Cowboy Lie Detector Machine

Release: January 30th, 2026 on Die With Your Boots On Records

Produced by Dom Billett and Ole Kirkeng

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  • When we make love, I’ll be the first to come

    Then I’ll fall asleep, and you can come on your own

    Once in a while, I’ll make you some coffee

    If you get the groceries, and wash the clothes for me

     

    On our first date I’ll set the record straight

    Say things like “Open relationships are great”

    But I’ll get anxious if you see someone too

    Perhaps it should apply a bit more to me than you


    Baby can’t you see, I’m a man of dignity

    All that I got didn’t come for free

    I know it ain’t much but honey it’s some

    And I saved it for you

    You can have all my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    You can have all my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

     

    When I get older, I’ll play a lot of golf 

    When I should be out with the kids for a stroll

    And I’ll forget to pick ‘em up from school

    Cause I’ll be too busy in the basement playing pool

     

    I’ll get us a new bed, but I won’t buy a frame

    I’ll get you a heart shaped necklace with your name

    I know your name is Carol, they’ll only cut Caroline

    But from where I’m sitting it will look just fine

     

    Baby can’t you see, I’m a man of dignity

    All that I got didn’t come for free

    I know it ain’t much but honey it’s some

    And I saved it for you

    You can have all my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    You can have all my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

    All my bare minimum

     

    When we make love, I’ll be the first to come

    Then I’ll fall asleep, and you can come on your own

    Once in a while, I’ll make you some coffee

    If you get the groceries, and wash the clothes for me

     

    Ole Kirkeng – acoustic guitar, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitars, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – pedal steel

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

    Bendik Brænne – piano

  • I didn’t grow up in the high plains

    I grew up playing video games

    Didn’t have a horse to tame

    No, Daddy didn’t have cattle

    Daddy didn’t have a farm

    He got every ex-girlfriend tattooed on his arm

    Got a cigarette cough, an alcohol breath

    Got engaged online before they even met

     

    I wanted to rock but didn’t have a Flying V

    I took my Mama’s SUV and toured acoustically

    Played every vegan coffeeshop, moldy basements, hippie squats 

    Played after a metal band on my cousin’s roof top 

    If I had a song half as good as John Prine

    I’d be overseas on a stage, I’d be fine

     

    Oh you could bet your ass I’d be paying them lonesome Americana dues

    If I didn’t have what they call the Foreign Country Singer Blues

     

    So I tried to get a Visa, while Trump was president

    They said we’re all good on foreign alien residents

    We don’t really need wannabe Van Zandts

    We don’t need more people touring smelly vans

    College radio, acoustic solo shows

    Mr. Alien that’s not a sufficient portfolio

     

    So I went to Berlin, but they were all at the club

    I tried to play in Stockholm, but they told me to shut up

    Tried to play Paris, but I wasn’t that hip

    I booked a show in Rome because it’d be a nice trip

    They laughed at my name last night in Barcelona

    Said go back to Oslo, Oklahoma

     

    Oh you could bet your ass I’d be paying them lonesome Americana dues

    If I didn’t have what they call the Foreign Country Singer Blues


    Oh you could bet your ass I’d be paying them lonesome Americana dues

    If I didn’t have what they call the Foreign Country Singer Blues

    And I’m sitting here with my healthcare plan, I don’t know what to choose

    Cause it doesn’t seem to cover Foreign Country Singer Blues


    Ole Kirkeng – acoustic guitar, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitar, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – electric guitar, vocals

    Martin Morland – bass, vocals

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

  • She said: "You don’t need to act so cool and tough,

    Honey, I see right through your blue jean bluff

    But since you’re standing here, I’ll give you a chance,

    Go buy me a beer and ask for a dance."

