BAG OF BONES

Watching the News. People are starving. We abuse our planet and the future of our children. 

But some people rise up and let their voices being heard! Our children have already started to fix the damage we have done. BAG OF BONES travels into dark territory, but never without a glimmer of light and hope! It’s not too late to stand up for what we believe is right. 

Thank you: Heinz (+ family) and his Orion’s Shadow for great advice and contribution to my music. All my friends who have helped me out. And last but not least my family: L8, Ida Hermine and Nils Iver. A special thanks to my daughter Ida for singing with me on several tracks. 

REVIEW: BAG OF BONES – SINGLE

OMINOUSLY, DEVASTATINGLY ARRESTIVE ALT ROCK

Kjell teamed up with Orion’s Shadow to create the single which any fans of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are sure to appreciate. If you don’t get chills by the time this track fades out, you might want to check if you have a pulse.

Read the full review here

REVIEW: G.M.A – SINGLE

THE RAW, ORGANIC NATURE OF G.M.A. WILL LEAVE A LONG LASTING IMPRESSION

Mash up Iggy Pop and the Black Keys, and you might get a soundscape as transfixing as Alt Rock artist Kjell’s single G.M.A. It’s ominous, it’s indulgent, and the instrumental arrangements alone will provide you with a striking amount of imagery.

Read the full review here

RADIO:

Midlands Metalheads Radio

26&17 on the air

A huge thank you to Midlands Metalheads Radio for talking about my record and playing the song 26&17. The talk about Bag of Bones starts at the 144th minute of the show. Listen in folks. You can listen to the broadcast here. 

Lyrics – Bag of Bones

Invisible
Stand Up (Album Edit) (05:31)

«When I wrote Stand Up, I wanted to create something in the veins of Neil Youngs Rocking In The Free World. Thematically it questions what we are doing to each other and the planet we are living on. We can stop now, but we can never turn around!«

Stand up. For the words the you’ve spoken.
Stand up. Now is time for changes, you were there on the day our mother drowned.
Stand up. Our planets bleeding.
Stand up. Our waters boiling. Burning oil, sharks are nowhere to be found.

You and me we wanna dance together,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

You and me we wanna sing forever,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

Stand up. I see satan´s coming.
Stand up. I see the Wall returning – «sure as hell don’t want that kind inbound”.
Stand up. I see there´s bullets wasted.
Stand up. I see kids are killing, firing guns when we should all be safe and sound.

You and me we wanna dance together,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

You and me we wanna sing forever,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

Stand up. All the bloodlines lost now.
Stand up. I see helmets coming, white will help, black can force you to the ground.
Stand up. For the words the you’ve spoken.
Stand up. Now is time for changes, you were there on the day our mother drowned.

You and me we wanna dance together,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

You and me we wanna sing forever,
we can stop but can never turn around.
You and me we gonna stand together.

Today Could Be The Day (03:43)

«In Today could be the day, I imagine someone getting tickets to Ariana Grandes concert i Manchester. Someone else getting tickets to Route 91 Harvest music festival in Las Vegas. These two moments of joy, turned out to be something else – moments of terror.

(The crying baby is my son sounding through the babycall into my studio while I was recording vocals. I left it in there as it created a fitting atmosphere)”

Today, could be the day, you´ll be going to war.

This day in May you had been waiting.
Blew out the candles I made a wish come true.
You sure had Grande expectations.
Finally old enough, and now she´s singing for you.

 So many people were out that night.
Manchester lights and the kids are allright
It´s all about love, send a message through.
What right did he have to take that from you?

This day, this fall, you had been waiting.
Blew out the candles I made a wish come true.
It was the way a night should feel now,
Finally old enough, and now he´s singing for you.

So many peolple were out that night.
Las Vegas lights, and the kids are allright.
It´s all about love, send a message through.
What right did he have to take that from you?

Today, could be the day, you are going to war. 

Bag of Bones (03:56)

It was written after I had watched the movie The Revenant. I wanted to catch the essence of the evil characters – the indians. Something dangerous going from village to village, in a small boat down the river, with a need to fill its Bag of Bones.

