Lyrics by Anna Sköld A-Z

Oh blue, I just couldn’t handle you
Left you out of every picture
or made a turquoise out of you

Kept in isolation, or in a company of two
Never really mattered in which form or shade I met you

Never took you home
Left you outside my window
where I could see you
In a distant sky

I heard you are loved by everyone I can’t believe it’s true
all those fancy colors to choose from and they all choose you

As is, I was messing with as is
You were more then a color, I see that now
so I accept your presence as a holy cow

Oh blue
Oh blue,
just like my old tattoos
Once black turned blue
I learned to love you too

Oh blue, I just couldn’t fight you
when you moved me to tears after all these blueless years
A glossy porcelain artwork, who would knew?
would make me friends with blue

I see with clarity
This world of diversity
And all of the colors that I can see
are inside of me

Oh blue, it was never about you
It was MY resistance
expressed in blue

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

I come in many shades and colors
and yet I am the same
I dress in forms and faces
yet I am the same

So you change your opinion based on my looks
You can look all you want
I can be green, I can be blue
Don’t let my colors fool you
the coolest thing about me
will never be what you see

I am in constant change
yet I am the same
from one day to the next day
I am in constant change

My soul is here contained
with emotions embodied
It’s a cycle of life
with death entwined
in new beginnings
I can recall previous lives
But I can’t recall my childhood
Not even my memories stay the same

I am in constant change
yet I am the same
from one day to the next day
I am in constant change

Man created watches and schedules
Mondays and Wednesdays
To lull him into
a false sense of constancy
instead of finding rest in constant change

I am the change I want to see
I know the change starts with me
Under heavy blankets of sadness
I must have known
I’m supposed to be happy

So I’m willing to change,
from one day to the next day
I’ve changed my thoughts,
I’ve changed my belives
I’ve changed the way I walk,
I’ve changed the way I talk
I’ve changed the way I feel,
I’ve changed the the way I see
And the more I change,
the more I become me

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

I’m still

I’m still glad

I’m still glad to be

I’m still glad to be me

 

If I let you walk through my walls, codes and keys are no necessities

And if I never say no, you never overstepped my boundaries, right?

And then I don’t have to view you violate in the name of love

 

And I guess when I refuse to play the victim, I prevail a sense of control

At the price of disowning my power in the name of love

 

And when you can’t trust yourself

(What you sense, what you choose)

You’re in a personal hell

(By denying your truth)

But when you violate yourself no one else can tell…

 

I’m still

I’m still glad

I’m still glad to be

I’m still glad to be me

 

I ain’t scared of my shadow

And I ain’t scared of my light

I explore the totality of my multifaceted mind

In the fabric of time and space in the name of love

 

I’m reclaiming my sovereignty

Lightyears ahead and still right on time

You can watch me fulfil my destiny

Yeah this is how I bust my rhymes.

 

“I know all I need to know” I’m like Drew Barrymore in 51 dates (but hyperaware).

No you can’t get by on old credentials, and you can’t get by on hate.

 

I’ve been downsizing my circle

And it’s been easy letting go

You’d be surprised how many so-called friends of mine

Couldn’t even handle a no

 

Hi, you’ve reached Anna

Please don’t leave a message after the beep unless

your intention is to be and let me be authentic

 

I’m still

I’m still glad

I’m still glad to be

I’m still glad to be me

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld

They started a war

Like they never seen one before

I remember a time when you asked me if anyone really believe in peace

And I said that I’m one of few

That actually do

 

Then they started a war

Asserting power with a roar

There are things you just can’t ignore

Without less turning into more

And I said I’m one of you

I’m not the enemy you fool

 

Maybe that’s what Michael meant when he sang “They don’t really care about us”

 

[Welcome to planet earth]

This is guns and daisies

We’re so desperate to look sane it’s crazy

This is guns and daisies

We’re all susceptible to deception let’s face it.

 

Cause they started a war

So much suffering, but what for?

Without the people a country is just a piece of land  

we allow leaders who only care for the few

Does that make sense to you?

 

In hindsight: We all started a war

But we started it long before the destruction was visible on our screens

We kept quiet in the name of peace

To walk in the opposite direction of what we’re wanting, might be daunting but get us there.

 

[Welcome to planet earth season 22]

 

This is guns and daisies

We’re so desperate to look sane it’s crazy

This is guns and daisies

We’re all susceptible to deception let’s face it.

 

We’ve got truthbombs enough to start a war

That’ll only make a small man’s big ego sore

We are a force to be reckoned with

Time is of the essence

No more shrinking of human rights!

 

Right?

Right!

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2022

 

Heaven’s on fire

(The) angels come down to earth

And hell is freezing

Even the devil will ascend

 

People talk about climate change

But it’s bigger than that (I think)

It’s an ancient act of balance

A cosmic down to earth event

 

Let’s walk each other home

Here’s my hand – will you hold it?