     

    She knows when it’s from the heart

    If it’s someone else’s truth

    She saw it in my step, it was my first pair of boots

    She knew I bought the jacket, pre-stained in gasoline

    She’s a cowboy lie detector machine

     

    She knew it was a long neon night

    Felt it in the air, that something wasn't right

    She said: “Cowboys wear their heart on their sleeve

    Here’s a chance to tell the truth before I leave”

     

    She knows when it’s from the heart

    If it’s someone else’s truth

    She saw it in my step, it was my first pair of boots

    She knew I spun the story, tried to make it sound clean

    But she’s a cowboy lie detector machine

     

    She knows when it’s from the heart

    If it’s someone else’s truth

    She saw it in my step, it was my first pair of boots

    Might have looked like a cowboy from a western movie scene

    But she’s a cowboy lie detector machine

    She’s a cowboy lie detector machine


    Ole Kirkeng – acoustic guitar, piano, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitars, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – pedal steel

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

  • She can turn a Monday to a Friday night

    She can turn a living room into a dive

    She made all my blues disappear

    With a broomstick guitar and a pack of beer

     

    If she owned a bar every hour would be happy

    There would be no closing time

    If she owned a bar there’d be a line outside the door

    Yeah she would pour Margaritas for a dime

     

    She would serve Napa Valley’s finest alongside Bud Light

    Every open mic’er would always hit the high note right

    There’d be a stool for the biker, the trucker, and the writer

    The banker, the actress, and every loneliness fighter

     

    If she owned a bar every hour would be happy

    There would be no closing time

    If she owned a bar there’d be a line outside door

    And she would pour Margaritas for a dime

    Yeah she would pour Margaritas for a dime

    Ole Kirkeng – vocals, acoustic guitar

    Dom Billett – vocals, piano

  • Patagonia

    Tennis Shoes

    Clapton Unplugged in 92 playing “Walkin’ Blues”

    I get up early

    I don’t hit snooze

    I must be growing up

     

    I don’t have the time

    To be sad all the time

    I don’t have time to be blue

    No, I don’t have the time

    To be sad all the time

    I don’t have time to be blue

     

    Gonna throw away

    My last cigarettes

    My physiotherapist told me to walk ten thousand steps 

    Feels like nothing 

    Makes me catch my breath

    I must be growing up 

     

    I don’t have the time   

    To be sad all the time

    No, I don’t have time to be blue

    No, I don’t have the time

    To be sad all the time

    I don’t have time to be blue

     

    Patagonia

    Tennis Shoes

    Clapton Unplugged in 92 playing “Walkin’ Blues”


    Ole Kirkeng – vocals, acoustic guitars, CP-80 piano

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitar, piano, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – pedal steel

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

  • I’m a flower sobbing in a windowsill

    Where’s the will to carry me uphill?

    Is there a drug that can replace love’s thrill?

    I had no back up plan in hand

     

    I tried seeing all my friends downtown

    Every song they played brought you around

    Didn’t want to bring nobody down

    I called a ride and said good night

     

    It’s work in progress

    I think I need a little time

    It’s work in progress

    Dealing with this heart of mine

    It’s work in progress

     

    I’m not the first to have an empty heart

    We’re not the first ones to have grown apart

    Every hit can be knocked off the chart

    That don’t mean it didn’t work

     

    Don’t want to drown my thoughts inside a bar

    Don’t want to sit and wonder where you are

    Don’t want to hop into a stranger’s car

    All I want is to move on

     

    It’s work in progress

    I think I need a little time

    It’s work in progress

    Dealing with this heart of mine

    It’s work in progress

     

    It’s work in progress

    I think I need a little time

    It’s work in progress

    Dealing with this heart of mine

    It’s work in progress


    Ole Kirkeng – vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitar, high string guitar, synth

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – electric guitar, pedal steel

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion

    Haakon Aase – violins

  • I watched you from the tail end of my eye

    Long live those blue water lines

    We rest our eyes on

    I’ll go wherever you want to go

    Sway like all those roadside flowers

     

    Moving

    Moving

    Moving with the wind

    Moving

    Moving

    Moving with the wind

     

    Diamond sky over the hill

    So in love that I can’t stand still

    Like a buzzing bee

    I’ll go wherever your honey flows

    Through every pine

    Through every meadow

     

    Moving

    Moving

    Moving with the wind

    Moving

    Moving

    Moving with the wind

    Like roadside flowers

     

    I watched you from the tail end of my eye


    Ole Kirkeng – vocals, acoustic guitars

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitars, high string el. guitar, synth, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – electric guitar, pedal steel

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

  • I need to almost die on a scooter in Vietnam

    Sleep in a hostel after tripping in Amsterdam

    I need to sky dive strapped up to a Spanish Man

     

