It Should Have Been Easy (Music: Nilsen, Words: Angelskår) 




It should have been easy to walk away   

goodbye to the scene

I wish you all the best

thank you for the music

some of it was great

dear friend, this is where it ends 




it should have been easy

to let you go

I knew that you were trouble

walking through the door

I knew that you were just 

what I’d been looking for

come on, just bring it on 

 

I have songs in the air

I know just how they sound

but I cannot put them down      

I used to want what you had

before you had control

before we all went gold          




it should have been easy

to see the signs

but pride got in the way

and made me close me eyes    

promises were made a late

December night 

I thought; this time

I could change your mind




but there’s another life out there

another morning breeze

roaming through the streets                                

there’s that old white picket fence

and a house amidst the trees

a lie that she’ll believe        




tonight I’m scared

alone and unprepared

tomorrow’s here

and I’m not ready




I used to want what you had

before you had control

before you let it go    

and this emptiness you feel

I don’t know why it’s there

or how it came to be




there were days when you tried

when your face came alive

that fire in your eyes   

and while we’re just passing through

you’re walking back and forth

looking for the door




I used to want what you had

before you had control

before we all went gold 

and this emptiness you feel

I don’t know why it’s there

or how it came to be




Polaroids & Power Chords (Music: Widerøe, Words: Angelskår)




It doesn’t happen very often but she called you up today

and asked you out for lunch and catching up

she still lives her life in London, but she thinks of coming home

wondering who’s around and who’s not

there’s a picture of you from the Moscov underground  

just before the union collapsed

you’re playing Lennon-songs with power chords for the people passing by 

still thinking you could change the world, perhaps




your wife is off at sunrise and works till late at night

still busy chasing someone else’s dream                                                 

it doesn’t make her happy, but it keeps her occupied

now you’re sorting out which memories to keep                         

it doesn’t happen very often but sometimes you need more

so you buy a pair of shoes or a watch you can’t afford

you leave the house at midnight and just drive until you are bored      

and now you’ve started waiting for a call                                               




when going through your drawers, you find that wallet tucked away     

with a polariod from a phone booth in Berlin                                

she waves at the photographer with a flyer in her hand

so happy to be part of something real                                              













Julia Jacklin’s Voice (Angelskår)




Your smile and I we’re both trying

to forget how good it makes me feel

Oslo is cold, this time of year

but the snow that fell today it won’t last a week

it melts in puddles around your feet




my record player spins too slow

fucks up Julia Jacklin’s voice

I leave her on, we both like her songs

and we’re not going take that trip to Thailand

not as long as your grandma is still sick

and me and my Mom we don’t get along

and I no longer know what to save you from




so don’t go there

don’t ask me to recognize what we had

I don’t need you to care

you used to be so good at being bad

you used to prefer unhappiness to me




you think of nothing, you’re at ease

you’re the light between the trees

I’m the sky about to rain

I’ve always wondered how you do it

how you keep my love alive

it just goes on like nothing’s changed

just like a kid that won’t behave




I put the Everly Brothers on

I need «Cathy’s Clown» to fill the room

just untill you’re gone

we don’t talk much, we never do

it’s kind of nice not having to

just until it’s not

you tell me something I should have known




don’t go there

don’t ask me to recognize what we had

and don’t disappear

you used to be so good at being bad

you used to prefer unhappiness to me






























It Doesn’t Matter, It’s Ok (Angelskår)




I was always able to find a way

to get things done

before she came

I’d go for a run and clear my head

these days I lose my breath, just turning around in bed

if I come out the other end

I’m going to need a friend 




I was always told to do my best

without too much fuzz

to be someone you could trust

I wish I knew just what she wants

for every move she makes I’m looking for a cause

like the universe will have to adjust

to what she does




it doesn’t matter what I do

it doesn’t matter what I say 

it doesn’t matter what I thought we could be, it’s too late

if she’s not going to wait




I always thought I was someone else

someone good

I was never this afraid

my heart it won’t listen to my head

me, I keep repeating what I should have said  

I’ve always known how to turn a phrase

when it’s too late




it doesn’t matter what I do

it doesn’t matter what I say

it doesn’t matter if I turn up too late, it’s ok

if she’s not going to wait                                                                                                      
































Clouds Let Them Come, Rain Let it Fall (Angelskår) 