Can you see me coming as I float on up around the bend?
Can you see what I´m carrying my boat up around the bend?
Can you see water turning red as I turn on up around the bend?
Can you see what I´m carrying in my boat are ready for the end?

As I reach the shore I step outside, but first I grab my bag of bones.
My boots are dry, your spirits high, as I grab a hold on my bag of bones.
You welcome me, your soup is hot, and beside me is my bag of bones.
You look at it, and you wander why is he carrying all this stones?

I grab my knife, the blood looks light dirt, I use it just to cut the rope.

I open up, and I offer you to peak inside my bag of bones.
As you look inside, I grab my knife, slit your thought inside my bag of bones
I chop and I carve untill your head falls offs, and your bleeding while your loved once moans.
I can still hear you scream, and your body falls down, leaves your head inside my bag of bones.

I wrap it up, my bag of bones, I leave your family there all alone.
The soups still hot, while your children cry with your head inside my bag of bones.
I Leave your house, I go back to my boat, and beside me is my bag of bones.

I leave the shore, heading out for more I have a need to fill my bag of bones.
Can you see me coming as I float up around the bend?
Can you see me coming?

I'm a Highway Star (03:05)

«I’m a Highway Star» pictures me sitting in a car reflecting over my mothers troublesome life. I’m thinking of all the love she had and all the sadness she was carrying inside of her. She always stood strong and loved us kids very much. Until she could not take it anymore and chose to leave us. I’m a Highway Star is a tribute to my mother».

I´m a highway star
Traveling way to fast and going to far.

I´m hiding in the rain,
You had to struggle not to go insane.

I know you couldn’t stay.
Now you no longer hear the things I say.

I thought that you would be,
the one to always be there next to me.

I know you tried your best,
As life got harder you couldn’t pass the test.
I can still see you.
Vague shadows forming memories in blue.

I know what mattered to you,
And suddenly everything you had was due.
I did think of it then,
but now I see you always planned for the end.

I got to say goodbye.
But I could never ever see u cry.
I got hold your hand.
As you where making your final stand.
I had to leave you there.
I guess I was too young for death to share.

I´m a highway star.
I´m Traveling way to fast and going to far.

Red Door (03:37)

«Red Door» is about going mad. Hopefully I am not quite as mad as the person in song. But it is inspired by ups and downs I have had in my life. A touch of OCD and performance anxiety that I have struggled with manifests itself in the song. Put a little on the edge, Red Door is what it sounds like…

I want to scream I want to run,
I want to tick tock times ticking.
I want to click I want to lock,
I repeat it until I bleed.

Don’t want to find, I hide my fright,
I hear myself in my head.
I trust my self, don’t trust myself.
I repeat, bad thoughts I breed.

In my head I’m fighting, I’m dying.
Why can’t I do it, am I going all insane?
In my head I’m fighting,
I’m trying. Win or lose it, am I going all insane?

Car lights flashing, fists are bashing,
blood spurts out from my nails

Clocks go tick, and table turns,
my eyes closed but still I see.
Darkness raising, hope is falling.
Will I found the strength?
Darkness sliding, hope is raising.
On my way back again.

In my head I’m fighting, I’m dying.
Why can’t I do it, am I going all insane?
In my head I’m fighting,
I’m trying. Win or lose it, am I going all insane? 

Someone tell me, what’s this madness in me, can I leave it behind?
So, which side should you chose when I’m going mad.

Let The Birds Fly (04:57)

«Let The Birds Fly» is written by my good friend and co-pilot Heinz Karnitschar. This is one of the songs that brought us together. I was asked by this guy on a forum if I would be interested to sing and play guitar on one of his songs. Of course I was interested. And funny enough the song fit perfect in on the album I was making at the time. Love this song».

Where to go from here?
Where do i go from here?
What have i got today? 

A bitter sting. Emotion.  (A bitter sting).
Children feel the pain.
People have been slain.
I’m standing here, 

I’m standing here,
I’m standing here and i cry.
Let the birds fly. 

