Na Na Ni

Na Na Ni

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Released in Sweden Jan 2008 by Jezebel Recordings, in the US Nov 2008 by The Kora Records and in Japan Dec 2009 by Zankyo records.

01. Black Fur
02. Alina’s Place
03. Hei Hei
04. 1986
05. Evil and I
06. Ninkon Loops
07. Angora Sleepwalking
08. Na Na Ni
09. 11 years
10. Morr

BLACK FUR on hierarchy, small wooden labyrinths, luck and the nature of animosity. imagine stephin merritt starring the cabinet of dr. caligari in present tense. somehow this song is also about rabbits. “noble blood will nobly die noble feet or royal miles they measure distance and set the height oh lie oh lie a lie a lie have some breakfast my gentlemen milk or coffee we never blend I’ve hung my patients on the wall now have some before the winner takes it all here’s my lawn enjoy yourselves you have yet some time to spend i have to go away my friends we’ll speak again we’ll speak again noble blood will nobly die noble feet or royal miles they measure distance and set the height oh lie a lie a lie a lie”. ALINA’S PLACE failing to spell “tintinnabular” and the tremendous hassles of growing up and finding a new home. “silly old parade where food gets thrown away digestive ill behaviour forming kids run up in lines oppressing here’s for fun impressive how the dress code’s working //:we’re all in:// comes the emperor our vicious lucifer and what could be more fun than hiding his didactic ways representative space around his arms where scars are forming //:they’re all in://”. HEI HEI here’s to the poetry of a broken elevator, or learning to tune a guitar while playing it. 1986 small fable on the discovery of violence in the head of a troubled 7-year old. “a bow and arrow twice we hit me there we hid the flare the poem for tonight the badger one badger moves to town we spoke about our minister they shot him down they shot him down a badger posing full of pride he found the town he found the town alright you say you ride your second bike all over now all over down the park there is a mist tonight for hiding sighs for hiding sighs covered out of sight we hit me there we hid the flare the poem for tonight the badger one badger comes to town”. EVIL AND I about leaving, levelling and learning to bullshit your therapist. nods to andrew lang’s blue book, yeats, mary shelley and the instinct of being safe in a dark place because the bad things cannot see you either. “didn’t get to bed until late in the morning ran my fathers truck all afternoon he whispered what the local newspaper wrote our town in despair had put a stop to crime i took two golden locks i found in the park and put them in the locker with my name on when the stroke occurred nothing could have stopped me i’m glad they bashed his head in out here in the open wild all the people are nice but december called for action what if father christmas went black that dog he would lose a generation i wish i never met her mother at church god bless but not the palestinians we could analyse what has caused me so much pain i didn’t mean it”.
NINKON LOOPS moving rocks, the taste of chewing a raspberry seed and whatever happens to bumblebees after nightfall. ANGORA SLEEPWALKING as much a rabbit as it is a cat or a goat, this one is all about falling asleep in one place and waking up in another. NA NA NI. the unabridged title of this music is “na na ni, into the singing well”. the idea of the well is partly gathered from murakami’s “wind-up bird chronicle” as the emptiness that builds new ideas. there is also the thematic crossfire between the harmful nature of nana, the main character of the japanese comic (not to mention her relationship to rabbits) and “boktipset”, a surreal piece of old-school swedish public service television. but most of all, this is an ode to adventure and strange homecomings. 11 YEARS allegedly a reel-to-reel recording done in the summer of 1999 in an attic where all the walls were perfectly clean mirrors. according to fredrik the person, the most frightening thing he’s ever done. “my friend admired i grew away from you saw how you left me went under shelter just to be with you held me and promised not to be that way then you went out once we were planted and disappointed i fled to your house for food you said you were born 11 years old a millionaire it seems you were meant to stay like that you were setting fire”. MORR and finally the sun started to rise. the curtain caught a little fire. this is closure. the fear and beauty of losing track of things that are real and things that are not. the joy of telling a good story.