The stains in the carpet, the mud on my shoes                                                                

the fear in her eyes when I entered the room

did we talk, should I listen to that voice from below

I swear she was here just a minute ago




that’s what losing sounds like

I’m not dreaming, am I 




I dial her number and send out a spark

my fingers remember and so does my heart

does it hurt like it did, does it sting like before

I can’t feel my feet as I am crossing the floor




I try not to wonder about where you are

did I leave you alone out there in the dark




falling out of a dream                                    

thought I’d thought of everything

falling out of a dream




I wish I was lost, but I know what I’m looking for  

I’m looking for home in the deep of the night                               

I picture your house around Christmas time




I was never going to stay, I was only passing through

of course these things they’re never up to you




where are you going tonight

there’s no moon, no stars in sight

just tell me you’re fine, that we’re doing alright

don’t make me wait for your call

as I pray to be done with it all                  

the clouds - let em come, the rain – let it fall 




a cheap, light summer dress, 

the smell of her hair against my chest, 

that song on her lips, those lies in her eyes

they’re as lovely as they’re unkind   




a forest lies thick in front of me   

I have miles to go before I sleep




where are you going tonight

there’s no moon, no stars in sight

just tell me you’re fine, that we’re doing alright

don’t make me wait for your call

as I pray to be done with it all                  

the clouds - let em come, the rain – let it fall 



















The Singer (Angelskår) 




You always keep me waiting

one foot out the door

and you refuse to let me know

just who you are

and who you were

before you took me on




you leave before I wake up

you text me when I call

and you refuse to let me know

just where you are

and who you’re with

while I’m on my own




a little black cloud in a dress

a litlle black cloud in high heels

and though you’re showing me the steps

you never dance for me




but I’ll come back to you

like I always do

I’ll come back to you




you ask me to be patient

but you don’t know what it means                             

to hold on to anything                                                                                          

I don’t why I let you do these things to me




as I watch you sleeping

I still wonder who you are

and who you dream about tonight                                               

if you’re alone, if you’re still stoned

if you remember why




and that song you so believe in

it should be in a different key

and those words you keep repeating                   

is an apology                                                   




saying: I’ll come back to you

like I always do

I’ll come back to you

























Hey Sister (Music: Nilsen/Angelskår, Words: Angelskår)




It’s not what I regret, but what I am able to forget

here and now is all there is to me

it’s not because I try, it’s not a helpful little lie            

but it’s why I never paint from memory




hurry! you say, but what if we just wait

what if we forget about today                                                                            

I don’t need to be right, but if you let me try I might

and tomorrow always seemed the better place




hey sister 

if I can’t find a way to clear the air

that’s when I disappear

hey lover

when you’re cuddling me in that Hollywood-kind-of-way

that’s when it’s too late




you too, you got restless on your own

you used to play with me, but then I broke

I heard you found another friend and should you mess things up again

there is always some relief in giving up 




hey sister 

if I can’t find a way to clear the air

that’s when I disappear

hey lover 

when you’re cuddling me in that Hollywood-kind-of-way

that’s when it’s too late






The Fog Has Lifted (Music: Angelskår, Words: Angelskår/Lyseid)




Your room is a time capsule where nothing ever changes

I have this urge to move things around

I leave the windows open, and pretend the fog has lifted

cause last night I tore your posters down     




you gotta let them go

those empty stars

there’s nothing there

behind their camouflage




they’re all grown up now

just like you

out looking for jobs

that they can hold on to




I met your friend I can’t recall his name he wears a trenchcoat

still got that diamond in his ear

down by the gym, I was about to go in, that’s when he asked me

if you still sometimes come back here 




you gotta let that go

those smalltown stars

they still parade

the same old boulevards




you got to let it slide

find another way

and don’t you listen to me

I’ve had my say




the beach is empty, and there’s nothing on downtown 

people tend to stay inside these days

you should call your Mum and let her know that you’re alright                       

you know how she worries when you’re away        




they still play your song on the radio

the one you did with Claire

before you let her go




it's good to hear your voice

and if I had to lie

I'd say I do prefer her on the other side




your room is a time capsule where nothing ever changes






















(Looking for) Truth in the Vocal Booth (Music: Nilsen/Angelskår, Words: Angelskår/Lyseid)




Fifteen and wide eyed

Flew to Cleveland on my own

Met my buddy Brandon on the ground 




Guns ‘n’ Roses

I bought their tape down at the mall              

Just two weeks after it came out  




But B, said listen here is a song

With a different mood

It wasn’t Motley or Aerosmith

But some english dude                                               

It sounded sweet, it sounded rude

Strangeways here we come




I am such a phony

I always claim this is who I am

Until I find another you




I gave up skating

Looking for truth inside a cave  

Surfing the new wave, all I know is don’t know nothing




What I am is what I am

Are you what you are?

I’m no bohemian like her

Me, I try too hard

Thought I loved her voice

Thought I loved her wit

Still I only sang that guitar




I’ve been listening to singers all along

Looking for truth in the vocal booth, and heaven knows I’m miserable now

When words can’t tell you who you are  

When you’re running out of choices

You don’t need the voices

Just the weep of a guitar




I keep getting younger

Man I used to be so old

At least sometimes that’s how I feel




I miss Van Halen

I miss the fun, I miss the girls

And I don’t care if it’s not for real




Things just haven’t been the same

Since that suicide note                                        

I don’t want a peek backstage

I want to get the joke

So while you burn out - I fade away

Into the days that used to be