1. Lonesome Submarine Revirstredet 1:19
  2. That Day Revirstredet 3:30
  3. The Heart Knew No Reason Revirstredet 3:31
  4. Archery Revirstredet 3:33
  5. Great Expectations Revirstredet 4:17
  6. Carrom Revirstredet 2:51
  7. The City Talks to Me Revirstredet 3:17
  8. Wood Anemones Revirstredet 3:40
  9. Anatomical Theater Revirstredet 3:54
  10. The Dynacord King Revirstredet 4:12
  11. Safe Harbour Revirstredet 3:12

Lyrics

That Day

No, I can’t stay away
I got to be with you
The buzz of interference
A signal’s coming through

It’s the hardest choice
I’ll ever make

The backup singers
so joyful and sweet
The organ’s bubbling under
I follow the beat

It’s the hardest choice
I’ll ever make

That day
That way
You break my twigs filled with secrets

Words appear in air
descending in their flight
Cutting through the water
rise again as kites

It’s the hardest choice
I’ll ever make
I’ll ever make

That day
That way
You break my twigs filled with secrets

That day
That way
You break my twigs filled with secrets
so I can see the branches of the tree
The branches of the tree
The branches of the tree

The Heart Knew No Reason

I believed in something no one could see
that was hiding in the dark
The enemy within me always seemed to win
A change of colours, chameleon skin

Did I really think there was
a place in time
that could be reclaimed?
Still life
contained in a frame
signed with my name

A disembodied presence, a spirit or a ghost
If I listen, I can feel its pull
I can feel its pull

The heart knew no reason
The heart knew no reason

A cry for help when not a word was heard
The stroke of wings of a big black bird

Did I really think there was
a place in time
that could be reclaimed?
When the heart knew no reason

Archery

I’m off the drugs
that was balancing my mind
Reset and restart
unblocking the transmitters

I want to show you the love
that shines like a sun in every heart
And this is when to begin
And this is where to start

When the darkness filled me up
with a pain that had no name
Scorched earth
Consuming like wild fire
and followed as a curse

I want to show you the love
that shines like a sun in every heart
If this is when ro begin
And this is where to start

Archery

I want to show you the love
that shines like a sun in every heart
And this is when ro begin
And this is where to start

These late summer days
apples ripen towards the sky

Great Expectations

Here’s a picture that I like
of you and me in black and white
Reggae music in your mother’s living room
Curled up on the sofa on a Sunday afternoon
when the world was good

You had a scarf around your head
Tiny mirrors that looked like coins
Snowflake crystals falling from the sky
underneath a streetlight with the cosmos in her eyes
When the world was good

You were in the Christmas-play
Songs by Brecht and Weil

Great expectations
You moved on, but I’m still here
Great expectations
so unexpectedly

With your elbow on my shoulder
In front of the camera in the booth
We are so close I sense a tender innocence
When nothing was lost, this is the provenience
before the bad things happened

When the world was ours
The 2nd of July on the Kaya Tour

Great expectations
You moved on, but I’m still here
Great expectations
so unexpectedly

so unexpectedly

Jeans with patches, a dark and woolen cape
Your mother was an actress
lived in another town
But she told me I could stay

Great expectations
so unexpectedly
so unexpectedly

Carom

Do you think of earthquakes or disasters?
Things that got lost on the way
I dreamt of a long leather jacket
before I gave it to you
Scruffy and worn on the shoulders
missing a button or two

Did you ever read Babas Discourses?
I wish that I’d done it before
Playing carom on Thursdays
we talked about Jesus and love
Looking for signs and stories
to tell us which way to go

Buckingham and Nicks
Grace Slick or Patti Smith
Everything must go
Without me, we are one
We talked about Jesus and played carom

Making friends and excuses
Keeping warm in the cold
I remember the days and places
sometimes recalling her voice
When you were the girl from the Leopard
and I was a Sting Ferry Boy

Robin, Clive and Mike
The bell on Syd Barrett’s bike
The sanctuary is now
Without me, we are one
We talked about Jesus and played carom

The City Talks To Me

The city talks to me
of good times and painful memories
Trains went east and trains went west
From the beehive where I’m going
From the beehive to the hornets nest

The city talks to me
of traveling without arrival
I was always at my best
flowers blooming in my chest

She gave me books by Kerouac
How was I to know; she wanted them back
Skinny-dipping after dark
in the pool by the Sculpture Park

The city talks to me
How long can moments last?
Friday nights at the Savoy Hotel
Thirsty poets with new tales
Thirsty poets with new tales
Thirsty poets with new tales to tell

From the beehive where I’m going
From the beehive to the hornets nest

Wood Anemones

I’ve looked into the abyss
And jumped right into it
What else could I do?
How could I resist?

