01 No Captain Sails This Ship
Lyrics and music: Jan S. Braathen (1977)
It’s not so easy giving.
Not very hard to take away.
You always got what you wanted.
You lost it all one fine day.
So, what am I supposed to do
when there’s nothing more to say.
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
I’ll be the lonely traveler,
with no places to go.
I’ll always loose direction,
I’ll never let it show.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
Just two notes on my mind.
I had to write this song.
Too late to say we’re sorry.
I won’t be seeing you for long.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s and ocean between Me and You.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s and ocean between Me and You,
and there’s and ocean - - between Me and You.
It’s not so easy giving.
Not very hard to take away.
You always got what you wanted.
You lost it all one fine day.
So, what am I supposed to do
when there’s nothing more to say.
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
I’ll be the lonely traveler,
with no places to go.
I’ll always loose direction,
I’ll never let it show.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
Just two notes on my mind.
I had to write this song.
Too late to say we’re sorry.
I won’t be seeing you for long.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s an ocean between Me and You.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s and ocean between Me and You.
What am I supposed to do
when there’s no more words left to say?
No captain sails this ship,
and there’s and ocean between Me and You,
and there’s and ocean - - between Me and You.
02 Better Than Any High (1:00)
Lyrics: Hans F. Løken (2005)
Music: Jan S. Braathen (2005)
The wind caresses your smile
as it seeps around the corner.
Your long, blond hair paints a swirl as you fly away.
A faint sent of roses sends my senses on a journey.
Better than any high that I could buy.
The sun strokes your face
in the shadow of my memory.
Your eyes played a flirting game inside my head.
The faint sent of roses sends my senses on a journey.
Better than any high that I could buy.
Better than any high that I could buy.
Music: Jan S. Braathen (2005)
The wind caresses your smile
as it seeps around the corner.
Your long, blond hair paints a swirl as you fly away.
A faint sent of roses sends my senses on a journey.
Better than any high that I could buy.
The sun strokes your face
in the shadow of my memory.
Your eyes played a flirting game inside my head.
The faint sent of roses sends my senses on a journey.
Better than any high that I could buy.
Better than any high that I could buy.
03 Somewhere (3:58)
Lyrics: Hans F. Løken (2012), music: Jan S. Braathen (2012)
Somewhere in the room behind your mind,
echoes of experience survive.
Some call it karma, some call it life.
It’s the reason that you met your wife.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
Gentle is the wisdom of your soul.
Whispering reminders find their goal.
If you’re listening to its voice
you’ve got the power to have a choice!
You can always ride the earthly plain.
Showered by the fertile rain.
Or you can travel far and wide
in the universal power ride.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
Gentle is the wisdom of your soul.
Whispering reminders find their goal.
If you’re listening to its voice
you’ve got the power to have a choice!
You can always ride the earthly plain.
Showered by the fertile rain.
Or you can travel far and wide
in the universal power ride.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
Somewhere in the room behind your mind,
echoes of experience survive.
Some call it karma, some call it life.
It’s the reason that you met your wife.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
Gentle is the wisdom of your soul.
Whispering reminders find their goal.
If you’re listening to its voice
you’ve got the power to have a choice!
You can always ride the earthly plain.
Showered by the fertile rain.
Or you can travel far and wide
in the universal power ride.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
Gentle is the wisdom of your soul.
Whispering reminders find their goal.
If you’re listening to its voice
you’ve got the power to have a choice!
You can always ride the earthly plain.
Showered by the fertile rain.
Or you can travel far and wide
in the universal power ride.
It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel.
It’s the reason to be real.
04 Avatar (2:53)
Lyrics verse 1 and music: Jan S. Braathen (1995)
Lyrics verse 2: Hans F. Løken (2017)
IPad, 2Pad, trialism,
avatar, avatar, avatar, avatar.
We overrate the taste of water.
We overrate the taste of water.
Take victory for granted.
It’s a win, win situation.
Eighty percent of us need the Internet
more than we need our lovers.
The web is our lifeline.
The web is our lifeline.
After the stress generation
come the boss generation.
Tribalism, trialism,
overlay, overplay, Neverland, Everland, Neverland.
Pixel perfect dreams of wonder.
Pixel perfect dreams of wonder
are pulling us under.
It’s a winning proposition.
You’re enjoying your doll game world
more than your human girl.
We’re riding the web train.
We’re riding the web train.
It’s a higher elevation
for the tweet generation.
Lyrics verse 2: Hans F. Løken (2017)
IPad, 2Pad, trialism,
avatar, avatar, avatar, avatar.
We overrate the taste of water.
We overrate the taste of water.
Take victory for granted.
It’s a win, win situation.
Eighty percent of us need the Internet
more than we need our lovers.
The web is our lifeline.
The web is our lifeline.
After the stress generation
come the boss generation.
Tribalism, trialism,
overlay, overplay, Neverland, Everland, Neverland.
Pixel perfect dreams of wonder.
Pixel perfect dreams of wonder
are pulling us under.
It’s a winning proposition.
