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Lost Love Songs

by Able

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1.
Days are long and they keep getting longer - the season and the mood - I’ve got a lot of things to do, God knows I try hard to Wonder how long it has been since I last danced and cruised the floors No, that’s right, it was last New Year’s It seems so long ago The horses are kicking, I guess they can smell the change on the grange But Spring won’t be long now and then I will let them out They’ll be fine I’ve had a lot of time to think, but I hardly ever do I have no real use for thoughts - I save them all for you The next time that I see the mailman I’ll ask him where they’ve gone, all those letters you have sent me Perhaps he just forgot The horses are kicking, I guess they can smell the change on the grange But they will calm down just as soon as they see the ground’s Summer gown The horses are kicking, I guess they can smell the change on the range Autumn is chilly - I think they could use your touch Soon enough... The horses are kicking, I guess they can smell the change on the grange Winter means time to relax but they roam out back near your shack How ‘bout that? They think that you won’t be back
2.
I just stopped by to pass the time, and nothing more I hadn’t braced my heart Now it’s pieces, bits and parts What can I say? I felt betrayed and cheated on I had promised not to break, but I forgot Each morning when I wake up and I still don’t know, the moment’s quite mundane, but it’s the best part of the day ‘Cause before I get out of bed I’ve realized: You’ve left me, I’m alone And that’s how it will stay But things are the way they are for a purpose Things are the way they are for a purpose Things are the way they are for a purpose Things are the way they are for a purpose Summer days and Winter days - we need them all Hard luck rain to feed, kissing warmth to grow So you go on, forget the swans and have a life ‘Cause whatever I may feel is what He had planned for me (Chorus)
3.
Thrill 03:04
It’s never gonna build It’s never gonna build From here the only way is down And that’s not the thrill That’s not the thrill That made us paint this whole damn town in blue and red All my life I’ve tried to find a trust that won’t be spilt Aw, just a sad old fool with a Sunday blues tells him he never will I can’t sit still, no, I can’t sit still Must see those bright lights above town And that’s not the thrill That’s not the thrill That you’ve found with another love now Sweeter, softer... All my life I’ve tried to find a love that won’t be spilt Ah, just a sad old fool with a country blues tells him he never will
4.
A worn-out cup that bears her name Mail that is hers, there’s some every day Dresses and jewellery I had no idea that I kept A box full of pictures, guess what they’re of? Fantasy postcards, cause that can’t be us...? The space that I don’t use on her side of the bed Her relics are around me every day So as long as these eyes can see she won’t go away, she will stay A bookmark in plastic that reads "I love you" Cards say "forever" - oh, we were such fools But the name on my key chain is hers and I know that won’t change
5.
6.
You’ve been stealing all my sleep I’ve been losing too much sleep But last night I thought it through: I’m over you, I’m over you, I’m over you And that’s the end of it That’s the end of it Yeah, that’s the end of it And I’m not scared, no I’m not scared Passing faces always pass Passing phases never last That lusting look that I longed for I got it and I smiled, thankful, frozen cold If that’s the end of it, if that’s the end of it, if that’s the end of it, there’s no denying I’ve lost mind There’s no denying: I’ve lost my mind
7.
All the way home I’m only thinking about you The window won’t shut I think I probably will catch a cold All this thinking is carving a hole in my chest We might never meet We might actually never meet again Your last written words bump around in my hand Of poetry, time... I guess there’s still some poetry after all But gratitude’s waiting in line Behind sadness, regrets We might never meet We might actually never meet again All day long I tried to find a name for it Then, I knew, and now I’m fighting a hopeless urge I know better than to use the L word We might never meet We might actually never meet again We might never meet We might actually never meet again All this thinking is carving a hole in my chest
8.
wish my pa had told me: “Son, your time will come soon They’ll be scrubbing factory floors, you’ll go to the moon You’re wonderful, a precious kind: the prettiest thing I’ve seen Those dumb kids are more scared than you’ll ever be” “So they may have girlfriends and fancy bikes to mend, but you’ve got brains You’ll get away” “Just don’t let them screw you around Don’t let them screw you around” I wish my pa had told me, but if memory serves me right (which it hardly ever does I think I know why) With their scared girlfriends, they looked so confident None of his talk could’ve stopped my fall “Don’t let them screw you around Don’t let them screw you around” Was it something I said? Was it something I did? My glasses, my high grades, my shirts? Indefensable me? What was pushing them on? Who was leading them on? It’s hard to be decent When no-one can spell The word “decency” “Don’t let them screw you around Don’t let them screw you around”
9.
The morning dew is fading soon, babe High time to make waves Soon it’s day and then it’s too late Too much care to take So don’t let this morning go Don’t let this morning go Look at this gorgeous new day It can take you where you wanna go Push your luck, don’t go with the flow You think that if you leave some traces, life has been worthwhile, But meaning in your life, let’s face it, is up to you to find So don’t let this morning go Don’t let this morning go (Chorus) As each morning goes you can’t seem to hear what I say But when this morning comes everybody’ll hear me now This time I’ll make it clear what I mean
10.
I’m sure that they told us to stay out among friends But the way it’s turned out all seems to reflect what we all now: You’re my only one You’re my only one Don’t say that you’re sorry, this is only spare change it’s one of the few things you came to neglect In time maybe, but now you’re my only one And it’s oh so real: you’re my only one I don’t tell you how to feel but you could find your home with me So please be moved by this scarred, bruised and beat-up old heart yhat pounds your name At times we say sad things that we don’t want to hear But all of those sad things they disappear when you walk by You’re my only one At least I tried... You’re my only one I won’t tell you how to feel, but you could find your home with me You’re my only one You’re my only one You’re my only one You’re my only one
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12.
Anniversary 02:43
I won’t say that I’m angry with you or that I still care I could even act polite and say I like your hair But don’t tell me that I’m fine Whatever I feel now, it’s just mine Mm, I know that time has passed and now I should move on But today it’s seven years To me that’s just too long So don’t tell me that I’m fine Whatever I feel now, it’s just mine It's all mine I just wanna go out drinking I just wanna go out drinking Please take me out drinking But I raise my stiff-lipped scotch to an anniversary that was lost