    I’m gonna sail around the world, without knowing how to sail

    Get stopped by the customs, spend a night in jail

    Oh I need to see industry harbors in the rain

    Get patted down by French police searching for Peruvian cocaine

     

    Oh Oh Oh

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Oh I need to find myself and I can’t do it here

    Oh Oh Oh

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

     

    I’m gonna live in New York and be the new Dylan

    Sing the hard truth in a gentrified building

    Sit in a café almost every day and be mysterious

    There’s just something about blending in with a crowd

    The energy there is a bit more serious

     

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Oh I need to find myself and I can’t do it here

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Gap year

    I need a gap year

    Oh I need to find myself and I can’t do it here


    Ole Kirkeng – acoustic guitar, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitars, high string el. guitar, vocals

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – pedal steel, vocals

    Martin Morland – baritone guitar, bass, vocals

    Torjus Nevland – drums, percussion, vocals

  • My bank account is haunted house

    I go in, it freaks me out

    Today I saw the ghost of last week’s pay

    Some days the bills are rocky mountain high

    Some days I just float on by

    Some days I look at you and everything’s okay

     

    Cause I got a warm bed, and a light when it’s dark

    The finest girl at the trailer park

    Got a sunset and a radio singing our song

    I love her, she loves me

    We have eternity

    No matter where we go, we’ll always have a ball

    Maybe life ain’t so bad after all

     

    My car’s like kettle on a hot stovetop

    Brakes whine every time I stop

    Dents in the door and rust hiding the chrome

    The four wheels carried me far and wide

    Through it all, it’s been my ride

    Tonight we’re taking the road that leads me home

     

    Where I got homemade stew that’ll last all week

    Our dog Lou curled up by her feet

    Got a fire burning and a night sky full of stars

    Got someone to make memories with 

    Kind of love that ain’t gonna slip

    Got a loving hand if I ever fall

    Maybe life ain’t so bad after all

     

     

    I’m all right with a little peace of mind

    I’m all right if it’s all I find

     

    I got a warm bed, and a light when it’s dark

    The finest girl at the trailer park

    Got a sunset and a radio singing our song

    I love her, she loves me

    We have eternity

    No matter where we go, we’ll always have a ball

    Maybe life ain’t so bad after all

    Maybe life ain’t so bad after all

    Ole Kirkeng – acoustic guitar, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitar, synth

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – resonator guitar

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums, vocals

    Dom Billett – shaker

    Bendik Brænne – flute

  • I never wanted to be a big star

    On a football team

    I never wanted an expensive car

    Just one with air conditioning

     

    I never cared for the extra stuffing

    Nor the cherry on the cream

    I got what I need and it’s here with me

    Yeah, nothing’s wrong in my ordinary dream

     

    I never wanted to be a dynamo

    Never been my goal

    We don’t need another guy to run the show

    When we got Dave Grohl

     

    Don’t need to stand on top of Mount Everest

    Or a pyramid scheme

    I got what I need and it’s here with me

    Yeah, nothing’s wrong my ordinary dream 

     

    Must have been in the wrong one

    Yeah, this one, feels like my own



    Ole Kirkeng – vocals, acoustic guitar

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – electric guitar, high string el. guitar

    Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie – electric guitar

    Martin Morland – bass

    Torjus Nevland – drums

    David Wallumrød – hammond organ, wurlitzer, synths

Lyrics and credits

Still Not Lost

Release: September 8th, 2023 on Die With Your Boots On Records

Produced by Geir Sundstøl and Ole Kirkeng

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  • It’s full of love

    Some stupidity

    Yesterday I had a look

    At my family tree

    I tried to go back

    Through my history

    Was trying to figure out

    If something’s wrong with me

    I tried to see a doctor

    I got a therapist

    After every consultation

    We all ended up pissed

    They took me off their lists

    I wrote a hell of a review

    They said: “We ain’t got a cure for you Sir”

    “Or what you’re going through”