You’re enjoying your doll game world
more than your human girl.
We’re riding the web train.
We’re riding the web train.
It’s a higher elevation
for the tweet generation.
05 Girl We Can Make It (2:24)
Lyrics: Hans F. Løken (2010)
Music: Jan S. Braathen (2010)
Am I surprised to see you?
While you’re gone I’ve been so blue.
I can’t get it into my head
that you’re beside me in this bed.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
I can’t remember what I said
that went so quickly to your head.
You just got up and said goodbye.
I have never seen such angry eyes.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
You say you’ve been alone
since you’ve been on your own.
You’ve just walked the streets and
cried and cried over times that we lied.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
Music: Jan S. Braathen (2010)
Am I surprised to see you?
While you’re gone I’ve been so blue.
I can’t get it into my head
that you’re beside me in this bed.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
I can’t remember what I said
that went so quickly to your head.
You just got up and said goodbye.
I have never seen such angry eyes.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
You say you’ve been alone
since you’ve been on your own.
You’ve just walked the streets and
cried and cried over times that we lied.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
Oh girl, we can make it!
Oh girl, we can make it
if we try again.
06 Passages of Love (3:56)
Lyrics: Hans F. Løken (1972)
Music: Jan S. Braathen (1972)
Soft and gently flowing streams
of hazy mellow summer
soaking in the warm and sprawling sun.
Bringing back sweet memories
of brightened aftermoonbeams.
Spent while we were freely being young.
Weaving streams of stony dreams
ecstatically in pleasure.
Floating on a cloud of sheer delight.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparkling crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
Frantic sparks of loveliness
stretching towards the sunshine.
Drinking up the drops of dew that cling.
Fragrant flowers often bloom
without appreciation
shown by those who’s happiness they bring.
Still they grow continuously
in silent glowing pleasure.
Eager to enchant the surge of spring.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparkling crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparking crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
Music: Jan S. Braathen (1972)
Soft and gently flowing streams
of hazy mellow summer
soaking in the warm and sprawling sun.
Bringing back sweet memories
of brightened aftermoonbeams.
Spent while we were freely being young.
Weaving streams of stony dreams
ecstatically in pleasure.
Floating on a cloud of sheer delight.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparkling crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
Frantic sparks of loveliness
stretching towards the sunshine.
Drinking up the drops of dew that cling.
Fragrant flowers often bloom
without appreciation
shown by those who’s happiness they bring.
Still they grow continuously
in silent glowing pleasure.
Eager to enchant the surge of spring.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparkling crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
Warm and growing passages of love.
(I know you know we know the youth of love).
Warm and growing passages of love.
Tumbling playfully through the pastures,
sparking crystals, summer laughter,
bubbling, giggling full of love.
07 Queens of Yesterday (2:01)
Lyrics verse 1 and music: Jan S. Braathen (1970)
Lyrics verse 2 and 3: Hans F. Løken (2015)
I can remember you,
your eyes, your lips, your smile.
Your hair blowing in the wind,
paled by the sun.
You made my life a dream,
but dreams don’t remain.
You were my queen of yesterday,
and I still love you so.
The sun was smiling in her hair,
the breeze caressed her face.
I wished with all my heart
that I was in the place.
Holding her oh close, so close
as the summer sun lay down
and the moon began her watch.
So many suns have shone
since I last watched her eyes.
Reflect the eagerness of
young girls ‘neath summer skies.
As it fades, dreams make way
to the queens of yesterday,
and I still love you so.
Lyrics verse 2 and 3: Hans F. Løken (2015)
I can remember you,
your eyes, your lips, your smile.
Your hair blowing in the wind,
paled by the sun.
You made my life a dream,
but dreams don’t remain.
You were my queen of yesterday,
and I still love you so.
The sun was smiling in her hair,
the breeze caressed her face.
I wished with all my heart
that I was in the place.
Holding her oh close, so close
as the summer sun lay down
and the moon began her watch.
So many suns have shone
since I last watched her eyes.
Reflect the eagerness of
young girls ‘neath summer skies.
As it fades, dreams make way
to the queens of yesterday,
and I still love you so.
08 Let’s Cross Another Borderline (2:45)
Lyrics and music: Jan S. Braathen (1975)
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
‘Cause we were standing in the rain.
Yeah, we were standing in the rain.
Standing there for hours,
waiting in the showers.
We were standing in the rain.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
‘Cause we were standing in the rain.
(Tweaked sound:) Standing in the rain.
Standing there for hours,
waiting in the showers.
We were standing in the rain.
(Tweaked sound:) Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be seen.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
‘Cause we were standing in the rain.
Yeah, we were standing in the rain.
Standing there for hours,
waiting in the showers.
We were standing in the rain.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be found.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
‘Cause we were standing in the rain.
(Tweaked sound:) Standing in the rain.
Standing there for hours,
waiting in the showers.
We were standing in the rain.
(Tweaked sound:) Come on let’s cross another borderline.
So many new things to be seen.
And when we’re touching the green, green grass,
then we know that it’s for real.