I’m tired of pretending

That the demons and the angels don’t belong

 

While the bad boys save the planet, cause there’s big business in that

The good girls cut themselves some much needed slack

The healers need healing, givers need to learn how to receive.

And kids run the politics while the politicians make believe.

 

It’s almost like Christmas

We gather round our trees

Trying to find the spirit

but it’s in the presence not the presents you see

 

Let’s walk each other home

Here’s my hand – will you hold it?

I’m tired of pretending

That I don’t need to belong

 

It breaks my heart to send my kids to school to learn

when all we really need is to back off so they can learn to discern

Cause they can teach themselves all they need to know

if we just don’t limit their excitement and flow

 

Let’s walk each other home

Here’s my hand – will you hold it?

Aren’t you tired of pretending

That you don’t need to belong

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2019

 

 

She say’s my heart is out in space

But she won’t tell it to my face

She’s rather leave me a little trace

In a painting with or without a vase

 

Colorful roses on both sides

But the scenery’s in black and white

Such a small heart in a crowded space

It looks to me more like a maze

 

But it’s no secret that I’m into mysteries

So it’s plausible she drew a map

Like the miniaturist she leaves me tiny clues

In the direction of the what’s and the who’s

 

She says my heart is out in space

But I belong to the human race

And though the earth is our birth place

Aren’t we all out in space?

 

It’s all a matter of perspectives

Find a new angle of your so called defectives

 

She says I’m fire of a blue kind

And I can see it in my third eye

She knows my X:es and my Y:s

And even the theory of spirits saying hi

 

But not all stories can be foreseen

Some go viral like Young Lean

There are things that only will make sense

To yourself but not to your best friends

 

The waves (the waves) come and go (come and go, come and go)

But she knows better than to tell me I told you so

 

We bend (we bend), we break (we break)

But we go more intuned and empowered

Together from our mistakes

 

And if it’s one thing that life has taught me, or showed me,

How unlikely it may seem

There’s always someone who adores your imperfections

 

You just got to find your tribe

 

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2021

 

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 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

Slow like honey

Tenacious like a killer bee

 

Sweet like honey

Hypervigilant like a killer bee

 

They say our strength in numbers

And I’m just a queen

But I can wait above the surface

Until you need to breath

 

A versatile remedy like honey

Widely feared like a killer bee

 

Smooth like honey

Docile like a killer bee

 

Consistency like crystallized honey

Volatile like a killer bee

 

Luscious like honey

unpopular like a killer bee

 

They say “Some of the queens got away”

Hardy hybrid bitches set themselves free

Well I only sting for defensive purposes

Maybe the one you should fear isn’t me

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2021

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

Markus och jag, vi skriver varje dag, men inte till varandra.

Jag ser dina stories, dom är fulla av fylla, och du doftar bränt ända hem till mig

Det är public knowledge att du älskar aska, men Markus kom igen

När ska du vila? Snälla säg inte i din grav, säg inte sen.

 

Stjärna faller i asfalten. Får ont i huvudet som vilken idiot som helst

Kanske var det bara ett klickbete men trottoaren rubricerades bort

 

Måste du hela tiden falla?

Du är kär i en låt, faller i gråt

Kär i en borderline, och faller så hårt

Hela halva du faller. Jag undrar om det är det fritt fall eller bara vanligt förfall?

 

Men vänta nu skulle det kunna va så att jag är avis?

Shit vilken grej

Jag måste va’ avis

På hur du känner dig

Det är så sällan jag stör mig på nåt men nu stör jag mig på dig

Jag är äntligen avis

Det är så jag känner mig.

 

Markus och jag, vi leker varje dag, men inte med varandra.

Han ser inte mina stories för dom är tommare än andras, ja det är ju bara jag.

 

Du gillar fulheten och jag gillar skönheten jag vet, jag vet.

Du kan omöjligt gilla såna som mig, nån jävla try hardande estet.

 

”Han låter dig vänta men kanske kanske kanske kommer han svara idag.

Kanske blir det nåt mer, mer än bara ett svar, kanske får du följa med på turné”

                

Nog för att jag velat ha en bättre inre dialog med mitt jag

men nu räcker det med käckhet. Hur länge ska man behöva vänta på svar?

 

Skulle det kunna va så att jag är avis?

Shit vilken grej

Jag måste va’ avis

På hur du känner dig

Det är så sällan jag stör mig på nåt men nu stör jag mig på dig

Jag är äntligen avis

Det är så jag känner mig.

 

Markus och jag vi tvivlar varje dag, men inte på varandra.

Hur skulle du kunna tvivla på mig om du inte ens vet att jag finns.                       

