Lyrics by Anna Sköld

Jag är hela universum
Inifrån och ut
Men jag tror inte att du förstår
Mig och mina svarta hål

Jag har en himlakropp som förefaller sakta ner
Med märkliga effekter som du inte borde se
Utan bestämd mängd egentid och lite fritt jävla fall
Rubbar jag lagar du trodde på kallt

Ingenting förbliver i min händelsehorisont
Jag lovar och svär, det stannar inte där
Inget är förlorat, jag har bara tagit allt
till en ny dimension

Jag är hela universum
Jag har sagt det förut
Jag speglar dig i mig, som i ett omvänt kalejdoskop.
Jag förtrollar och förtär med mina former och färger
Men bara så du vet, jag är mörk materia me

Jag har mina cykler.
Det är ingenting nytt.
Jag demolerar här bakom din rygg.
För jag lovade dig att aldrig sluta förvåna, titta in i ljuset, glöm bort allting hashtag amnesi

”Men jag är, vad du än säger att jag är
Om jag inte vore det, skulle du då säga det?”
”Men jag är, vad du än säger att jag är
Om jag inte vore det, skulle du då säga det?”

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

I’ve been looking for a savior
An external source of power
A handsome guy with a magical handshake
He’ll turn my water into wine

I don’t wanna put the blame on Jesus
But he really fucked me up
Crucified for good behavior
a bad role model in disguise

“You’re gonna suffer for your powers, (they said)
you’re gonna bleed cause you’re divine
I know it’s a heavy cross to carry
but it’s a fast lane to cloud nine”

“Besides we like your story-telling
Don’t mind your background, we’ll edit it out
You’ll be an unforgettable message
Step into your power and we’ll take you out”

I don’t want to put the blame on Jesus
Cause there was a thousand other guys in line
Who’d hype the virtues and the vices
If Jesus wouldn’t have the spirit or time

But if I had a one-on-one with Jesus
In the sunset on a mountain top
I’d be sharing a daunting secret
You don’t have to suffer for anyone

You can’t pay off my carmic debts man
No not even with your life
Telling me I am a sinner
Who needs forgiveness is a freaking lie

They’ve been using you to gain power
Is this really what you want to do?
If you want your story to inspire
Better start telling your truth

If I put my blame on Jesus
I’d still be giving my power away
And I’m on a detox from self-judgment
So I’ll choose compassion instead of blame

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

If I had a daughter, I’d call her Grace
If I had a daughter, I’d bet she’d have my face
If I had a daughter, I’d tell her the same thing that I tell my boys
Find your own voice

If I had a daughter, I’d tell her to play
and never quit playing, no matter what people might say
If I had a daughter I’d tell the same thing I tell myself
Never put your dreams on the shelf

If I had a daughter, I’d let her be
so she’d know she’s here for her own sake and not to please me
If I had a daughter I’d tell her the same thing William said to you
to thine own self be true

If I had a daughter, I’d say you can’t get it wrong
Sing it anyway that you like, ’cause it’s your own song
If I had a daughter, I’d tell her the same thing that I tell my friends
Life never ends

So don’t hurry. Don’t worry. Everything is alright.
But don’t believe in me. Trust you self emotionally

If I had a daughter I’d let her see
the creative and powerful force that resides within me
If I had a daughter I’d explain there’s no single reality
So choose your thoughts carefully

(I’d tell her) Anything you do out of love, I’ll support it
Anything you do out of fear, I will be there
I’ll give you resistance
I’ll be your mirror

’cause it’s supposed to be easy
It’s supposed to be fun
And if ain’t pleasin’
you’re free to run
but you’ll be taking yourself with you wherever you go
this you just got to know

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

I used to live by the sea.

I used to live inside of me.

I used to live. Period.

I try to laugh for no reason

cause I ain’t got no reason to laugh

but I try. Period.

One timber falling and no one can hear.

Not even me and I hold the chainsaw.

Only a small breeze touches these leaves.

When the branches are numbed,

are they numbed? Question mark. Question mark.

I easily fall off my tree

especially when I have my fucking period.

This song won’t listen to any kind of instruction.

Won’t abide to the rules of rhyme.

I wish this tree could grow as liberally as this song.