A deceving dream? (A decieving dram)
Or the original sin? (The original sin)
Feeling numb and cold.  (Feeling numb and cold)
Yeah, bitter tears, bitter tears ran dry! (Bitter tears rund dry)
Let the birds fly.

Did you turn away? (Did you turn away?)
No reason to obey? (No reason to obey)
Drift against the stream! (Drift against the stream)
Bring me back, bring me back. Bring me to the sky! (Bring me back to the sky)
Let the birds fly!

If i had the power,
I could change mankind.
If i had the potion, i’d leave no soul behind.
Candlelights are fading. Is it all too late.
Battered hearts are waiting – to alleviate.

Facing fear and anguish …. (Facing fear of anguish).
But the sun will rise again!

 

G.M.A (05:18)

G.M.A is about the bombing in Manchester after Ariana Grande had performed at Manchester Arena. I had attended her concert in Stockholm just a week before with my daughter. I was horrified by the happening. It could have happened to us. It was heartbreaking.

No-one saw you coming. In the shadows tonight.
Left all your light behind. Only hatred in sight.
What you got to remember? That theres kids inside.
So what you gonna do? You should run and hide.

Now, I can see them crying. I can see them flying,
Oh, I can see them dying. Desperately trying.
And its all your fault. This is all on you. You.

You shouldn’t touch our children. You shouldn’t come to our home.
You should not interfere. You should take care of your own.
You should trie to remember. Fuck colour, sex and God.
We´re here to live in peace, no matter who you are.

Can you see them coming? Yeah, there here for you.
Burning wings and empty eyes. You shall burn there too.
´Cause your name is forgotten. No-one knows who you are.
There’s no mission accomplished, not even a falling star.

´Cause you left her broken. From the bottom of her heart.
Rotting flowers on the ground. Then make a brand new start.
Cause we will never give in. And we will never give up.
Cause she will raise again. We will raise again.

We will never give in.
We will never give in.
We will never give in.

Invisible

Why did I leave when I saw opportunity smile?
The dance was nice but I´ll be gone for a while.
Leaves outside turns brown and then turns green again.
And day turns night and dark turns day.

 

I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.
But will I make this all alone, I´ve made my choice and will carry on.

Sometimes I feel that i have let you down.
Keep my head up, try to balance my crown.
Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing right now.
Thinking of returning but I don´t know how.
You used to always tell me all,
but now that all has turned to some.
I promised myself I wouldn’t start again,
no more injections into my memory vain.

I wonder what you think of me, am I Judas in your eyes?
And do you find fair to speak well of me, so that I can have peace of mind?
I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.
But will I make this all alone, I´ve made my choice and will carry on.

I wonder what you think of me, am I Judas in your eyes?
And do you find fair to speak well of me, so that I can have peace of mind?
I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.

Wonder What You Think of Me? (05:00)

«Wonder What You Think of Me?» was written a rainy night in Bålsta-Sweden as a single street light was fighting darkness. I had just spoken to a good friend of mine from back home, Båstad-Norway, on the phone. I had a feeling he was holding something back or did not want to tell me what was on his mind. I was wondering why? Was it because I had let him down by moving to Sweden? Had I let everyone back home down? It´s about home sickness and insecurity about the choices we make in life. The choices are made and we have to go on.»

Why did I leave when I saw opportunity smile?
The dance was nice but I´ll be gone for a while.

Leaves outside turns brown and then turns green again.
And day turns night and dark turns day.

I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.
But will I make this all alone, I´ve made my choice and will carry on.

Sometimes I feel that i have let you down.
Keep my head up, try to balance my crown.

Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing right now.
Thinking of returning but I don´t know how.

You used to always tell me all,
but now that all has turned to some.

I promised myself I wouldn’t start again,
no more injections into my memory vain.

I wonder what you think of me, am I Judas in your eyes?
And do you find fair to speak well of me, so that I can have peace of mind?

I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.
But will I make this all alone, I´ve made my choice and will carry on.

