Thomas Herlofsen

Demo/proof of concept for the theatre production "Hei, Sydney!" Moog Sub Phatty + Mooer Ocean Machine reverb/delay/looper pedal.

Tor vs. Sladrehjerte vs. Se7en vs. Miles Davis vs. en sjuk trommis

Sjela mi, bare. No biggie

I've got those AI blues I've got those AI blues I made this without payin' my dues I've got those AI blues My baby left me all alone My baby left me all alone My baby married a drone My baby left me all alone I'm just a fake soul who got those AI blues Do I have a soul? I don't know I just got those AI blues

Vokal og musikk er begge riktige, forsåvidt, men advarsel for ekstrem riksmålsbruk. Likærn bedre på dialekt, egentlig.

A copyright lawsuit waiting to happen, this is an instrumental track for my band JEG SYNGER ALT NÅ

The edge of the city is green Down the path behind the mall Past stinging nettles Past apathetic minds The melting water and the rainwater have a family reunion in the temple of waterlilies where the paper cup refuses to sink The dam seems to be open tonight Trickles

A tribute to my friend Phoenix

Chatterheart by Thomas Herlofsen

You're my fever my resistant, pounding heart my beloved obsessive compulsive thoughts there are rhymes in my epicrisis all my rooms are waiting rooms

A piano, a granular synth, a leaf blower, some humming. The title means "high tide"

Enderim Det er så mørt i da alle veiane går samme veg Jeg lager kø og alle tuter, jeg må fløtte meg Det er så mørt i daog bluescreen på GPSen Med kanteklippern lister døden seg på strømpelesten Det er her, i femte bar,jeg cirka pleier å byne å snure å prate om håp og kjærlighet og alt det fine jeg har i huet Men bakken under meg glir igjen jeg griner klokka fire igjen Håp? Ikke nok av Huet? Litt f...

Dedikert til folka på den andre sia av torvet. Jeg har ikke vært der, men jeg prøver å hilse når vi møtes.

With apologies to Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

My gutter cried winter today So I suppose it will all be OK

Made on the Polyend tracker. The samples are a glass bell, me going AAH, some room ambience featuring my budgies and some white noise from my heater.

From my forthcoming album (and poetry collection) I GUESS THAT'S MORE OF A HOPE Download the ebook here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tcg6KI8L1X3Ne2sIxQjHVGul-46iMivF/view?usp=sharing

Another track from my forthcoming album I GUESS THAT'S MORE OF A HOPE

Afterwards Having loved and lost and loved and found After the children fell asleep and moved out After labours bitter and sweet Afterwards they got to sit for a while in the warmth of each other They had everything they needed At midnight you whisper Or the mirror in the evening window That I can rest for a while And I answer my loves or the mirror in the evening window with dew formed from every...

Inside the flour face, moon eyes Inside noise-cancelling cans Inside the hoodie In the corner You lost your train, SisterBrother It was lost on you in there Nor was it precisely on time so maybe you remained in yet another silent protest against this inadvertent, unjust universe where those who thread carefully and forfeit the eternal beauty pageant receive no reward except Loneliness and the occa...

Another track from my forthcoming album I GUESS THAT'S MORE OF A HOPE featuring poems from my poetry collection of the same name. The poetry collection is downloadable here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tcg6KI8L1X3Ne2sIxQjHVGul-46iMivF/view?usp=sharing

A musical version of a poem from my new collection I GUESS THAT'S MORE OF A HOPE. You can download it and read it for free here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tcg6KI8L1X3Ne2sIxQjHVGul-46iMivF/view?usp=sharing

Musical version of this poem, from my collection I GUESS THAT'S MORE OF A HOPE The foghorn Is at its loneliest howling into the twilight Is forgotten in the sunshine Thinks a siren is the thing to be Evil and beautiful Deathly desired by horny seafarers Or the sound of the ice cream truck

Dedicated to my friend Lamin and his work for justice and hope in Gambia and Norway

A little dancey thing, made mainly as an exercise. My vocal sample is recorded at the lovely Haga Restaurant at Jomfruland, Norway.