Oh, dear sweetheart of mine
I reckoned my life to be over
Out of darkness I saw them shine
The mighty white cliffs of Dover

One early morning I set sail
Out of Port Sainte-Marine
No saint could save me, it would seem
From the raging storm I fell in

The crashing waves and howling winds
took my boat a-dancin’
a frightening waltz I could not lead
into the abyss a-glancin’

One- we rose and two- we stopped
Three- towards Hades falling
I felt the draw from down below
I heard the sirens calling

No saint am I, but Saint was he
Who brought my boat to harbor
He saved a sinner from the sea
Saint Brendan, the navigator

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

I was struggling
How to figure out this world all alone
You were looking
For a reason not to sing on your own

Your sweet voice, my lost cause
Collided like stars burning in the sky

And for a while we were in the same song
You had the chords and I played along
The sweetest tune till the chorus faded
And it was gone

Woke up running
Running out of reasons to stay
Ain’t it funny
How we ran out of things left to say

Your cracked voice, my long pause
The silence revealed what you could not believe

But for a while we were in the same song
You had the chords and I played along
The sweetest tune till the chorus faded
And it was gone

You were mine, I was yours
What started as going to last forever
Somewhere along the way turned to whatever
Still it was a time to remember

Cause for a while we were in the same song
You had the chords and I played along
The sweetest tune till the chorus faded
And it was gone

(Mari Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

I have hooted at the big man, I’ve howled at the waning moon
I have stolen from the rich, but I gave it away too soon

Next to living, next to dying, I have no particular fears
I have made my father proud, and I’ve moved my mother to tears

Nowhere to go, and nothing for me when I get there
Carry me home, 15 Isolation Row
Hope is never lost, someday we’ll do better
I’ll be waiting still on 15 Isolation Row

I have heard the lies they tell you, I’ve seen my brother get slain
I believe what someone told me, no good man dies in vain

The mistake I made was simple, I fought injustice with a gun
May the Lord have mercy on my soul, I’ll pay for what I have done

(Mari Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

Once again I’m lost in a bar room
Four nights in a row, three days going mad
Right before the words; “I am leaving”
I can recollect, feeling rather glad

Play on, Willie and Trigger
Play for my bleeding heart
Sing songs ‘bout something bigger
Tearing the void apart

When I close my eyes words still ringing
“You can have the dog and the records, too”
Memories of you overwhelm me
Every time I put the needle to the groove

How did it feel to hear my heart break
Leaving me vinyl and a heartache
Was not what I had in mind
I would choose an old cassette deck
A second chance to kiss your sweet neck
Like a tape I could rewind

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

Can you still recall that day
When you said I’m here to stay
Back when we wrote in stone
Had no place to call our home

Home – no place to call our home

I remember restless nights
Drifting towards the morning light
Looking for something true
To find a road that fit our shoes

A road – a road that fit our shoes

Thinking of a winter when
All I wanted was to find a friend
Back then I never knew
I would find someone like you

You – find someone like you

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

(Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, John McVie, Christine McVie)

Mary was never at ease with what life had brought her
When things came out this way she’d care more for the other
Most of the time she would make up her mind
By simply flipping a coin
Holding her bets on both sides of the quarter
Then feeding the cigarette machine down at 12th & Porter

Days like this made her think of her mother
Nothing could make her come back she knew she shouldn’t bother
“it’s nuttin budda sin you don’t learn how to swim
Yer ma would’ve cared for it too,
Feet up head back” her daddy had told her
Cumberland river’s just a walk down from 12th & Porter

The night was so warm she laid back to float like a daughter
Of the motherly nearness in the washing of the water
The river caressed her and gently undressed her
She knew she would never go down
If she could lay still and follow the wave that had caught her
Nowadays the machine holds a sign that says;
“Slot out of order, one dollar bills only. No change. Staff 12th & Porter”.

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken, Per Aasmund Aarnes )

My uncle with a drifter’s heart
What he might lack in riches he made up in charm
Had an old guitar he would play
With a voice so fair sing your worries away

A penny in a wishing well
striking luck in the form of a real southern belle
He died in the spring of ‘09
Left a broken belle and troubles behind

Now he’s gone, nothing but memories to keep me company
And this song, telling the stories about a nobody
That’s somebody to me

I still recall my grandpa John
Old as bones, dry as sand and as hard as a stone
Walked off in a winter storm
With a jar of white lightning to keep himself warm

Now he’s gone, nothing but memories to keep me company
And this song, telling the stories ‘bout a few nobodies
That’s somebody to me

I think about my sister dear
Full of life, full of love, full of self hate and fear
Made it to the age of 19
I fell apart at the words; here lies Francine

Now she’s gone, nothing but memories to keep me company
And this song, telling the stories ‘bout a few nobodies
That’s somebody to me

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)

The moon is hanging high above
A long and dusty red dirt road
My blood has stained this land before
No more, no more

My heart is aching, all in vain
But I embrace what some call pain
It shook my bones, the weight I bore
No more, no more

I won’t break, I won’t be shaken
No more

The ground keeps taking a heavy toll
the red dirt country owns my soul
An oath I took, in blood I swore
No more, no more

(Mari Sandvær Kreken, Tor Egil Kreken)