The Songs of Haakon

words are important.

words kill
words hurt
words weave sweet bonds

in the beginning was the word...

Til Isak

This is my first attempt at creating classical music.
In a short while, I hope to add a version where my son Isak, 9 years, will play the cornet-parts.

"Kjærlighetens kyst/Coast of Love" is one of the few songs I've written in Norwegian.
To Anna

Kjærlighetens kyst

Bordet bugner over

av juice og frukt og brød

En liten bris gir palmetrærne trim

To barn har bygget sandslott

som en tredje river ned

En gyllen katt står soldovent og ser

Solen skaper bølger i en luft så søt og klar

varme kyss gir hjerteskjelv og lyst

En ung mann faller ned på kne og venter på et svar

Sol og sjø og sand og hav på kjærlighetens kyst

En fiskerbåt glir stille

over hav så klart som glass

Luften den er fyllt av blomsterduft

På stranden slåss to måker

om et lite stykke brød

To jenter skjenker dukken sin litt te

Solen skaper bølger i en luft så søt og klar

varme kyss gir hjerteskjelv og lyst

En ung mann faller ned på kne og venter på et svar

Sol og sjø og sand og hav på kjærlighetens kyst :|

Håkon Rian Ueland (c) 2009

Coast of Love

The table overflows

with juice and fruits and bread

A tiny breeze gives the palms a workout

Two children have built a castle of sand

which a third destroys

A golden cat stands, sun-lazy, and watches

The sun creates waves in an air so sweet and clear

warm kisses create heart-shivers and lust

A young man falls down on his knees and waits for a reply

Sun and sea and sand and ocean on the Coast of Love

A fishingboat silently glides

over a sea as clear as glass

The air is filled with flowerscent

On the beach two seagulls fight

for a tiny piece of bread

Two girls pour their doll a cup of tea

The sun creates waves in an air so sweet and clear

warm kisses create heart-shivers and lust

A young man falls down on his knees and waits for a reply

Sun and sea and sand and ocean on the Coast of Love :|

Haakon Rian Ueland (c) 2009

i've got songpoems stashed away in notebooks,
on scraps of paper,
on an ancient Dell Axim.

a few of the songs have been recorded.
the quality varies.
so does my singing.

i am looking for singers who would like to use my songs

please listen through them, and mail me at hueland@gmail.com or call me at (+47) 99 567 564 if you find something you like.

namaste,
Haakon/Håkon
Norway

Stony Bird
© H.R.Ueland 2006, words and music by Haakon R. Ueland
To Aleksander

I was sitting on my porch on a Sunday afternoon with my head up in a cloud I was looking for the moon And then suddenly a bird made a nest right on my nose then it swooped down from its nest and it landed on my toes But the bird was not a bird 'cause the bird was made of stone when it landed on my toes I felt the crunching of a bone Then I lit a cigarette and it blew up in my face then I looked me in the eye and stated seems you've lost the race Another moment flew me by and my eyes were running dry so I put them in my mouth please don't try to ask me why But the sun was at its height in a moment we'd see night listening to paradise just my stony bird and I But the bird was not a bird 'cause the bird was made of stone when it landed on my toes I felt the healing of a bone Then I lit a cigarette and I took a real deep drag then I looked me in the eye and stated seems you've won the race.

Flowers
© H.R.Ueland 2005, words and music by Haakon R. Ueland
dedicated to a nameless baby girl who left us four months before she should've started her life.

There are still flowers in the garden There is still beauty in the world I'm sure that butterflies will some day flutter Even though this babys cries will stay unheard The sun will rise again tomorrow The moon will silver from the sky And my neck will still be bent with sorrow for the tiny child whose thoughts will never fly I hope you're safe from grief and sorrow I hope you're comfortable and warm I hope that in a distant far tomorrow I will meet you and hold you on my arm I will meet you and hold you on my arm I will meet you and hold you on my arm