09 Peace on Earth (3:08)
Lyrics and music: Jan S. Braathen (1988)
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All will be just as God,
just like God for eternity.
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All mankind will be like one,
will be like one for eternity.
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All will be just as God,
just like God for eternity.
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All will be just as God,
just like God for eternity.
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All mankind will be like one,
will be like one for eternity.
Peace on earth.
Peace across the universe.
All will be just as God,
just like God for eternity.
10 Nede på bunnen (2:20)
Tekst og musikk: Jan S. Braathen (1990)
Nede på bunnen i det mørke hav
sitter en liten gutt og smiler.
Han synes det er kult å være her
i dag, i morra og kanskje overimorra.
Hvem vet hva morradagen bringer?
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Nede på bunnen i det mørke hav
sitter en liten gutt og smiler.
Han synes det er kult å være der
i dag, i morra og kanskje overimorra.
Hvem vet hva morradagen bringer?
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Nede på bunnen i det mørke hav
sitter en liten gutt og smiler.
Han synes det er kult å være her
i dag, i morra og kanskje overimorra.
Hvem vet hva morradagen bringer?
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Nede på bunnen i det mørke hav
sitter en liten gutt og smiler.
Han synes det er kult å være der
i dag, i morra og kanskje overimorra.
Hvem vet hva morradagen bringer?
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
Alt er her og nå.
11 Sola kommer opp (5:32)
Tekst og musikk: Jan S. Braathen (1991)
Sola kommer opp når fuglene synger.
Fin musikk på radio’n.
Jeg hører ikke fuglene,
men jeg veit de er på jobb.
Byens lys blinker i det fjerne.
Jeg ser det første lys av dag.
Jeg skulle ha vært i seng,
men jeg vil gjerne se sola igjen.
Røykskyer på rommet mitt.
Skyer på himmelen.
Hva er Guds gave til mennesket?
Ilden og tobakken.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Sola kommer opp hvis fuglene synger.
Fin musikk på radio’n.
Jeg hører ikke fuglene,
men jeg veit de er på jobb.
Byens lys blinker i det fjerne.
Jeg ser det første lys av dag.
Jeg skulle ha vært i seng,
men jeg vil gjerne se sola igjen.
Røykskyer på rommet mitt.
Skyer på himmelen.
Hva er Guds gave til menneskene?
Ilden og tobakken.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Sola kommer opp når fuglene synger.
Fin musikk på radio’n.
Jeg hører ikke fuglene,
men jeg veit de er på jobb.
Byens lys blinker i det fjerne.
Jeg ser det første lys av dag.
Jeg skulle ha vært i seng,
men jeg vil gjerne se sola igjen.
Røykskyer på rommet mitt.
Skyer på himmelen.
Hva er Guds gave til mennesket?
Ilden og tobakken.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Sola kommer opp hvis fuglene synger.
Fin musikk på radio’n.
Jeg hører ikke fuglene,
men jeg veit de er på jobb.
Byens lys blinker i det fjerne.
Jeg ser det første lys av dag.
Jeg skulle ha vært i seng,
men jeg vil gjerne se sola igjen.
Røykskyer på rommet mitt.
Skyer på himmelen.
Hva er Guds gave til menneskene?
Ilden og tobakken.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Sebastian, Wolfgang, Django og Billy
visste det samme som meg.
Musikk er vakrere enn fuglesang,
og alt står i den store, sorte boka.
Alt står i den store, sorte boka.
12 Alltid ung (3:50)
Norsk tekst (2017) og musikk (2010): Jan S. Braathen
Norsk tekst inspirert av Bob Dylans originaltekst til Forever Young
Må Gud velsigne og bevare deg,
la dine ønsker bli virkelighet.
Du må alltid gjøre mot andre
det du vil at andre skal gjøre mot deg.
Du må bygge en stige til himmelen
og klatre hvert jævla trinn.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Du må vokse og bli trofast.
Du må søke sannheten.
Du må se lyset rundt deg,
være tapper og stå opp,
være sterk, være sterk og alltid ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må dine hender være flittige.
Du må være lett på fot.
Må dine røtter være raske.
Du må ha et fundament
når forandringens vinder tar tak.
Må hjertet ditt være lett.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Norsk tekst inspirert av Bob Dylans originaltekst til Forever Young
Må Gud velsigne og bevare deg,
la dine ønsker bli virkelighet.
Du må alltid gjøre mot andre
det du vil at andre skal gjøre mot deg.
Du må bygge en stige til himmelen
og klatre hvert jævla trinn.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Du må vokse og bli trofast.
Du må søke sannheten.
Du må se lyset rundt deg,
være tapper og stå opp,
være sterk, være sterk og alltid ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må dine hender være flittige.
Du må være lett på fot.
Må dine røtter være raske.
Du må ha et fundament
når forandringens vinder tar tak.
Må hjertet ditt være lett.
Må du alltid være ung.
Må du alltid være ung.
13 Per aspera ad astra (1:49)
Musikk: Ernest Urbach
Instrumental
Instrumental
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