• Det er den draumen

  Finn Coren  

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    DET ER DEN DRAUMEN

    Det er den draumen me ber på
    at noko vedunderleg skal skje,
    at det må skje -
    at tidi skal opna seg
    at hjarta skal opna seg
    at dører skal opna seg
    at berget skal opna seg
    at kjeldor skal springa -
    at draumen skal opna seg,
    at me ei morgonstund skal glida inn
    på ein våg me ikkje har visst um.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Dropar i austavind» / «Drops in the East Wind» (1966)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1997)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    IT'S THE DREAM

    It's the dream we carry in secret
    that something miraculous will happen,
    that it must happen -
    that time will open
    that the heart will open
    that doors will open,
    that the rockface will open
    that springs will gush -
    that the dream will open,
    that one morning we will glide into
    some little harbour we didn't know was there.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, synth
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitars
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Celio De Carvalho: percussion
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  1

• Sju vindar

  Finn Coren  

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    SJU VINDAR

    Sju vindar, sju vindar
    sulla og song.
    Sju vindar, sju vindar
    fann himmelen trong.

    Sju vindar, sju vindar
    møttest i kast.
    Då vart det runddans,
    då rauk det kvast!

    Sju vindar, sju vindar
    skilde lag.
    Og alle vindar
    søv i dag.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Seint rodnar skog i djuvet» / «Slowly the Woods Redden in the Gorge» (1956)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (feb 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    SEVEN WINDS

    Seven winds, seven winds
    hummed and sang.
    Seven winds, seven winds
    found the heavens too small.

    Seven winds, seven winds
    clashed in squalls.
    A wild reel there was,
    and dead leaves swirled.

    Seven winds, seven winds
    went their ways.
    And all the winds
    are asleep today.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, choir
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitars
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, organ
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Ketil Vestrum Einarsen: flute
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, LFF Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Kom ikkje med heile sanningi

  Finn Coren  

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    KOM IKKJE MED HEILE SANNINGI

    Kom ikkje med heile sanningi,
    kom ikkje med havet for min torste,
    kom ikkje med himmelen når eg bed um ljos,
    men kom med ein glimt, ei dogg, eit fjom,
    slik fuglane ber med seg vassdropar frå lauget
    og vinden eit korn av salt.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1999)
    Violin and Flute arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    DON'T GIVE ME THE WHOLE TRUTH

    Don't give me the whole truth,
    don't give me the sea for my thirst,
    don't give me the sky when I ask for light,
    but give me a glint, a dewy wisp, a mote
    as the birds bear water-drops from their bathing
    and the wind a grain of salt.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar
    Øystein Vesaas: electric guitar
    Tov Ramstad: double bass
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin
    Ketil Vestrum Einarsen: flute

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2001-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Song, trø lett på hjarta mitt

  Finn Coren  

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    SONG, TRØ LETT PÅ HJARTA MITT

    Song, trø lett på hjarta mitt,
    trø lett som klokkelyng på søkkjemyr,
    som fugl på nattgamal is.
    Bryt du skorpa til kvida,
    druknar du, song.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1999)
    Strings by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    SONG, TREAD LIGHTLY ON MY HEART

    Song, tread lightly on my heart,
    tread lightly as bell-heather on watery moor,
    as bird on overnight ice.
    Break the crust of pain,
    song, and you'll drown.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ, electric piano
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums, percussion
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, LFF Studio Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Eit tre i brand

  Finn Coren  

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    EIT TRE I BRAND

    Eit tre i brand
    i sol og storm
    slo himmelhøgt
    sin raude orm.

    Ein gneisterher
    mot høgdi steig.
    Og treet song.
    Og kruna seig.

    Kvar månenatt
    syr sylv i skjegg
    på skrymtet på
    den nakne egg.

    Ei knokehand
    stend att og sver
    i morgonstund
    ei nykveikt verd.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    Brass arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    A TREE ON FIRE

    A tree on fire
    in sun and storm
    tossed sky-high
    his scarlet snake.

    A horde of sparks
    rose to the heights.
    And the tree sang.
    And the crown sagged.

    Each moonlit night
    sews silver in the beard
    of the ghost up there
    on the cliff-edge.

    A bony hand
    remains, ushering
    as morning breaks
    a newly-wakened world.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, organ, tapes
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: synth
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone
    Ole-Henrik Moe: saw

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, LFF Studio Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Kirsebærtreet

  Finn Coren  

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    KIRSEBÆRTREET

    Det stend eit tre i hagen
    og sprikjer i vårkalde dagen
    med skinande nysnjo-grein.
    Det duskar mot stoveglaset
    og drys yver fjorgamle graset
    blomane ein for ein.

    Og det er kirsebærtreet
    innanfor hageleet
    som blømer i tidleg vår.
    Mot gråe skytjeveggen
    luter det krokne leggen
    og signar oss atter eit år.

    Tusund angande blomar
    brusar um tak og plomar;
    heilagt og kvitt og stilt
    skin det i døkke næter
    og freden i tunet gjæter
    - ei jartegn på vår og mildt.

    Det speglar seg bljugt i strondi,
    og minner um austerlondi,
    um japanske hagar og dikt.
    Det tøygjer toppen i tråe
    mot alle snjofjell blåe,
    til vår i kulden vigt.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Glør i oska» / «Embers in the Ashes» (1946)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 2000)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2006 / 2008 all rights reserved

    THE CHERRY TREE

    In my garden there's a tree
    wide in the spring-cold day
    with bright new-snow branches.
    It taps against my window
    and over last year's grass
    drizzles blossoms one by one.