Summer
© H.R.Ueland 2002, sung by Karen Ueland
To Karen

The heat from the sidewalk makes love to my feet and people all over make love in the heat I empty my glass and I raise my hands high 'cause the love I am feeling is aimed at the sky It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer Sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer and we love it! We're parked in the beachsand my darling and I and I am so happy I feel I could fly I sense the caress of a hand on my cheek in the heat of the moment I'm humble and weak It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer Sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer and we love it! (Free jazz-like scat on verse-chords) Sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer and we love it! The gloom of the winter is melting away and maybe this summer has come here to stay Your size, face or color it matters much less than this feeling we all share of summerness It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer Sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer It is sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.sum.summer and we love it! (Rep. to fade)

Darkness steals the day
© H.R.Ueland 2002
To Reidun

A freezing wintermorning he was taken from his home, "We don't want you dirty niggers so get lost you ugly gnome", They beat him up they beat him down until he had no tears, his fading cries corroded in my ears. It's not my business, I don't get involved, when the final hour comes we stand alone. If they had killed me to what would it solve, as the darkness steals the day it's each his own we all must must reap the seeds of what we've sown The gasoline made a gurgling sound as it poured out from the can The fumes removed the stench from the tired man "You dirty beggars spread disease, we're cleaning up this town" A single match was struck in Cabbagetown In Northern Ireland lies a tiny church made out of wood only standing room is left, a young girl dreams of sweet childhood It only takes a moment, and the church is gone from sight and the dream of the young girl turns into light Come on everybody and join in the bridge I can't change a thing, I'll get a beer from the fridge I'm better off living than caring and dead My mum didn't raise no empty head It's not my business, I don't get involved, when the final hour comes we stand alone. If they had killed me to what would it solve, as the darkness steals the day it's each his own Come on everybody and join in the bridge I can't change a thing, I'll get a beer from the fridge I'm better off living than caring and dead My mum didn't raise no empty head My mum didn't raise no empty head

Floating in the snow
© H.R.Ueland 2002
To Håvard

Mommy told me yesterday, You were gone, you’d passed away Wondering where you are now Floating in the snow Pearly flakes of pale white cold Glittering like tears of gold Whiter than a unicorn Floating in the snow I was good in every way Listened to you every day Did my chores and read my books Floating in the snow Mommy says that you are dead Cancer came and daddy fled Cancer let my daddy be Floating in the snow I will never shout at you You can have my railroad too Oh, please daddy, don't you go Floating in the snow

Pray
© H.R.Ueland 2001
To Beate

Everynight I pray, pray, pray that your love won't go away Every night I pray, pray, pray that you're always here to stay Holding on to love is like clinging onto sand If you try to squeeze it, it just slips from your hand But loosen up your fingers and open up your heart Muscles only good for making things fall apart Every night I pray, pray, pray that your love won't go away Everynight I pray, pray, pray that you're always here to stay I dream of forever together with you and sometimes I hate you for making me blue My love is a feeling that I know will last No one can stop it, it's going way to fast Every night I pray, pray, pray that your love won't go away Everynight I pray, pray, pray that you're always here to stay Every night I pray, pray, pray

Thanks to Apple - and especially Garageband
All content © Haakon Rian Ueland 2002-2012
except for Poem v.2 © Bjørn Nilsen 2003
and speeches and other samples © the authors 1963-2012

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The Songs of Haakon

words are important. words kill words hurt words weave sweet bonds in the beginning was the word...

Til Isak This is my first attempt at creating classical music. In a short while, I hope to add a version where my son Isak, 9 years, will play the cornet-parts.

i've got songpoems stashed away in notebooks, on scraps of paper, on an ancient Dell Axim. a few of the songs have been recorded. the quality varies. so does my singing.

i am looking for singers who would like to use my songs please listen through them, and mail me at hueland@gmail.com or call me at (+47) 99 567 564 if you find something you like. namaste, Haakon/Håkon Norway

words are important.

words kill
words hurt
words weave sweet bonds

in the beginning was the word...

Til Isak

This is my first attempt at creating classical music.
In a short while, I hope to add a version where my son Isak, 9 years, will play the cornet-parts.

i've got songpoems stashed away in notebooks,
on scraps of paper,
on an ancient Dell Axim.

a few of the songs have been recorded.
the quality varies.
so does my singing.

i am looking for singers who would like to use my songs

please listen through them, and mail me at hueland@gmail.com or call me at (+47) 99 567 564 if you find something you like.

namaste,
Haakon/Håkon
Norway