    I’ve tried everything that I could find

    But nothing’s working

    After all this time

    I’ve tried every drink known to mankind

    But there you are

    Still on my mind

    You’re like college friend

    Crashing on my couch

    Oh you know that I care for you

    So I won’t kick you out

    But you living in my head

    Is making me hell bent

    So if you’re gonna stay there

    At least pay some rent

    I’ve tried everything that I could find

    But nothing’s working

    After all this time

    I’ve tried every drink known to mankind

    But there you are

    Still on my mind

    Guess I’m on the short end

    I lost my credit card

    So before I get another round

    Take the keys to my car

    Cause focusing is hard

    My head is carousel

    Could be a good or a bad time

    It’s like a dirty motel

    I’ve tried everything that I could find

    But nothing’s working

    After all this time

    I’ve tried every drink known to mankind

    But there you are

    Still on my mind

    If I could only get a minute to myself sometime

    Oh, hey! There you are

    Still on my mind

    Still on my mind

    Still on my mind

    Still on my mind

    Still on my mind

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, harmonica, vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – Electric guitars, vocals

    Geir Sundstøl – Pedal steel, sither, synth

    Tor Egil Kreken – Bass, vocals

    Thomas Gallatin – Drums, tambourine

    Recorded by Dag Erik Johansen at Athletic Studio, Halden

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • There’s a friend of mine

    Asking ‘bout a friend of mine

    Perhaps the three of us could all hang out sometime?

    Oh I wouldn’t mind being – what he’s asking for

    I guess he heard

    What I heard about her

    Must have heard the word from a little bird

    That singer she was seeing – they’re not together anymore

    So what he really need

    Is for me to be

    A mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Like when I went to a show

    With somebody I know

    I asked Mary to go, so I didn’t have to go alone

    If it wasn’t for her – what would you and I say?

    She broke the ice in the conversation

    It was the perfect collaboration

    Provided some foundation – then she drifted away

    Would it have been you and me in the end

    If it wasn’t for our friend?

    Our mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Without Mary I’d stand there anxiously, or drift around aimlessly

    One eye on my drink - one on the exit door

    When your eyes looked my way

    My hands didn’t shake like an aero plane

    Didn’t end up spilling my beer on the floor

    The mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    Mutual friend

    There’s a friend of mine

    Asking ‘bout a friend of mine

    Perhaps the three of us could all hang out sometime?

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, lead vocals

    Geir Sundstøl – Resonator guitar, mandolin, omnichord, glockenspiel, optigan

    Nikolai Hængsle – Bass, vocals

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion, vocals

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl and Kim Lillebye at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • When the sun is going down

    It brings me down too

    It’s another lonely evening

    Here without you

    My mind won’t stop dreaming

    Of our secret touch

    Oh my darling

    I miss you too much

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    It has almost been a year

    Living in uncertainty

    You know that if I could

    I would fly across the sea

    For each time that you wonder

    If our love will fall apart

    Just know my darling

    I will love you just as hard

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    If tomorrow, I could wake and see your face

    Everything would fall back into place

    All the waiting

    Makes me sad and blue

    Yet I’m not giving up on you

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    Million miles from the taste of your kiss

    Million miles away

    Million miles away

    Ole Kirkeng – Acoustic guitar, lead vocals

    Courtney Marie Andrews – Vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – Electric guitars

    Geir Sundstøl – Pedal Steel, sither, synth, marxophone, vibraphone

    Tor Egil Kreken – Bass

    Thomas Gallatin – Drums

    Recorded by Dag Erik Johansen

    at Athletic Studio, Halden

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • TV’s not plugged in

    The light is kind of bright in here

    But I know I wouldn’t mind

    The two of us sitting there

    At a table set for two

    In a sofa – you chose blue

    Beneath a brand-new reading lamp

    Perhaps a couple of plastic plants

    Before we came I had no idea

    I would fall in love with you at IKEA

    Before I met you

    I drank wine from a coffee mug

    I’ve come to learn that you really don’t like

    That worn-out oriental rug

    Smiling kids in a picture frame

    Where we don’t know anybody’s name

    I guess the key to a happy home

    Print your picture in sepia tone

    Before we came I had no idea

    I would fall in love with you at IKEA

    So let’s pack up the car and go back home

    As soon as you’re done with your ice cream cone

    Cause before we came I had no idea

    I would fall in love with you at IKEA

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, lead vocals

    Geir Sundstøl – Vocals, resonator guitar, electric guitar, optigan

    Nikolai Hængsle – Bass

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl and Kim Lillebye at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • It’s just me, my heart, and mind hanging out tonight

    Every time we do we can’t help but talk about you

    And as the evening falls, the more I wonder

    If this shit coming from their mouths – could it really be true?