    It's the cherry-tree
    inside the garden gate
    blooming in early spring.
    Against the grey woodshed
    it leans its crooked trunk
    blessing us with one more year.

    Thousands of billowing petals
    swirl round roofs and gable-carvings
    sacred and white and soft
    the tree shines in cheerless nights
    and peace rests on the farmstead
    - an omen of spring and mild air.

    Its shy reflection in the water
    brings the Far East to mind,
    Japanese gardens and verses.
    The tree-top stretches in longing
    towards all the blue snow-mountains,
    in the cold devoted to spring.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, pump organ
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Gjermund Kolltveit: Hardanger-fiddle

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Vårkjenning I

  Finn Coren  

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    VÅRKJENNING I

    Eg merka våren i dag.
    Osane blenkte kring landet.
    Millom ljosleggja bjørker
    var fura byrja å ande.

    Stig, sol, og lokk utfor vegg
    kvart frose barn!
    Og eg vil gløda i solavlen
    kalde jarn.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2006 / 2008 all rights reserved

    SIGNS OF SPRING I

    I noticed spring today.
    The willows glittered everywhere.
    Among white-stemmed birches
    each pine started to breathe.

    Rise up, sun, entice out of doors
    every frozen child.
    And in the sun's vigour I shall make
    cold iron glow.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, choir
    Helge Hovland: acoustic guitar
    Jarle Bernhoft: half-acoustic guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ, piano
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Celio De Carvalho: percussion
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet, pump organ
    Edel Bjelde: choir

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• William Blake

  Finn Coren  

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    WILLIAM BLAKE

    Kva er dette for ein trompet
    som kling so høgt
    i morgonsoli,
    kva røyst er dette
    som talar
    so djervt
    og vekkjande?
    Tiger, engel,
    løynd glør
    elden din,
    vengene falda
    til fjøral gang.
    Eg har lenge
    høyrt deg på jordi
    skilleg, klårt -
    millom håse lurar og stutabrøl.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Spør vinden» / «Ask the Wind» (1971)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (aug 1998)
    Brass arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    WILLIAM BLAKE

    What sort of trumpet is this
    resounding so fully
    in the morning sun,
    what voice
    so bold
    and rousing?
    Tiger, angel,
    your fire
    glows in secret,
    wings folded
    for feather-light gait.
    I've long heard you
    on earth
    clear bright
    among hoarse alp-horns and brassy bawling.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar, effects
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, organ, synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Du toler ikkje

  Finn Coren  

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    DU TOLER IKKJE

    Du toler ikkje sjå lukka,
    du i din stakkarsdom,
    utan å stikka eit egg
    giftig i hennar blom.

    Du toler ikkje sjå viljen
    reisa seg frisk og rak
    utan å slå brest i han,
    ytra tvil um hans sak.

    Prøv ikkje leida livet
    dødsmerkte, kalde hand.
    Snu deg og gå mot døden,
    då er du endå mann!

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Dikt i utval» / «Selected Poems» (1964-edition)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    YOU CAN'T BEAR

    You can't bear seeing happiness,
    you in your misery,
    without setting a germ
    of poison in her bloom.

    You can't bear seeing a strong will
    rise up fresh and upright
    without striking and flawing him,
    spreading doubt of his word.

    Don't try to lead life,
    cold death-marked hand.
    Turn round and walk towards death,
    then you're still a man.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Steinguden

  Finn Coren  

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    STEINGUDEN

    Du ber steinguden
    der inni deg.
    Og du tener han truge
    og ofrar til han i løynd.
    Kransar og kveikte kjertar
    ber du til han
    med blodige hender,
    endå du kjenner
    kjøldi av han
    i hjarta ditt
    og veit dine drag
    vert stive som hans
    og din smil
    like kald.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    THE STONE GOD

    You carry the stone god
    within you.
    You give him loyal service
    and secret offerings.
    Wreaths and lit candles
    you bring him
    with bloody hands,
    yet still feel
    the coldness of him
    in your heart,
    know your breath
    hardens like his
    and your smile
    as chilled.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar, effects
    Øyvind Fossheim: electric piano
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Celio De Carvalho: percussion
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin
    Tov Ramstad: cello

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Eg stoggar under den gamle eiki ein regnvêrsdag

  Finn Coren  

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    EG STOGGAR UNDER DEN GAMLE EIKI EIN REGNVÊRSDAG

    Det er ikkje berre regnet
    som gjer at eg stoggar
    under den gamle eiki
    attmed vegen. Det er
    trygt under den vide
    kruna, det må vera
    gamalt frendskap som gjer
    at eiki og eg kan stå der
    og tegja, lyda til regnet
    tipla i lauvet, skoda ut
    i den gråe dagen,
    venta, forstå.
    Verdi er gamal, tenkjer me,
    og me eldest båe.
    I dag stend eg ikkje turt,
    lauvet har teke til å detta,
    det luktar syrleg i den
    råe lufti, eg kjenner
    dropane gjenom håret.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Janglestrå» / «A Few Blades og Grass» (1980)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    Trombone arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    I PAUSE BENEATH THE OLD OAK ONE RAINY DAY

    It's not just the rain
    that makes me pause
    beneath the old oak
    by the roadside, it feels
    safe beneath the broad
    crown, it must be
    old friendship that lets
    the oak and me stand there
    silent, listening to the rain
    drip in the leaves, looking out
    in the grey day,
    waiting, understanding.
    The world is old, we think,
    and we're both ageing.
    Today I'm not standing dry,
    the leaves have taken to falling,
    there's a sour smell in
    the raw air, I feel
    the drops through my hair.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, harmonium, choir
    Tov Ramstad: double bass
    Øyvind Brække: trombone
    Ole-Henrik Moe: saw