Hörrödu din självutnämnda prins.

”Vad ska du med ett Full Grand till Anna

Om ändå du bara spelar på halva?”

Så tror jag att du skulle ha sagt för du kan känna utan att stanna.

 

Jag är avis?

Shit vilken grej

Ja jag är avis

På hur du känner dig

Det är så sällan jag stör mig på nåt men nu stör jag mig på dig

Jag är äntligen avis

Det är så jag känner mig.

 

Anna Sköld 2021

Who’s knocking?

Who’s knocking?

Who’s knocking on my scull?

 

Should I let you in

Should I let you in

Should I let you in or not?

 

Should I let you in

Should I let you in

Should I let you in or not?

 

I’ve been sewing dreams

And I’ve been dreaming seams

From the outside and in,

And let me tell you it doesn’t look pretty

 

What’s up with all these lights

I mean, I don’t even know if they’re yours or mine

 

This we know of true belonging

It’s monadic linked by waveform law

 

If you’re messing with the goddess

You’ll be hearing from my monad, monad

If you’re caring for Inanna

You’ll be welcomed by my monad, monad.

 

Who’s watching

Who’s watching

Who’s watching over me?

James Blake on repeat

“Are you even real, tell me how you really feel?”

James Blake on repeat

“Tell me how you feel, are you even really real?”

 

Is this a well-planned scheme

Or did I show up in your dream like a ruler of the night

To give your fantasies a fight?

 

If you’re messing with the goddess

You’ll be hearing from my monad, monad

If you’re caring for Inanna

You’ll be welcomed by my monad, monad

 

This way,

I like it perfect

And perfect might be quirky

But it’s still perfect

 

Anna Sköld 2021

My body

My voice

My pussy

My choice

 

At least that’s what this beautiful poster says,

Call me naïve, but I do believe

That they are my rights

In peace and in bloody riots

 

And that those words should apply

With or without a female sign

 

My body

My voice

My pussy

My choice

 

An empowering reminder of a universal right

But before I even hung the poster on my wall

I got an unexpected birthday call

Under the pretense of curiosity which was strange

Cause you were using the same leverage as the authorities to make me change

 

It might be painful to hear

But that’s a narrow application of the perspective you hold so dear

 

But it’s your body

It’s your voice

It’s your pussy

It’s your choice

 

I don’t want to give up my rights for social acceptance or fear

and it is, it’s OK if you don’t want me near

 

Put touch deprivation

Into any health equation

The mother of all senses

scientifically proven to weaken our defenses

 

Fearmongering narrative daily in your face

Please take a look at the mortality rates

After obesity the strongest risk factors are anxiety and fear disorder

The public health concern looks more to me like an excuse for a new world order

 

My body

My voice

My pussy

My choice

 

You don’t know what you don’t know

But you know what you know

And none of us know what the others know and don’t know, you know

No search engine results or social media flow

is identical, and we’re blinded by a global gaslighting afterglow

 

People aren’t stupid if they believe or don’t believe in WHO or UFO

the uniqueness of everyone’s experience is a constant status quo (in this collective reality)

 

Your body

Your voice

Your pussy

Your choice

 

My body

My voice

My pussy

My choice

 

Your body

Your voice

Your pussy

Your choice

 

See, we got this

Don’t fall for that whole conquer and divide shenanigans

 

Your body

Your voice

Your pussy

And your fucking choice

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2021

I was slippin’ into a more comfortable reality.

One where you could strip me off of my destructive core beliefs.

And now I shower in your signature energy every day.

Oh it’s a big once in a lifetime sensuality.

 

I am all the claires and then some, honey.

You take my senses on a hallucinogenic trip.

I see colors that I cannot tame,

magical creatures no man will ever name.

And your kisses taste like music.

Not to mention the touch of your hands.

 

I don’t ever want to come down. We’ll stay high til we die.

I don’t ever want to come down. We’ll stay high til we die.

 

I remember when you said I was an angel in disguise but honey that was merely a projection.

You’ve got magic in your bones, and though I love your “sticks and stones” I am here to explore my unique perspective.

 

With Excalibur in my left hand and your mark in my right,

I might not wear an armour but I’m always ready to fight.

I know you keep your third eye on how I really feel,

and when you are in ecstasy I cover your achilles heel.

 

You & me in my favourite timeline. A destined adventure & a mansion for our hearts.

 

I wrote you a love song. I sang us into being. Art is resourceful land with a language of its own. Any direction takes you into the unknown. Not much else is certain honey but it’s where I belong.

 

You & me in my favourite timeline. A destined adventure & a mansion for our hearts.

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2020

A little bit of bass never hurt nobody.

 

Make me a beat, so I can get this no nonsense out of me. Hold yourself accountable (right now) or I will set you free.

