but I know we´ll hang again soon …