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2001-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Det er kaldt i store hus

  Finn Coren  

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    DET ER KALDT I STORE HUS

    Det er kaldt i store hus.
    Eg merkar det um hausten
    når dei fyrste flingror snø tek til å falla
    og marki hardnar under kulden.
    Då er ho stor og aud, mi einsemd,
    og gisi under taket,
    og hoggi gnell i frosen skog.
    Min skog er skog
    i hennar skog,
    mitt fjell er fjell
    i hennar fjell,
    og dagen er ein ljoskeglett
    i hennar natt.
    Dei fåe menneske og dyr eg møter,
    som puslar litt i gråljoset med bar og kvist
    og set sine far i rimet,
    er skuggeskrimsel i hennar draum.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1999)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    IT'S COLD IN BIG HOUSES

    It's cold in big houses.
    I notice that in autumn
    when the first snowflakes start falling
    and the ground hardens under frost.
    Then it looms bleakly, my loneliness,
    and the roof is full of cracks,
    and the axe-blow yelps in the frozen forest.
    My forest is a forest
    in its forest,
    my mountain a mountain
    in its mountain,
    and the day a glint
    in its night.
    The few people and animals I meet,
    pottering in the gloom with pine needles and sprigs
    and leaving their footprints in the rime,
    are shadowy glimmers in its dream.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, organ
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums, percussion
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2001
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  12

• Eg stend her no

  Finn Coren  

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    EG STEND HER NO

    Eg stend her no
    ein broten mann.
    Og attum ligg
    mitt ungdoms land.

    Min krins er trong,
    min veg er vrang,
    og fåe linor
    auga sprang.

    Du gjeng til andre
    etter eld.
    Men den vil slokna
    ut ein kveld.

    For anns manns røynsle
    har ikkje verd
    den stund du stend
    for drege sverd.

    Ditt hjartans ljos
    i flar, i blund,
    er alt du har
    i dødens stund.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (july 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    I STAND HERE NOW

    I stand here now
    a broken man.
    And behind me lies
    the land of my youth.

    My circle is narrow
    my road is obstinate,
    there are few lines
    for my eye to follow.

    You went to others
    looking for fire.
    But that will die out
    one night.

    Another man's experience
    won't help you
    when you're face to face
    with a drawn sword.

    The light of your heart
    flaring up, flickering down
    is all you have
    at the hour of your death.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, tape
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: Mellotron, synth
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio 2000/2006 and LFF Studio, Oslo 2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  13

• Mange års røynsle med pil og boge

  Finn Coren  

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    MANGE ÅRS RØYNSLE MED PIL OG BOGE

    Det er den svarte prikken
    midt i skiva du skal treffa,
    nett den, der
    skal pili stå og dirra!
    Men nett der treffer du ikkje.
    Du er nær, nærare,
    nei, ikkje nær nok.
    So lyt du gå og plukka upp pilene,
    gå tilbake, prøva på nytt.
    Den svarte prikken tergar deg.
    Til du forstår pili
    som stend der og dirrar:
    Her er òg eit midtpunkt.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Janglestrå» / «A Few Blades og Grass» (1980)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (april 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    MANY YEAR'S EXPERIENCE WITH BOW AND ARROW

    It's the black dot right
    in the middle you're to hit,
    right there, where
    the arrow will stand trembling!
    But just there is where you don't hit.
    You're close, closer, no,
    not close enough.
    So it's off to pick the arrows up,
    walk back, try again.
    The black dot teases you.
    Until you understand the arrow
    that stands there trembling:
    here too is a mid-point

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, tape
    Tov Ramstad: cello, double bass

    Recorded at Bard Studio and Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  14

• Seint gjeng sanningi upp

  Finn Coren  

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    SEINT GJENG SANNINGI UPP

    Å vakna, og kjenna
    sitt hjarta falla
    steintungt og myrkt
    mot forherding ...

    Seint lyfter havet si bylgje,
    seint rodnar skog i djuvet,
    seint byrjar logane å sleikja i helvete,
    seint gjeng sanningi upp ...

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Seint rodnar skog i djuvet» / «Slowly the Woods Redden in the Gorge» (1956)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    SLOWLY THE TRUTH DAWNS

    To waken, and feel
    your heart sink
    heavy and dark
    and hardening ...

    Slowly the sea lifts its billow,
    slowly the woods redden in the gorge,
    slowly the flames begin to lick in hell,
    slowly the truth dawns.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar
    Tov Ramstad: double bass

    Recorded at Bard Studio and Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  15

• Tåre, du tarv ikkje falla

  Finn Coren  

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    TÅRE, DU TARV IKKJE FALLA

    Det var lite for deg
    men mykje for meg:
    Eit smil då det galdt
    og eit handtrykk var alt.

    Tåre,
    du tarv ikkje falla,
    eg veit du er salt.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (july 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    TEAR, YOU DON'T HAVE TO FALL

    It was little to you,
    but much to me:
    a smile when it mattered
    and a hand-clasp was enough.