 

I don’t care if you’re a soulmate or a twin, if you’re my yang and I’m your yin.

“Talk don’t cook rice” and I only want men in my kitchen not mice.

 

But if you can’t capitalize on your own best interest, and consistently include me, you’ve got little to offer (a sovereign woman like me). Cause I’m not into co-dependency.

 

Read the fine print in my requirement specs:

Following your bliss needs to be one of your biggest flex. Let me repeat that. Following your bliss needs to be one of your biggest flex.

 

A joint venture off course, possessed by the creative force, with a spellbindingly beautiful and sensual ROI

 

What you gonna add, what you gonna substract, yeah what are you gonna multiply, what are you going to divide?

 

What you gonna add, what you gonna substract, yeah what are you gonna multiply, what are you going to divide?

 

What you gonna add, what you gonna substract, yeah what are you gonna multiply, what are you going to divide?

 

Make me feel the heat, cause I’m a sensual and sensuous human being. And I’d like for you to carry heavy things. And bring me truth rather than diamonds and rings.

 

And if you can’t capitalize on your own best interest, and consistently include me, you’ve got little to offer (a sovereign woman like me). Cause I’m not into tragicomedy.

 

Read the fine print in my requirement specs:

Following your bliss needs to be one of your biggest flex. Let me repeat that. Following your bliss needs to be one of your biggest flex.

 

Please look at pace 14 for more details on tending to your own personal needs.

I do not endorse or accept any responsibility or liability for your happiness.  

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2021

Something’s cooking in my kitchen and it ain’t an excuse

Na, it’s a nourishing expression, something I’ve deduced.

One conversation tells me all I need to know

to put you in a category of yes, maybe or no

 

What’s your intention? Oh really you’ve got none?

A man with no intention, I don’t think so, we’re done

So now you DO have intentions, it just slipped your mind

I’m not looking for a liar and you just told me you lied the first time

 

What’s your intention? “Why do you want to know?”

If that question brings you agony, man you HAVE GOT to grow

And if you think for a second that you’d be adept

For more than just one conversation, let me intercept

 

What’s your intention? “You really want to know?”

Can you keep it real or are you putting up a show?

I can sense your intention, so transparency is key

You pay me your intention as an intuition fee.

 

So you didn’t really think before you hit reply

If I wanted to get to know you, I’d ask you why

But I’m looking for a man who takes the time to think

If you want to know more about yourself, go see a shrink.

 

What’s your intention? Actually, I don’t want to know

You said you wouldn’t bother me again, three messages ago

A man who disrespect his own boundaries like that

is not somebody I’d want to face without bringing a baseball bat

 

What’s your intention? “Just casual sex”

Na, I draw only conscious connections from my tarot decks

I prefer a man who takes his best interest at heart

who will include my wants and needs, I’m not a spare part!

 

One conversation tells me all I need to know

There aren’t that many yes or maybes but plenty of no

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2020

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

 

No, she wasn’t exactly cast out of Eden

It was a withering garden

She just took the blame for the fall

 

“Well what can I say,

I’d rather disobey

If fruit from one tree

Can set even one of us free

 

You can watch me get dressed

for internal success”

Yeah she was willing to loose

What another would choose

 

To know herself, to know herself as a steward over nothing but her experience

 

She followed the celestial bodies

in the direction of the salty red sea

57.8 give or take

And not much to eat but sand cake

 

Even a queen like Cleopatra

Might be fooled by a mirage

when she’s dryer than Sahara

 

Caught in sandstorms in the drylands

Obscured visibility

I can hear her hum:

“Is drought my destiny?”

You would be wetter than water

if it was up to me.

The desert is harsh

And watery like Mars

 

Well she can endure

She’s resilient for sure

There’s an eternal stream

Flowing inside her like a second bloodstream

Even in this sea of sand

With nothing in her hand

 

Sayonara, Sahara

 

 

Lyrics: Anna Sköld 2022

You got stuck on my retina, uh

I caught you looking at me

I was blinded by your light, you are third eye candy

 

You got stuck on my brain,

Paving your own private memory lane

I said I don’t reminisce so now you tryna drive me insane?

 

“I won’t let anyone get stuck on me”

Uh well I guess that you’re the opposite of me.

Cause you made an imprint to such a degree

that it altered the physics of my reality

 

Yeah you got stuck in my palm

It was a moment that lasted for days

Yeah you got stuck in my palm

My cold hand on your warm-blooded face.

 

You got stuck in my heart,

like a magnet that won’t let us be a apart

Yeah you got stuck in my heart.

Must be important like friendship, kisses and art.

 

But my bestie says “nothing gets stuck on you”

Is your interpretation of this experience really true?

Well there is no manual for the system that I call me

And this hypersensitivity

 

Anna Sköld 2020

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

 

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