I wonder what you think of me, am I Judas in your eyes?
And do you find fair to speak well of me, so that I can have peace of mind?

I´ve got no place to call my own, cause I´m so tired and I must go on.

You Can Never See Us Coming (03:37)

«You Can Never See Us Coming» was written one night after the terrorist attack in France 2015. We were watching Skavlan Talkshow when the news hit us. It was a shock of course. And the contrast hit me. I sat there with my bag of chips a beer and a whiskey watching light entertainment safe in my home. People in France were doing something they loved as well. Suddenly they were victims of a merciless tragedy. It came out of nowhere, and it could happen to anyone.»

Its so quiet now,
no more storytelling heroes.
There are empty places,
where the stories used to be.

Now, theres a whole wide world,
for you and me to take from.
Is there any sense in this?
Is this world we created for real?

You can never see us coming,
and you won’t believe its real.
What we bring is death and hatred,
and we bring it home to you.

I feel a burning pain,
I trie to pray but will faith deliver?
Try not to go insane,
but my hatreds pouring through

I put a flower down,
a wooden cross over burning red sand.
Tears are falling down,
revenge is my gift to you.

You can never see us coming,
and you won’t believe its real.
What we bring is death and hatred,
and we bring it home to you.

Now it a peaceful face,
I see resting there forever.
In all your painless grace,
I know what I have to do.

So I raise my head,
to honour a fallen hero.
I can’t raise the dead,
so I am coming home to you.

Can anyone remember how or why hate each other.
I’m sure there must have been a time, when we talked to the same mother.
Instead of carrying love, we sell blood and self-destruction.
We have one world, we should live in peace, there should be room for me and you.

You can never see us coming,
and you won’t believe its real.
What we bring is death and hatred,
and we bring it home to you.

The Walker (Wonder What You Think of Me II) (04:18)

«The Walker» is a sequel to «Wonder What You Think of Me». I had another long talk with this friend om mine and I now understood why he had been hesitant to tell me all earlier. I realised that we could still talk about everything, and that we were as close as ever before. If not even closer. He was going for a walk in Norway and I in Sweden. We walked for hours until late night, and when I came home I had «The Walker» in my head. It’s a tribute to our friendship. May it last forever.

I am here now, try to stand tall.
You are so humble, overwhelmed and weak,
and I make you strong. I try to make you strong.

You are alive, so you might fail,
you´re feeling so fragile like autumn leaves fall,
and I keep you up. I try to keep you up.

Yes, I´m walking on, you’re talking on.
I got all the time that you need right now,
I´m feeling totaly numb. I´m feeling comfortably numb

Guess I should say thanks. For sharing your thoughts.
I should say yes for all the times that we shared.
I turn away from home. I walk away from home.

I am the walker.
You are the talker.
We are the watcher of falling stars.

Well, you´re not alone. You have me here.
I have a chance to walk right here, but not quite beside of you.
You walk beside of me.

I chose few words, with thought and care.
I hear you speaking of things we do right here.
You whisper in my ear, I`m silent in your ear.

I am the walker.
You are the talker.
We are the watcher of falling stars.

I Remember You (02:20)
I recently watched a documentary about
survivors of the holocaust. They told their stories, as
old ladies and gentlemen. It was very moving.
After seeing this I sat down and wrote this song where
I imagine a survivor going back to Auswitch so many
years later. The lady singing beautifully in the chorus is
my daughter (14).

I can´t see you now,
They got to us somehow
Yes, I remember you

Can you see me now,
I made it out somehow.
Oh,  I remember you.

After all these years gone by,
Still many of us cry,
I still wonder why we let them do…

I shared a bed in hell.
You stood up and I fell
Oh, I remember you.

I could not sleep that night,
You in internal light.
Oh, I remember you.

After all these years gone by,
Still many of us cry,
I still wonder why we let them do…

Why can’t I hold your hand?
Making my final stand.
I remember you.

It is so long ago,
my  memroies going slow.
Oh, I remember you.