    Tear,
    you don't have to fall,
    I know you are salt.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, tape
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: Mellotron, synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Bard Studio, LFF Studio Oslo 2003-2006
    Engineered by Svenna Mohaugen, Øystein Vesaas, Finn Coren and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  16

• Det er den draumen - epilog

  Finn Coren  

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    DET ER DEN DRAUMEN - epilog

    Det er den draumen me ber på
    at noko vedunderleg skal skje,
    at det må skje -
    at tidi skal opna seg
    at hjarta skal opna seg
    at dører skal opna seg
    at berget skal opna seg
    at kjeldor skal springa -
    at draumen skal opna seg,
    at me ei morgonstund skal glida inn
    på ein våg me ikkje har visst um.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Dropar i austavind» / «Drops in the East Wind» (1966)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1997)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    IT'S THE DREAM - epilogue

    It's the dream we carry in secret
    that something miraculous will happen,
    that it must happen -
    that time will open
    that the heart will open
    that doors will open,
    that the rockface will open
    that springs will gush -
    that the dream will open,
    that one morning we will glide into
    some little harbour we didn't know was there.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2001
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  17

• Dette lyt du bera

  Finn Coren  

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    DETTE LYT DU BERA

    Dette lyt du bera:
    at du ikkje strakk til,
    at du var venglande fjør,
    ikkje oddtung pil
    i den sterke vinden.

    Du kleiv ikkje bergi,
    rodde ikkje vatnet,
    drap ikkje draken, -
    du kom ikkje då ho,
    den einaste, ropa.

    Um du var snøa med snø,
    driven med dogg,
    slegen med regn,
    skulde du kome.
    Valund med hogde
    hælsenar sat,
    men gjorde seg venger;
    du sat og smidde
    leikor åt born.

    I draumar fær du,
    ender og gong,
    kliva bergi,
    ro vatnet,
    drepa draken,
    koma til henne.
    Soleis vert ditt liv
    fullbyrda.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1999)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    THIS YOU MUST BEAR

    This you must bear:
    That you weren't good enough,
    that you were a wavering feather
    not a heavy-tipped arrow
    in the strong wind.

    You didn't scale the crag,
    didn't row the water,
    didn't kill the dragon -
    you didn't come when she
    - the only one - called.

    If you were stifled by snow
    bedevilled by dew
    slashed by rain
    you should have come.
    Valund with hacked
    heel-tendons sat
    and made himself wings;
    you sat and tinkered
    with toy-making.

    In dreams you travel
    now and then,
    scale the crag,
    row the water,
    kill the dragon,
    come to her.
    That's how your life
    finds its fruition.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir, tapes
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ, piano
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar, effects
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: Mellotron
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, LFF Studio Oslo 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  18

• Din veg

  Finn Coren  

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    DIN VEG

    Ingen har varda den vegen
    du skal gå
    ut i det ukjende,
    ut i det blå.

    Dette er din veg.
    Berre du
    skal gå han. Og det er
    uråd å snu.

    Og ikkje vardar du vegen,
    du hell.
    Og vinden stryk ut ditt far
    i aude fjell.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 1997)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    YOUR WAY

    No-one has marked out the road
    you are to take
    out in the unknown
    out in the blue.

    This is your road.
    Only you
    will take it. And there's no
    turning back.

    And you haven't marked your road
    either.
    And the wind smooths out your tracks
    on desolate hills.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Øystein Vesaas: electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2001
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  19

• Enno er det tid

  Finn Coren  

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    ENNO ER DET TID

    Det er gamle skuggar
    du syng for,
    skuggar av
    deg sjølv.

    Ufødde syner trugar
    din dag, - når
    skal du gjeva
    dei liv?

    Enno er det tid,
    meiner du,
    - graset er enno
    grønt.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Seint rodnar skog i djuvet» / «Slowly the Woods Redden in the Gorge» (1956)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (march 2003)
    Brass arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    THERE'S STILL TIME

    It's old shadows
    you sing for,
    shadows of
    yourself.

    Unborn visions threaten
    your day - when
    will you give them
    life?

    There's still time,
    you think
    - the grass is still
    green.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, choir
    Fredrik Sager: electric guitar
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: Mellotron, synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole-Tom Torjussen: drums
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio and LFF Studio Oslo 2003-2004
    Engineered by Svenna Mohaugen, Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  20

• Under bergfallet

  Finn Coren  

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    UNDER BERGFALLET

    Du bur under bergfall.
    Og du veit det.
    Men du sår din åker
    og trør trygt ditt tun
    og lèt dine born leika
    og legg deg
    som inkje var.

    Det hender,
    når du stør deg til ljåen
    ein sumarkveld,
    at augo sviv som snarast
    yver bergsida
    der dei segjer
    sprekken
    skal vera,
    og det hender
    du vert liggjande vaken
    og lyda etter
    steinsprang
    ei natt.

    Og kjem raset,
    kjem det ikkje uventa.
    Men du tek til å rydja
    den grøne boti
    under berget
    - um du då har livet.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (march 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    BENEATH THE CRAG

    You live beneath a crag,
    knowing you do.
    But you sow your acre
    and make your roofs fast
    and let your children play
    and you lie down at night
    as if it weren't there.

    One summer evening
    perhaps
    as you lean on your scythe
    your eye will skim
    across the crag
    where they say
    the crack is,
    and perhaps one night
    you'll lie awake
    listening for
    a falling stone.

    And when the rock-slip comes
    it will not be a surprise.
    But you'll set to and clear
    the green patch
    beneath the crag
    - as life allows.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, tape
    Tov Ramstad: cello, double bass
    Einar Viken: pump organ

    Recorded at Bard Studio and Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  21

• Kor lenge har du sove?

  Finn Coren  

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    KOR LENGE HAR DU SOVE?

    Dette vågar du,
    slå augo upp
    og sjå deg ikring?
    Jau, du er her,
    her i denne verdi,
    du drøymer ikkje,
    ho er slik du
    ser henne, tingi her
    er slik.
    Slik?
    Ja, nett slik,
    ikkje onnorleis.
    Kor lenge har du sove?

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Janglestrå» / «A Few Blades og Grass» (1980)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    Brass arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING?