    Like:

    Right now some other guy is brushing up against her

    Can’t you tell from her last reply she’s drinking more than she should?

    And while you’re sitting here with your decaffeinated coffee

    She’s doing more cocaine than Stevie Nicks could

    Oh my stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Making the wrong kind of reflections

    Stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Heading down the wrong direction

    Boy do we love us some

    Stupid thoughts and stupid questions

    Like:

    “Where were you the other night?”

    “You must have been out having a real good time”

    “I don’t know even know who that guy is –

    But he’s not a buddy of mine”

    Oh my stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Making the wrong kind of reflections

    Stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Heading down the wrong direction

    Boy do we love us some

    Stupid thoughts and stupid questions

    I try smoking one of her cigarettes

    From the package she left – on this cold balcony

    And as I look up to the stars I get a text

    Where it says she’s thinking of me

    Oh my stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Making the wrong kind of reflections

    Stupid mind

    Stupid heart

    When we get together we always start

    Heading down the wrong direction

    Boy do we love us some

    Stupid thoughts and stupid questions

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, lead vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – Electric guitar

    Geir Sundstøl – Pedal steel, vocals, electric guitar, marxophone

    Martin Morland – Bass

    David Wallumrød – Organ

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • A steward tried not to look at us

    The sadness in our eyes, the tremble in our voice

    We held each other and tried not to cry

    Didn’t want to let go, but we had no choice

    She grabbed her bag, we locked eyes for a while

    They called her flight, we said goodbye

    In the parking lot a tear fell on my hand

    When I looked up and saw her touch the sky

    I can still see her blue eyes

    Hear her whisper I love you

    As I close my eyes and wander Memory Avenue

    We sat in the café, shared a slice of lemon pie

    Across the wooden table her hand reached for mine

    We went down to the river, fed the swans gliding by

    Happy in our world, lovers passing time

    I can still see her blue eyes

    Hear her whisper I love you

    As I close my eyes and wander Memory Avenue

    I drink from her cup

    Stare at her chair

    The suns coming up

    I wish she was here

    I can still see her blue eyes

    Hear her whisper I love you

    As I close my eyes and wander Memory Avenue

    Memory Avenue

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, lead vocals

    Geir Sundstøl – Pedal steel, vocals, resonator guitar, mandolin, synth

    Shahzad Ismaily – Bass, synth

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • She sleeps at friends, that lend her floors

    Parking lot of a grocery store

    She’s on the road, got in from Germany

    Misses home and her family

    In Europe she’s a rising star

    Back in the states, she’s playing in a bar

    Where half the people, don’t know her name

    It’s an uphill climb so you can’t complain

    Could it be her heart

    Was broken from the start

    Or is it just, another bruise

    Another case of the highway blues

    She’s met a lot of guys like you

    Industry man slash buckaroo

    Nods and smile, but really wants to leave

    She knows you got something up your sleeve

    And driving home with her sleepy eyes

    The road she’s on lost its lines

    She sips her coffee and pushes on

    Man, all the things that could go wrong

    And with luck, she’s home

    But God she should have known

    She could have been the headline news

    Another case of the highway blues

    Many times, she’s had enough

    There were times when she just gave up

    But then there is that other voice

    That tells you there is no other choice

    Doesn’t matter, who you are

    Doesn’t matter if you’re a star

    Doesn’t matter if you win or loose

    You can’t escape, the highway blues

    Ole Kirkeng - Guitar, lead vocals, clavinette

    Geir Sundstøl – Resonator guitar, mandolin, synth

    Shahzad Ismaily – Bass, synth, vibraphone

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion, drum machine

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • I hear the seagulls calling

