You can buy/stream my music on Google Play, Spotify, Itunes and Amazon Music. Search for “Mads Bjørkli” or “Knuste Hjerter EP”. Will soon also be available via WiMp/Tidal, Shazam and other platforms (see image below).
I figured I’d give you a little peek on what I’ve been doing lately. For a while I’ve been working on my music: recorded a few songs, played them live here & there and uploaded them to YouTube. Today I also created a Facebook page, so feel free to follow me on either platforms: Facebook and/or YouTube (don’t be afraid to click “like” or “subscribe”). No obligations though. The Facebook page is a public site, so you don’t have to register at Facebook in order to see it. There’s not much on there yet, but hopefully I’ll have more material to share in the not too distant future.
My new material will also be available for streaming on several platforms shortly, but it’s a process that takes some time. One of the songs I’ve uploaded has English lyrics, there’s one instrumental and the rest are in Norwegian.
The title of this post kind of describes it really…
There’s not much more to say, so here’s a playlist with my songs & cover songs. From acoustic singer/songwriter stuff, via children’s songs to punk. Give it a listen, or at least the first clip with the new material – it’s only one minute of your life that you’ll never get back.
I remember when I first went to school
They said, Don’t be a joker, don’t be a fool
Pledge your allegiance to the red, white and blue
Don’t expect your country to do nothin’ for you
They said your forefathers loved you
but I only had one
And I watched him die in the heat of the sun
Suckin’ up the bullets of a policeman’s gun
There was nothin’ I could do but stay away
In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances If you plan on stayin’ free They call this the land of the living But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me
I remember when I first hit the road I was runnin’ from the lenders of the money I owed Came to Austin, heard a knock at my door Crossed another border and I’m runnin’ some more They say they’re gonna get me but it ain’t happened yet Burnin’ my fingers on my last cigarette It’s time to remember time to forget Nothin’ I could do but get away
I remember all the stories I heard How a man’s supposed to be ’bout as free as a bird My brother’s in prison, my father’s dead Me, I’m tired of living with a price on my head I wonder if there’s a place to be In the whole wide country for a fella like me Name’s in the paper, face on T.V. Nothin’I can do but get away