    You actually dare
    to open your eyes
    and look about you?
    Oh yes, you're here,
    here in this world,
    you're not dreaming,
    it's like this, the way
    you're seeing it, things here
    are like this.
    This?
    Oh yes, just like this,
    no other way.
    How long have you been sleeping?

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: synth
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio and LFF Studio, Oslo 2000-2004
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  22

• T'ao Ch'ien

  Finn Coren  

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    T'AO CH'IEN

    Kjem T'ao Ch'ien
    på vitjing ein dag, vil eg
    syna han kirsebærtrei og aplane mine,
    eg vil helst han skal koma um våren
    når dei stend i blom. Etterpå skal me sitja i skuggen
    med eit glas sider, kanskje kan eg syna han
    eit dikt - um eg finn eitt han likar.
    Drakane som skyt yver himmelen med gift og røyk etter seg,
    gleid stillare i hans tid, og fleire fuglar kvitra.
    Her er ingen ting han ikkje vil forstå.
    Meir enn fyrr har han hug å draga seg attende
    til ein slik hageflekk.
    Men eg veit ikkje um han gjer det med godt samvit.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Spør vinden» / «Ask the Wind» (1971)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (dec 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    T'AO CH'IEN

    If one day T'ao Ch'ien
    came to visit me, I
    would show him my cherry and apple trees,
    and I'd prefer him to come in spring
    when they're in blossom. Then we'd sit in the shade
    with a glass of cider, perhaps I'll show him
    a poem - if I can find one he'd like.
    The dragons that blaze across the sky trailing poison and smoke
    soared more quietly in his time, and more birds sang.
    There's nothing here he'd not understand.
    More than ever he'd want to retire
    to a little garden like this.
    But I don't know if he'd do so with a good conscience.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, bells
    Tov Ramstad: double bass
    Ketil Vestrum Einarsen: flute
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2001-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Spelemannen frå Dooney

  Finn Coren  

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    SPELEMANNEN FRÅ DOONEY

    Når eg spelar på fele i Dooney,
    gjeng dansen som bylgje på sjø;
    ein slektning er prest i Kilvarnet,
    og bror min er òg i Guds brød.

    Eg såg dei nett her um dagen,
    dei las i si bok og bad;
    eg les dei visor eg kjøpte
    på marknad i Sligo stad.

    Når tidi ein gong tek ende
    og me stend utfor Peters grind,
    vil han smila åt oss, gamle sjeler,
    men ropa meg fyrst inn.

    For dei gode er alltid dei glade,
    um ikkje ulukka fanst,
    og dei glade likar fela,
    og dei glade likar dans.

    Når folk der fær auga på meg,
    vil dei ropa og takten trø:
    «Der er spelemannen frå Dooney!»
    Og dansa som bylgje på sjø.

    Words: W.B. Yeats
    from «The Wind Among the Reeds» (1899)
    Translated by Olav H. Hauge
    from «Utanlandske dikt» / «Translated poems» (1967)
    copyright A P Watt Ltd, London, Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (july 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY

    When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
    Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
    My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
    My brother in Mocharabuiee.

    I passed my brother and cousin:
    They read in their books of prayer;
    I read in my book of songs
    I bought at the Sligo fair.

    When we come at the end of time
    To Peter sitting in state,
    He will smile on the three old spirits,
    But call me first through the gate;

    For the good are always the merry,
    Save by an evil chance,
    And the merry love the fiddle,
    And the merry love to dance:

    And when the folk there spy me,
    They will all come up to me,
    With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'
    And dance like a wave of the sea.

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: pump organ
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Gjermund Kolltveit: Hardanger fiddle
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin
    Audun Kjus: flute, bodhrán

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2000-2001
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Kirsebærtreet - instrumental

  Finn Coren  

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    KIRSEBÆRTREET - Instrumental

    THE CHERRY TREE - Instrumental

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 2000)
    Strings by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2006 / 2008 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Gjermund Kolltveit: Hardanger fiddle
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000 and 2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  25

• Vårkjenning II

  Finn Coren  

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    VÅRKJENNING II

    Eg merka våren i dag.
    Osane blenkte kring landet.
    Millom ljosleggja bjørker
    var fura byrja å ande.

    Stig, sol, og lokk utfor vegg
    kvart frose barn!
    Og eg vil gløda i solavlen
    kalde jarn.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (sept 1999)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2005 / 2008 all rights reserved

    SIGNS OF SPRING II

    I noticed spring today.
    The willows glittered everywhere.
    Among white-stemmed birches
    each pine started to breathe.

    Rise up, sun, entice out of doors
    every frozen child.
    And in the sun's vigour I shall make
    cold iron glow.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Jarle Bernhoft: electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: organ, electric piano
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums, loop
    Celio De Carvalho: percussion
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Edel Bjelde: choir

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2001
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Var det ikkje du?

  Finn Coren  

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    VAR DET IKKJE DU?

    Var det ikkje du som kom dansande i solskinet
    millom selje og hatlerunnar, -
    låtten din steig i ei glitrande drive
    og klukka so djupt, so djupt,
    og var det ikkje kastet av lokkane dine?
    Jau, det var du.

    Og var det ikkje du som stod att uppi haugane
    og stakk solvinden med kvasse nåler
    so tårone rann?
    Jau, det var du.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (april 1999)
    Brass arr by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    WASN'T IT YOU?

    Wasn't it you who came dancing in the sunshine
    between willow and hazel copses -
    your laughter rose glittering
    chuckling so deep so deep
    and wasn't it the toss of your locks?
    Yes, it was you.