    While the ships pass through the bay

    I’ve been swimming in these waters

    To wash my thoughts away

    I’ve seen rainbow coral reefs

    Fish swim upstream

    Last night I saw your silhouette

    As I fell into my dream

    I’ve kept my promise sacred

    There’s a line I’ll never cross

    My feelings haven’t faded

    My love is still not lost

    The summer heat is rising

    The night sky won’t turn black

    I’d feel more like myself again

    If I knew you would come back

    My mind can hardly focus

    Every thought leads back to you

    Some days are just hopeless

    And I don’t know what to do

    This year is filled with hardship

    And we’ve both payed the cost

    Thinking about how it could have slipped

    But my love is still not lost

    I fell in love with your laughter

    Fell deep in your blue eyes

    Each time I was with you

    I was full of butterflies

    I watch the glowing sunset

    Golden embers cross the sky

    I’d put my arms around you

    If you were by my side

    I hope there will come a day

    When I’ll kiss your lips so soft

    And we’ll overcome what is breaking us

    And hope our love is still not lost

    I hear the seagulls calling

    While the ships pass through the bay

    I’ve been swimming in these waters

    To wash my thoughts away

    I’ve seen rainbow coral reefs

    Fish swim upstream

    Last night I saw your silhouette

    As I fell into my dream

    I’ve kept my promise sacred

    There’s a line I’ll never cross

    My feelings haven’t faded

    My love is still not lost

    The summer heat is rising

    The night sky won’t turn black

    I’d feel more like myself again

    If I knew you would come back

    My mind can hardly focus

    Every thought leads back to you

    Some days are just hopeless

    And I don’t know what to do

    This year is filled with hardship

    And we’ve both payed the cost

    Thinking about how it could have slipped

    But my love is still not lost

    I fell in love with your laughter

    Fell deep in your blue eyes

    Each time I was with you

    I was full of butterflies

    I watch the glowing sunset

    Golden embers cross the sky

    I’d put my arms around you

    If you were by my side

    I hope there will come a day

    When I’ll kiss your lips so soft

    And we’ll overcome what is breaking us

    And hope our love is still not lost

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitar, lead vocals

    Sander Eriksen Nordahl – Electric guitar

    Geir Sundstøl – Pedal steel, vocals, electric guitar

    Martin Morland – Bass

    David Wallumrød – Keyboards

    Erland Dahlen – Drums, percussion

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim, Oslo

    Mixed by Mattias Glavå

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

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Still Not Lost (in Oslo) - Live EP

Release: March 3rd, 2024 on Die With Your Boots On Records

Produced by Ole Kirkeng

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  • Guitar, vocals – Ole Kirkeng

    Guitar, vocals – Sander Eriksen Nordahl

    Guitar, vocals – Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie Bass, vocals – Martin Morland

    Drums, vocals – Torjus Nevland

    Recorded by Charlie Culbert

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • Guitar, vocals – Ole Kirkeng

    Guitar, vocals – Sander Eriksen Nordahl Guitar, vocals – Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie Bass, vocals – Martin Morland

    Drums, vocals – Torjus Nevland

    Recorded by Charlie Culbert

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • Guitar, vocals – Ole Kirkeng

    Guitar, vocals, melodica – Geir Sundstøl

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl

    Mixed by Bård Ingebrigtsen

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • Guitar, vocals – Ole Kirkeng

    Guitar, vocals, melodica – Geir Sundstøl

    Recorded by Geir Sundstøl

    Mixed by Bård Ingebrigtsen

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • Guitar, Vocals - Ole Kirkeng Guitar - Sander Eriksen Nordahl

    Guitar - Øyvind Kløve Kjernlie

    Bass - Martin Morland

    Drums - Torjus Nevland

    Recorded by Espen Høydalsvik

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

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Rocking Chair EP

Release: February 17th, 2021 on Die With Your Boots On Records

Produced by Ole Kirkeng and Øyvind Røsrud

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  • Bought my baby figure skates