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

I got a fullsized black horse
standing in my display window
For one reason he is in my home
for joy, for joy

So I named him Joy
Black Joy
He is a beauty
in plastic

I named him Joy
Black Joy
and I got to borrow him
for a while

A good friend made the effort
to arrange the horse’s coming
For no other reason
than to bring me joy, to bring me joy

He is a quiet horse
with no needs
Oh he is a quiet horse indeed
but he makes the people who pass by, smile

They say God is in the detailjs
I say God is everywhere
What may seem like a hollow matter
might turn out to be profound

In my kitchen there’s a colletion
of colorful finish coffecups
I threw out all the black and white ones,
cause the color’s bring me joy

They bring me joy
They bring me joy
Them colors, they bring me joy

They bring me joy
They bring me joy
Them colors, they bring me joy

I am changing my way of thinking
I am choosing a better-feeling thought.
I engage in my dreamwork
cause the dreaming brings me joy

It brings be joy
It brings me joy
Dreaming brings me joy

Wheter I enter the bright stage
or I write at home in the dark
Playing with my piano
and singing lights the spark

It brings me joy
It brings me joy
making music brings me joy

It brings me joy
It brings me joy
making music brings me joy

I know what puts me in a joy mode
I know how to switch from how to wow
And I intend to stay high

Don’t promise me forever
Don’t promise me you’re gonna stay
Don’t promise me tomorrow
You can’t even promise me today

Don’t promise me your kindness
Don’t promise me to always be good
Don’t promise me any of the things
that you think that you should

That just ain’t love to me
Honey that’s just wishful thinking
That just ain’t love to me
I never want to feel your heart shrinking

I’ll only give my hand to an explorer
one who is willing to expand
You’ve got to risk blues and heartache
Even if it’s your third time

I won’t promise you nice and easy
I won’t promise you’ll always have your way
And I can’t promise that you’re gonna like
All the things that I need to say

That just ain’t love to me
Honey that’s just wishful thinking
That just ain’t love to me
I never want to feel my heart shrinking

But I’ll promise to follow my excitement
To the best of my ability
With zero insistence
of what the outcome ought to be

I promise to tend to my alignment
so you’ll know the essence of me.
And I will promise to remind us both
of our God-given sovereignty

That is what love is to me
To take your best interests as a part of me
That is what love is to me
Wanting you close and wanting you to be free

And if you can promise me allegiance
to you own precious heart
I say it’s a pretty good premise
For leading edge love stories and art

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2019

I’m like a Picasso painting. 

One eye is bigger than the other.

I’m represented in a flattened space.

I’ve been painted in colors that I don’t like.

I don’t understand why everybody loves me.

I don’t understand why you still want me here.

Theey put me in a frame and now I can’t get out.

The spotlights are all on me, this attention is killing me. 

I’m like a Picasso painting. 

They all interpret what I say.

I’m naked before you, in pieces

so I get why you still wonder why.

I don’t understand why everybody loves me. I don’t understand why you still want me here.

I feel overrated, a never ending hype.

I’m just a painting, that’s what I’ve become over time. 

The price is too high, but nobody seems to mind.

I think about leaving, but can I hide. 

I don’t understand why everybody loves me. I don’t understand why you still want me here.

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

Hey girlfriend. So this is gonna sound a bit far out there, but I I get these like mixtapes sent to me telepathically. From whom?  I don’t know – maybe some interdimensional muse or whatever

Always in the back of my mind

Hiding like a thief in the night

But I still haven’t figured out what it is you’re stealing

Or if this is some kind of sensual healing

You play songs from my Akashic Records

An invisible DJ in my private Total Recall

A lover who speaks the language of music

You align to the beat of my heart

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner

No, no, nobody but the base”

I said you do the dirty and I’ll do the dancing

You’ve Johnny Castled your way into my hands

Let’s get your Delorean back to the future

Where SCI-FI is reality

You’ve got my devotion for all timelines

All we need is thunder to get us home.

Well I like the way that you defy time and gravity

You fly high, your fly low, and never by the book

Some say that you are flying recklessly

In your F-14 but you’ve got Merlin as your R.I.O

And nobody knows this is a third eye action romance

There might be casualties, Mav, but don’t give up your wings

Cause if I’m gonna spin, I’m gonna spin with you

You take my breath away, but it’s classified that you do.

I’ve got your mixtapes

I’ve heard every song

I love your art form

You know I sing along

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2019

Didn’t I just indirectly tell myself to go inside and paint

Instead of thinking about toxic men?

(or thinking about calling toxic men)

Vulnerability is a wonderful state

But you’ve got to use it to create

(Don’t call the haters, don’t call the lovers, don’t call your ex, don’t call the next)

I know you’re strong

(Stronger than most will ever know)

But sometimes you feel alone

(And that’s OK, honey we all do)

Don’t call toxic men with good dick, woman

Just put your vivid colours on a stick, woman

Paint yourself a new perspective

or a portal into a new dimension of you

I don’t care if it’s a masterpiece or not

Cause I know it’ll get you through

Whatever it is you’re going through

Art is essential to you            

it cannot be replaced by great sex, or magic friendships or something green that you grow                            

Honey you’re an artist, and you need to tend to your creative flow

Maybe you should call me and I’ll tell you to go inside and paint

Instead of thinking about calling toxic men? (Call me anytime)

I’ll be your sponsor, as if you were in artist recovery

but with one crucial step

Paint no matter what you’re going through

Cause art is essential to you

Paint no matter what you’re going through

Cause art is essential to you

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2020