    And wasn't it you who stayed on
    up in the hills
    and filled the warm wind with sharp needles
    making the tears run?
    Oh yes, it was you.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, choir
    Helge Hovland: electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, organ
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: synth, mellotron
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio and LFF Studio, Oslo 2000-2004
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Når eg vaknar

  Finn Coren  

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    NÅR EG VAKNAR

    Når eg vaknar, høgg
    ein svart ramn i hjarta mitt.
    Skal eg aldri meir vakna
    til hav og stjernor, skogar og natt,
    morgon med fuglar?

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Dropar i austavind» / «Drops in the East Wind» (1966)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 1999)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    WHEN I WAKEN

    When I waken, a black
    raven hacks at my heart.
    Shall I never again waken
    to seas and stars, woods and night,
    morning with birdsong?

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, harmonium, piano, tapes
    Tov Ramstad: double bass
    Ole-Henrik Moe: saw

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2001-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Ofelia

  Finn Coren  

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    OFELIA

    Du er ingi gåte, Ofelia,
    berre den gåta eit liv og eit hjarta er.
    Kor umogeleg og flokut livet kan verta!
    Kvar skulde me gå
    um me ikkje hadde sorgi og døden?
    Dans, Ofelia, syng!
    Strøy rosor ikring deg,
    røm inn i eit myrkare rom,
    det er ljuvare der, dagen der
    er ikkje so hard.
    Når kvida si eldpil sting deg,
    so syng, Ofelia, dans!
    Vollgravi er strøydd med rosor.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Dropar i austavind» / «Drops in the East Wind» (1966)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (june 2000)
    Strings by Finn Coren Orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    OPHELIA

    You're no enigma, Ophelia,
    only the puzzle a life and a heart are.
    How stubborn and tangled life can be.
    Where would we go
    if we didn't have sorrow and death?
    Dance, Ophelia, sing!
    Scatter roses around you,
    run away into a darker room,
    it's sweeter there, the day there
    not so hard.
    When the fiery point of anguish stings you
    sing, Ophelia, dance!
    The moat is scattered with roses.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, choir, harmonium, tape
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin solo
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Edel Bjelde: choir

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Paul Celan

  Finn Coren  

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    PAUL CELAN

    Innestengde i det svivande
    skrymthuset - livet,
    med gluggar som kvar
    opnar mot
    si røynd,
    bur me,
    lever me, -
    samlast flest alle
    i den store gluggen,
    dette er verdi,
    segjer me.

    Ved gluggen din
    sat
    berre du, -
    augo svart
    diamant,
    hjarta
    ein blodstein.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Janglestrå» / «A Few Blades og Grass» (1980)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (jan 2006)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    PAUL CELAN

    Shut inside this rotating
    ghost-house, life,
    with little openings each
    giving on
    its own reality
    - we live,
    are at home here -
    most of us gather
    at the biggest one,
    this is the world,
    we say.

    At yours
    sat
    only you -
    eye black
    diamond,
    heart
    a bloodstone.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Olav H. Hauge: vocal (from archives)
    Finn Coren: tape
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin
    Tov Ramstad: cello

    (Voice of Olav H. Hauge used with permission)

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Dødsfuge

  Finn Coren  

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    DØDSFUGE

    Svart morgonmjølk me drikk ho um kvelden
    me drikk ho middag og morgon me drikk ho um natti
    me drikk og drikk
    me grev ei grav ut i lufti der ligg ein ikkje trongt
    Ein mann bur i huset han leikar med ormane han skriv
    han skriv når det myrknar til Tyskland ditt gylne hår Margarete
    han skriv det og gjeng ifrå huset og stjernone gneistar han fløyter på hundane
    han fløyter jødane sine ut og byd dei grava ei grav i jordi
    han byd oss spel upp no til dans

    Svart morgonmjølk me drikk deg um natti
    me drikk deg morgon og middag me drikk deg um kvelden
    me drikk og drikk
    Ein mann bur i huset han leikar med ormane han skriv
    han skriv når det myrknar til Tyskland ditt gylne hår Margarete
    Ditt oskegrå hår Sulamith me grev ei grav ut i lufti der ligg ein ikkje trongt

    Han ropar grav djupare i jordi de der de andre syng no og spel
    han grip etter jarnet i beltet han svinger det augo er blå
    stikk spaden djupare de der de andre spel upp til meir dans

    Svart morgonmjølk me drikk deg um natti
    me drikk deg middag og morgon me drikk deg um kvelden
    me drikk og drikk
    ein mann bur i huset ditt gylne hår Margarete
    ditt oskegrå hår Sulamith han leikar med ormane

    Han ropar spel søtare død døden er ein meister frå Tyskland
    han ropar slå strengene djupare som røyk skal de stiga til vêrs
    då har de ei grav i skyene der ligg ein ikkje trongt

    Svart morgonmjølk me drikk deg um natti
    me drikk deg middag døden er ein meister frå Tyskland
    me drikk deg morgon og kveld me drikk og drikk
    døden er ein meister frå Tyskland augo er blå
    han treffer deg med blykulor han treffer deg godt
    ein mann bur i huset ditt gylne hår Margarete
    han hissar hundane på oss han gjev oss ei grav ut i lufti
    han leikar med ormane og drøymer døden er ein meister frå Tyskland

    ditt gylne hår Margarete
    ditt oskegrå hår Sulamith

    Words: Paul Celan
    from «Mohn und Gedächtnis» (1952)
    Translated by Olav H. Hauge
    from «Utanlandske dikt» / «Translated poems» (1967)
    copyright Deutsche Verlags-Anstalt, München, Verlagsgruppe Random House GmbH
    Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (jan 2006)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    TODESFUGE

    Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
    wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts
    wir trinken und trinken
    wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng
    Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
    der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
    er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei
    er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde
    er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

    Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
    wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends
    wir trinken und trinken
    Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
    der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
    Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

    Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt
    er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau
    stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr andern spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

    Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
    wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends
    wir trinken und trinken
    ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
    dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen
    Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
    er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft
    dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

    Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
    wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
    wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken
    der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau
    er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau
    ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
    er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft
    er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

    dein goldenes Haar Margarete
    dein aschenes Haar Sulamith

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, tape
    Paul Celan: vocal (from archives)
    Tov Ramstad: cello, double bass

    (Voice of Paul Celan used with permission)

    Recorded at Bard Studio and Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Under stjernone

  Finn Coren  

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    UNDER STJERNONE

    Kva er det som har drive meg ut
    under denne stride morgonhimmelen?
    Dei blå, kravstore stjernone,
    kva er det dei vil?

    Fjelli lovar ingenting, - vik berre
    so dei slepper fjorden inn
    og elvane ned, og stend
    forherda under snøen.

    Men skoglidi, skoglidi har kasta seg langflat
    og nækt si armod under stjernone.
    Det er mi eigi kvide, mi eigi sårnaud
    som ligg der jarnsvart og blødande
    og sver å grønkast og syngja.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 2000)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    BENEATH THE STARS

    What is it that has driven me out
    beneath this hard morning sky?
    These blue demanding stars,
    what is it they want ?

    The hills promise nothing - just
    give way, letting the fjord fill up
    and the rivers run down. The hills
    feel nothing beneath the snow.

    But the wooded slopes are prostrate
    baring their need beneath the stars.
    It's my owns pain, my own hurt
    lying there black as iron and bleeding
    and vowing to turn green again and sing.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, choir, tape
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Tov Ramstad: double bass
    Ole-Henrik Moe: violin

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo, Jar Kirke, Bærum
    and Bard Studio, 2000 and 2006
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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• Vinternatt

  Finn Coren  

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    VINTERNATT

    No kveikjer Vårherre sitt joletre
    i den kvite vinternatt.
    All den glitrande stasen, barn,
    vilde du gjerne hatt.

    Himmelgrani so fin og blå
    har greiner av tandrande ljos;
    karlsvogner kjem frå langferd der,
    og måneskip sigler sin kos.

    Du vil gripa og leika, barn.
    Og kanskje skal di hand
    ein gong plukka månar ned
    og sløkkja stjernor i brand.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Under bergfallet» / «Beneath the Crag» (1951)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (orig. 1983)
    Strings and Brass arr by Finn Coren Strings orchestrated by Dagfinn Koch
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2004 / 2008 all rights reserved

    WINTER NIGHT

    Our Lord now lights up his Christmas Tree
    in the white winter night.
    All that glittering splendour, child,
    you'd like to be yours.

    The heavenly spruce is fine and blue
    its branches sparkle and sparkle.
    Charles' Wains arrive from afar
    and moonships follow their courses.

    You want to catch hold and play, child.
    And perhaps one day your hand
    will pluck moons down
    and put out burning stars.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, synth, choir
    Helge Hovland: acoustic and electric guitar
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano, organ
    Lars Fredrik Frøislie: Mellotron
    Atle Rakvåg: bass
    Ole Tom Torjussen: drums
    Svetlana Orlova: violin
    Pål Svendsberget: violin
    Trygve-Johan Simonsen: viola
    Nikolai Skliarevski: cello
    Per Willy Aaserud: trumpet
    Øyvind Brække: trombone
    Ole Knardal, Per Olav Myrbraaten
    David A. Wulff, Jonathan Stovik: childrens choir
    Danuta Kozon: choir conductor

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio and LFF Studio, Oslo 2000-2004
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas and Lars Fredrik Frøislie
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  33

• Eg dreg ifrå glaset

  Finn Coren  

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    EG DREG IFRÅ GLASET

    Eg dreg ifrå glaset fyrr eg legg meg,
    eg vil sjå det levande myrkret når eg vaknar,
    og skogen og himmelen. Eg veit ei grav
    som ikkje har glugg mot stjernone.
    No er Orion komen i vest, alltid jagande -
    han er ikkje komen lenger enn eg.
    Kirsebærtreet utanfor er nake og svart.
    I den svimlande blå himmelklokka
    ritar morgonmånen med hard nagl.

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «På Ørnetuva» / «On the Eagle’s Tussock» (1961)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (nov 2000)
    Flute arr. by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2004 / 2008 all rights reserved

    I OPEN THE CURTAIN

    Before going to bed I open the curtain,
    I want to see the living darkness when I wake,
    and the forest and the sky. I know a grave
    without a peep-hole to the stars.
    Orion's come in the west, forever on the hunt -
    he's come no further than I.
    The cherry tree outside is bare and black.
    In the huge blue curve of heaven
    the morning moon draws with a hard nail.

    - English translation by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Øyvind Fossheim: piano
    Ketil Vestrum Einarsen: flute
    Atle Rakvåg: bass

    Recorded at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    and Jar Kirke, Bærum 2000-2003
    Engineered by Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

  34

• Svevn

  Finn Coren  

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    SVEVN

    Lat oss glida inn
    i svevnen, i den
    logne draumen,
    glida inn - tvo
    deigemne i den
    gode bakaromnen
    som heiter natt.
    Og so vakna
    um morgonen
    tvo gylne
    kveitekakor!

    Words: Olav H. Hauge
    from «Janglestrå» / «A Few Blades og Grass» (1980)
    copyright Bodil Cappelen og Det Norske Samlaget, Norway all rights reserved

    Music: Finn Coren (may 2006)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 2008 all rights reserved

    SLEEP

    Let's glide into
    sleep, into
    the calm dream,
    glide in - two
    lumps of dough in
    the good oven
    called night.
    And then waken
    in the morning
    two round
    golden loaves!