After all these years gone by,
Still many of us cry,
I still wonder why we let them do…

everything they did to wipe out me and you.

26&17 (03:38)

A firefighter got a call some years ago about a motorcycle accident. His team had to move out. On the scene of the accident they found two motorcycles and their riders in the ditch. One of them was a friend of mine and the firefighter’s son. The other one I knew vaguely. They knew each other well. They were both gone. They were 26 & 17 years old. 

Two riders out in the night.
Gasolines burning, lazy winds are turning.
Two kids doing things right.
Engines churning just following the lights home.

Fire in hearts burning.
Fuel in engines turning.
Lifelines cut clean.
26&17

Two riders light flash engines spark.
Stars align to watch the riders in the dark.
Two kids leaving the park.
Friends are fading in revealing mirrors, shining chrome.

Two souls will meet tonight.
Spirits shake hand as they leave their earthly mark.
Two friends we´ll not see again.
Why they left us we´ll never ever know.

Fire in hearts burning.
Fuel in engines turning.
Lifelines cut clean.
26&17

Ode To My Family (02:33)

I am not really into writing love songs. Probably because I did write a lot of them as a young man. Songs about lonely wolfs, the moon, stars and endless love. Oh, and bleeding hearts and the end of the world. 

 

Of course I do love my family, I believe most of us do. And I wanted to tell them. And reality is, it’s not always perfect. Its ups and downs, warmth and cold. So  wrote this simple tune about realizing all that and it is ok. Cause when I look at what we have, everything is going to be alright. I am also so happy to have my daughter (13) singing with me on the track.

Sometimes I do drive you mad.
Sometimes I do leave you sad.
But when I think of what we have, you and me will be alright.

Sometime you do drive me mad.
Sometimes you do leave me sad.
But, when I think of what we have, you and me will be alright.
Yeah, when I look at what we have, I know we´ll be alright.

Think of years go flying by.
Thnink of times go passing.

Sometimes I do drive you mad.
Sometimes I do leave you sad.
But when I think of what we have, you and med will alright.
But when I look of what we have, you and me will be alright.

Bonus: Desert Trip (To My Father) (03:12)

In 2012 we went to California, to the Desert Trip festival with headlines such as The Rolling Stones, The Who, Roger Waters. And my house God Neil Young.

When I read about the festival I had not in my wildest dreams imagined I would spend a week in California at that time. 

 

My father who is a good old working-class hero, spent his life savings to take the whole family on a trip of their life time. My father still talks about every day. Thank you.

We packed it in and headed out to Indio.
We went walking under the warming desert sun.
With ol´time music and funny sigarettes, flowing through the air.
You were dancing all worries gone.

I was watching, I could see what you saw those nights. On a desert trip we hide.
I was watching, I could feel what you felt those nights. On a desert trip we ride.

We made new friends there, spent the night together.
Watching grumpy Bob and the oh all mighty Keith.

We sang for peace and we sang for freedom.
Drinks with new friends on the grass, and the old friends on the stage.

I was watching, I could see what you saw those nights. On a desert trip we hide.
I was watching, I could feel what you felt those nights. On a desert trip we ride.

Credits

All songs written and composed by: Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

Except (*) ‘Let the birds fly’ – written and composed by Heinz Karnitschar.

Lead vocals:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

Background Vocals:
Ida Hermine Teig, Natasha Karnitschar, Heinz Karnitschar & Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

Acoustic, Lead, Rhythm Guitars:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

Bass Guitar / Bass Computing:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig & Heinz Karnitschar (*)

Drums Computing:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig & Heinz Karnitschar (*)

Harmonica:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

Synthesizer, Keyboard:
Heinz Karnitschar

Piano:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig

FX:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig & Heinz Karnitschar
(Sound fx on 26&17 by Mike Koenig –http://soundbible.com)

Produced & Engineered:
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig & Heinz Karnitschar

Mastered:
LandR

Copyright © 2019
Kjell-Vidar Åhman Teig
Bålsta (Sweden) / Edmonton (Canada)

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