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This is my second album.

Another part of me.

This is an open gate for you to enter, a picture of the crossroad where I stand now, a window to my Garden, where my quest for love, strength, happiness and fulfilled dreams ends up. It is me stumbling on the borderline to the out most beauty.

...New wave, rock, frail piano hymns and suggestive electronica combined...

I have a new talented and very beloved musicians with me; Thomas Von Wachenfeldt, bringing forth the folk-lore and allowing my arrangements to blossom a bit more, as well as Staffan Österlind from my debut Swimming without webbed toes, adding sexy and weird guitars to my songs. 

This album will only be released in a small printed collection for you who are still in love with booklets and things you can touch. So if you want a signed copy, get your hands on it now (buy buttons further down to the left).

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About the album and the story it tells

I sit alone, I think about this year, about what I've learnt and where I am going. I think it's time to say hello. I haven't really introduced myself - yet.

Sol. It means the sun, and it stands for what I seek in life - warmth, new days, growth. The other part Skugga stands for my shades, and it comes with the light. A coexistence between the spark that keeps me alive, and the darkness that keeps me humble. I hope.

Gardenia.

My inner Garden, a place I have kept away from the outside world, a private place to rest, to think, to be alone. Where love nourish The grass and tears lightens the rainbow. I suddenly found myself on the surface of that place, standing on the borderline, outside the gate, with a new word on my lips.

Welcome.

Step inside, be my guest. Put your footsteps beside mine in the untouched snow, I trust you.

So - it starts with Intuition.

An echo from the past, a map over my future. The pure feeling of standing on firm ground, a feeling that I for so long did seek. The insight that there's nothing to be fixed, cause there's nothing inside that is broken. An approach to life, that let's me walk without regrets.

The feeling is overwhelming and strong, like waves coming in, and when it goes away, there's a thank you note left in my hand. Written on the front walls of my garden.

What have I become, where am I now. Until now, I have been focusing on my fight for happiness, for love and tenderness. Today ready to fall. To burn my wings and fall. Not afraid of who might catch me or not.

And in that sentence I found another truth. About what I do not need. What I no longer have to excuse or accept. I tend to always understand and forgive people I come across, to swallow my pride, and always support with a loving hand.

Life is so frail, and few people will find a peaceful place to embrace their beloved in. Few understands where they stand, and what they have. Understands the meaning of love and affection. And it makes me wanna cry.

It makes me think about children in the streets. About child abuse. Trafficking. Rapists. Murder. Being lonely, not only alone.

So I wrote Empty Street.

Then again I got sad. Angry and sad. About how blind we are, sometimes. About how blind I am, from time to time, even if I try to walk with my eyes and senses wide open. How I at times fought for understanding and a similar mind, where no such were to find.

So, I sit down and let the shadows softly surround me. I know they have to be there, to compliment the spark in my chest. So many streets and cities I have walked, following my intuition, my passion and the quest for love. Strong, but yet weak.

I scream, laugh and rice again. I dance.

I bring up the volume of my heartbeats and continues, approaching strangers, following my rhythm, mystic tunes from inside. Forcing myself to be honest, truthful and real.

Gardenia.

Sometimes you see it in my eyes. Sometimes you don't. But it's always with me. That secret, sacred place.

And I always return there. With my beloved. To sleep, embrace and make love. Return to Wilderness.

So it's midnight. Me myself and I, sun and shadow alone. It often comes down to my own company. And I love it. I'm always at peace when alone. Me and those candlelights. memories, past and future. Life.

So...every story ends, don't they? I don't know. But my record had to be finished. So I spent a night, letting go of that little girl inside, the young, hopeful, seeking sunshine. And so her voice formed one word. Friend.

The only word that really matters. To me.

Welcome to my Garden.

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