    - English translations by Robin Fulton copyright Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London all rights reserved

    Lyrics used with permission.
    «It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems without written permission from the copyrightowners".

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar, choir
    Einar Viken: pump organ

    Recorded at Bard Studio and Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo 2006-2007
    Engineered by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
    Mixed at Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo
    by Øystein Vesaas and Finn Coren
    Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas

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Produced by Finn Coren and Øystein Vesaas
Sleeve: Stein J. Øvre
Photos: Morten Krogvold, Jens Hauge, Asbjørn Jensen, Anette Kristiansen
Paintings: John Everett Millais, Rigmor Voldnes
Art-direction: Stein J. Øvre and Finn Coren

Extracts of recording of Olav H. Hauge (track 1,6,10,17,18,30) used with kind permission from Bodil Cappelen and Det Norske Samlaget, Oslo.
Extracts of the recording by Paul Celan (track 31) used by kind permission of Der Hörverlag GmbH, München, Klett-Cotta Verlag, Stuttgart and Eric Celan.

English translations by Robin Fulton
(except «Dødsfuge» by Paul Celan and «Spelemannen frå Dooney» by William Butler Yeats
translated by Olav H. Hauge.)

«Todesfuge» by Paul Celan from «Mohn und Gedächtnis» (1952)
copyright of Deutsche Verlags-Anstalt, München, Verlagsgruppe Random House GmbH.
«The Fiddler from Dooney» by William Butler Yeats from «The Wind Among the Reeds» (1899) copyright A P Watt Ltd, London on behalf of Gráinne Yeats.

Lyrics used with permission from Bodil Cappelen and Det Norske Samlaget, Norway
Robin Fulton and Anvil Press, London.

«It is forbidden to copy and /or use the poems, portraits, paintings and recordings without written permission from the copyrightowners.»

– from the original text 2008:

FINN COREN I draumar fær du – dikt av Olav H. Hauge

Olav H. Hauge 100 år

Et dyptloddende musikalsk portrett av en av våre aller største diktere.

Finn Coren har i snart åtte år holdt på med dette omfattende dobbelt-albumet der han har
tonesatt over 30 dikt og gjendiktninger av dikteren Olav H. Hauge.

Med dette albumet går Finn Coren enda dypere inn i samspillet mellom dikt og musikk.
Han har valgt dikt fra alle Hauges samlinger, samt to av hans gjendiktninger.
Coren utforsker Hauges mange sider; det lyriske, det tunge, det lengtende.

Olav H. Hauge’s enke Bodil Cappelen, og forlaget Det Norske Samlaget har vært positive
til prosjektet hele veien, dette har betydd mye for gjennomføringen.

Albumet er spilt inn i Lydkjøkkenet Studio, Oslo og produsert av Finn Coren
og Øystein Vesaas. 15 musikere i fra klassisk, jazz og rockemiljø har medvirket. Albumet
inneholder et omfattende 32-siders hefte der diktene er trykket både i original og i
engelske oversettelser av Robin Fulton. Album-konseptet inneholder også landskapsfotografier av
fotograf Jens Hauge fra Lærdal, samt to portretter av Hauge tatt av Morten Krogvold og Asbjørn Jensen.

Albumet blir lansert på Ulvik Poesifestival 20. september 2008.

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Sitater fra utvalgte anmeldelser:

VG: Terningkast 6 «Trolig den mest vellykkede – og ambisiøse – syntesen av populærmusikk og poesi i norsk kultur noensinne.»

Dagsavisen: Terningkast 6 – «Himmelsk Hauge». Med sine tonsettinger av Olav H. Hauge har kult-artisten Finn Coren fullført et plateprosjekt som mangler sidestykke i norsk rock. «I draumar fær du» er et album så halsbrekkende ambisiøst, så gigantisk i omfang, at det kunne knekt under sin egen vekt. Istedenfor bærer det suverent hele veien.

Adresseavisen: Terningkast 6 – «Årets norske». For hvert møte med dette overveldende dobbeltalbumet, fremstår det mer og mer som et av de største begivenhetene i norsk populærmusikk i år. Er det noen norske sanger i år som vil romme større dyp enn «Dette lyt du bera»? Neppe.

fra boka «Norske Klassikere, 2012» «Det er vanskelig å forestille seg et mer verdifullt norsk album i nyere historie». Musikken er storslagen, majestestisk; arrangert og fremført med den ytterste fingerspissfølelse. Blandt den meste ‘vedunderlege» som er blitt skapt i Norge.

In English (short version)

Finn Coren In dreams you travel – poems by Olav H. Hauge

An adventurous and ambitious 35-track double CD, based upon poems and translations by the Norwegian
poet Olav H. Hauge (1908-1994). The poems of Olav H. Hauge, by many considered among the finest of
twentieth-century Norwegian poetry, has once again given Finn Coren a chance to show his craft and
magic in creating interplay of poetry and music. Finn Coren has earlier released critically acclaimed
albums based upon poems by William Blake and W. B. Yeats.

from reviews – Main Norwegian newspaper reviews:

«Dagsavisen» on “I draumar fær du” – (In dreams you travel) poems by Olav H. Hauge:
«A musical project beyond compare in the history of Norwegian rock. 6 out of 6.

«VG» on “I draumar fær du” – (In dreams you travel) poems by Olav H. Hauge:
«Probably the most successful, and ambitious synthesis of popular music and poetry ever in a Norwegian cultural context». 6 out of 6.

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