Like a vampire at the door
You were not invited in
Hiding behind cups of coffee
and corporate lapel pins

Inside out doesn’t matter
when you’re on the raw bones

Wood anemones
everywhere I go
I walk the overgrown paths
Lily of the valley
Across the marshlands to the beach
to see my face before I was born

What else could I do?
How could I resist?

Out on the roaring seas
driftwood, rafts and yachts
To float back into God
You are not your thoughts

Inside out doesn’t matter
when you’re on the raw bones

Wood anemones
everywhere I go
I walk the overgrown paths
Lily of the valley
Across the marshlands to the beach
to see my face before I was born

Wood anemones

Anatomical Theatre

You were the yogi on the motorbike
who said my writing was no good
In Mongolia
the train-ceilings were painted blue
on a quest for the sea

But you were wrong, always wrong
Yes, you were wrong, always wrong

Riding bikes, through fields of promises
on dusty roads and melting snow
We were friends
though you were older
At least, I said we were

Anatomical theatre
Watching me, watching you

Esoteric books from the record store
Attending classes by Hal Clark
In all your ragged glory
you were the king of the hill

But I was wrong, always wrong
Yes, we were wrong, mostly wrong

Anatomical theatre
Watching me, watching you
Anatomical theatre
Some times I see it, then I don’t

The Dynacord King

Tale the staircase by the chapel
to our rehearsal space
The Kings Court with a drum kit
the SG and a six string bass

And the sisters didn’t mind
The sisters didn’t mind
So generous and kind
with love in their hearts

It’s been so long now
Hail to the Dynacord King
I left the keys in the mailbox
when we moved from Terrapin

And when the magic happened
Music dancing in the air
Traffic jams in Bangkok
above the rim-shots on the snare

And the sisters didn’t mind
The sisters didn’t mind
So generous and kind
with love in their hearts

This is for the friendship
I somehow thought would stay
This is for the music
the homemade speakers and tape delay

Moving from minor to major
going for the one
made me forget

The Dynacord King

It’s been so long now
Here’s to the Dynacord King
If he’s still out there
please let him in

The Dynacord King
let him in
The Dynacord King

Safe Harbour

Safe harbour
sweet summer rain
You were meeting me

The wind and the rain
beat heavy on the tarpaulin
It’s not bothering me
I’m in a safe harbour
waiting for the storm to pass
I heard you call my name

Safe harbour
You were meeting me

Story

My ambition was to create a pop-rock album, combining acoustic guitars, synthesizers and vocal harmonies in open minded, inventive and bold arrangements.
I wanted to create a sound that was  somewhat eclectic and totally disrespectful to the rigidity of genres. And I got some gifted and highly creative musicians to play on it too.
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Revirstredet 1 (Album)

Title : Revirstredet 1
Release Date : February 9, 2018

Eivind Sigurd Johansen; words and music, vocals, acoustic guitar
Helge Hovland; acoustic and electric guitars, bass
Jacob Holm-Lupo; keyboards and syntheszisers
Ole Tom Torjussen; drums, percussion
Arthur Kay Piene; keyboards and synthesizers
Aslak Hartberg; acoustic bass
Lise Lotte Ågedal; vocals
Kristian Wentzel; keyboards and bass on «Archery»
Ketil Vestrum Einarsen; flute on «Anatomical Theatre
Simen Steensland; piano on «The City Talks To Me»
Anna Neerland; vocals on «That Day»

Cover-art; «But Where To Go» by Wenche Nag

Produced by Jacob and Eivind
Mixed by Jacob
Recorded by Jacob and Ole Tom
«The City Talks To Me» recorded by Øystein Vesaas

Mastered by Christian Obermayer at Strype Audio
Released on Meteoritt, February 2018
Special thanks to Cecilie, Helge, Jacob and Ole Tom