    Brand new books and a pencil case

    She’s so excited, she can’t wait

    She can’t wait

    In her eyes I see yours too

    Beautiful and ocean blue

    When she’s laughing I hear you

    I hear you

    I don’t mind

    There’s no trouble to it

    I’ll be fine

    Working a double shift

    I don’t mind

    There’s no trouble to it

    I’ll be fine

    Working a double shift

    Double shift

    I’ll pick her up around after five

    The dinner’s ready when we’ll arrive

    She can stay at Grandma’s for a while

    For a while

    I thought I heard you walking down the stairs

    Or in the wind blowing through my hair

    I know you’re with us everywhere

    Everywhere

    I don’t mind

    There’s no trouble to it

    I’ll be fine

    Working a double shift

    I don’t mind

    There’s no trouble to it

    I’ll be fine

    Working a double shift

    Double shift

    Ole Kirkeng - Guitar, Vocals

    Øyvind Røsrud - Electric Guitar, Vocals

    Tor Egil Kreken - Bass, Vocals

    Thomas Gallatin - Drums, Tambourine

    Recorded by Øyvind Røsrud at Brageveien Studio

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

  • You make your way out to the street

    There’s a show tonight that you ought to see

    You crouch into a stranger’s backseat

    Your coat feels heavy from the rain

    You rather stay inside your head again

    But tonight, you got promises to keep

    No one will see it when you cry

    No one can see, the phantom tears in your eyes

    It’s been a while since you’ve had a drink

    All the parties feel like a waste

    You care less and less about what others think

    But careful now, don’t you fade away

    You rather stay inside your head again

    But tonight, you got promises to keep

    No one will see it when you cry

    No one can see, the phantom tears in your eyes

    Are you really alright?

    Are you really alright?

    When you say you are fine

    You know it’s a lie

    Are you alright?

    When you say you are fine

    You know it’s a lie

    Are you alright?

    You make your way out to the street

    There’s a show tonight that you ought to see

    You crouch into a stranger’s backseat

    Your coat feels heavy from the rain

    Ole Kirkeng – Guitars, Vocals

    Live Miranda Solberg - Vocals

    Geir Sundstøl - Pedal Steel, Harmonica, Marxophone, Q-chord, Effects

    Øyvind Røsrud - Synth, Vocals

    Håkon Kjenstad - Strings

    Tor Egil Kreken - Banjo, Bass

    Thomas Gallatin - Drums

    Recorded by Øyvind Røsrud at Brageveien Studio and Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim

    Mixed by Mike Hartung at Propeller Music Division

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen at Propeller Mastering

  • Sun-tanned skin, a half-moon smile

    A new shaved man, a newborn child

    L.A seems to give her what she needs

    A diamond ring and legal weed

    Your life is more like a rocking chair

    You go back and forth, but you go nowhere

    You keep on trying, so it’s not fair

    Your life’s more like a rocking chair

    Your life’s more like a rocking chair

    Subway rides and big bright lights

    Leave in the morning, come home at night

    In New York City you do more than try

    ‘til your colors fade, and you’re getting dry

    Your life is more like a rocking chair

    You go back and forth, but you go nowhere

    You keep on trying, so it’s not fair

    Your life’s more like a rocking chair

    Your life’s more like a rocking chair

    Sun-tanned skin, a half-moon smile

    A new shaved man, a newborn child

    L.A seems to give her what she needs

    A family, and stability

    Our life was more like a rocking chair

    We tried back and forth, but it went nowhere

    When I’m dreaming, she’s still right there

    My life’s more like a rocking chair

    My life’s more like a rocking chair

    My life’s more like a rocking chair

    Ole Kirkeng - Guitar, Vocals

    Live Miranda Solberg - Vocals

    Geir Sundstøl - Pedal Steel, Harmonica, Marxophone, Dulcimer, Q-chord

    Recorded by Mike Hartung at Propeller Music Division and Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim

    Mixed by Mike Hartung at Propeller Music Division

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen at Propeller Mastering

  • In the dark

    Sun is yet to rise

    I’m waking up

    Tired eyes

    I think we know

    It’s gonna be hard

    To be in love, and to be apart

    I won’t be much fun, to anyone else

    I rather sink down on the couch

    Alone with my phone

    Talking to you

    Dreaming of when

    We’ve seen it through

    I know we’ll grow

    But it’s gonna be hard

    To be in love, and to be apart

    I won’t be much fun, to anyone else

    I rather sink down on the couch

    Blowing kisses through the screen

    You take your hand, and place them on your cheek

    I just want to be near you

    I won’t be much fun, to anyone else

    I rather sink down on the couch

    Ole Kirkeng - Piano, Vocals

    Geir Sundstøl - Pedal Steel, Marxophone, Q-chord, Effects

    Mari Persen - Strings

    Tor Egil Kreken - Bass

    Thomas Gallatin - Drums

    Recorded by Øyvind Røsrud at Brageveien Studio, Mike Hartung at Propeller Music Division and Geir Sundstøl at Studio Intim

    Mixed by Mike Hartung

    Mastered by Morgan Nicolaysen

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