I dag slapp jeg min første singel på Spotify. Det er en sang som jeg har laget selv som heter «Freedom».
Sangen skreiv jeg om frykten for å vokse opp. Navnet på tittelen er ganske åpen for tolkning og kan ha mange forskjellige definisjoner. Sangen tar for seg barndom og friheten man har som et barn til å tørre og tenke og drømme.
Da jeg var liten var jeg nok som de fleste barn både rastløs, fantasifull, modig, fri. Men selv om jeg var modig var jeg på ingen måte fryktløs. Jeg var redd for Hufsa, Stallo, edderkopper, nyttårsraketter, min mors kjefting og min fars sangstemme (noe som fortsatt skremmer meg).
Poenget mitt er; selv om jeg hadde mange frykter, følte jeg alltid en slags trygghet om at ingen farer fantes i den virkelige verden. Ingenting var farlig på ordentlig. Etter hvert skjønte jeg at verden kanskje ikke alltid er like uskyldig og ufarlig som jeg hadde sett for meg.
Da jeg skreiv sangen lengtet jeg tilbake til å kunne se verden fra perspektivet til et barn. Å være fri fra mørke tanker, bekymringer og frykt.
Hør låten på Spotify her:
Freedom
Do you remember painting with your brother?
Dinosaurs undercover,
under the kitchen table,
even ten years later
the marks are still there to be seen
Do you remember fighting with your sister?
and you tell her that you hate her
and never will forgive her
but two years later
she’s not here
Like when she kicked you out of her bedroom into the street
It wasn’t with words, it was with her own two feet
Do you remember?
I’m holding on to memories just like a child
holds onto her mothers fingers every night
too scared to say, I’m scared to face the world alone
hate and grief and anger in people is all I’ve known
when my minds a prison it can be my freedom
Do you remember every single summer?
You’d ran out to your neighbors
and play with them for hours
until it got dark
the laughs were loud and hard
Like when they locked you in the playhouse in the garden, said you were a thief
You stayed there for hours, cause they had lost the only key
I still remember
I’m holding on to memories just like a child
holds onto her mothers fingers every night
too scared to say, I’m scared to face the world alone
hate and grief and anger in people is all I’ve known
when my minds a prison it can be my freedom
I still remember the blue sky
when the grass was green
when we were looking at stars
instead of computer screens
I’ll sleep like baby every night
with fear in my brain
I’m just lying with thoughts in my head
someday I’ll never wake up again
I’m holding on to memories just like a child
holds onto her mothers fingers every night
too scared to say, I’m scared to face the world alone
I’m holding on to memories just like a child
at the end of the day it is all I have
too scared to say, I’m scared to face the world alone
hate and grief and anger in people is all I’ve known
when my minds a prison it can be my freedom
I do remember