about

Co-released by Pimiento Recordings and Blackbean & Placenta Tape Club.

Being Swedish, we'd rather someone else said this album is bloody brilliant. ;-)

“Amazingly beautiful and delicate. Lost Love Songs is definitely one of the best Swedish albums I’ve heard this year.“ (Swedish music magazine Benno, issue #4)

“Drop-dead-gorgeous Swedish pop, breezy and sophisticated tunes with co-ed harmonies. Upbeat numbers and slower gems throughout 12 great songs.“ (Parasol Records, www.parasol.com)

Allmusic.com:
Given all the delays in releasing the material that makes up Lost Love Songs, it's a minor miracle that it finally did appear, and happily so. Anyone taken with the Swedish indie rock tendency to create bright, clear, and enjoyable music will find the country-pop hybrids on Lost Love Songs a gentle delight. If there are no surprises per se, beyond how Gille and Nyblad's voices suit the songs without having to reach for a craggy authenticity, the 12 songs on the record still make for a fine way to enjoy a slightly moody afternoon with as much clouds as sun. Nyblad herself only takes the lead a few times, but when she does, as on "Sail on a Mill," she brings a wistful warmth to the songs, a nice complement to Gille's own slightly mournful voice. Hellström's lap steel is in many ways the truest country signifier on the whole album, and as such isn't overused to make a point -- some songs, like "Thrill" and "The End of It," function just as well without it, more straight-up sweet indie pop than anything else. Sometimes it can be the touch of harmonica or banjo on a song, other times it's the sweetly gentle lope of the songs that suggests an early Mojave 3 without reverb and a bit more pep. Strings surface at points, often adding just the right air of sadness -- check out "We Might Never Meet Again," the most lugubrious (but still crisp enough) number on Lost Love Songs. The addition of honky tonk piano on many songs, courtesy of Henrik Sundqvist (who also plays Hammond organ throughout), is an inspired touch, lending tunes like "For a Purpose" an easy, fun swing (credit as well to Frodell's good work with drum shuffles).

credits

released February 14, 2000

It was the fall of 1997. The band had been falling apart after I and Lotta, the Able songwriting couple, had broken up almost a year before. It had been tough rehearsing. But we had written piles and piles of songs, both dealing with living alone. And it got easier eventually, perhaps the songs helped in that, I don't know. After a summer of rehearsing, having barbecues on my front lawn, drinking beer, listening to Townes Van Zandt, Salsoul (it was that kind of summer), and Dusty Springfield, always, and recording demos (and of having refigerators exploding around us), the 80 songs we started with had been reduced to 20. It was time to hit the studio.

The first album, Prestigeless Lovesounds, had done quite well (even scoring a licensing deal in Japan with Denon/Nippon Columbia), so the folks at Harry Lime thought Able had earned a bigger budget. Not BIG, obviously, but bigger than tiny. And we had great plans for the money. We'd decided to quit the rock highway (though we only ever reached the side roads), and head straight into something else. Townes Van Zandt and Guy Clark for the indie scene. And some Goffin/King for good measure. We got quite ambitious, contacted a string quartet, got a guy to do the score for them, contacted members of Cloudberry Jam and The Pusjkins to help us out in the studio.

We had a brilliant time. Jörgen Wärnström from CBJ recorded everything in his studio in Linköping in central Sweden, and his bandmate Henrik Sundqvist added every conceivable kind of keyboard to our backing tracks. We worked at it on and off until April or so the next year. We thought we'd made a great album. Then, Harry Lime said they were bankrupt. The big budget never existed, it was just a thing they said to earn time I guess. So we sent a tape to North of No South, and they loved it, couldn't wait to release it in the fall. And went bankrupt in August. After a few months of talking to labels who liked the album but wanted to change it ("you need to be more country", said one, "you need to cut that country crap", said another) or thought Able were too big for them (really, it's true), we finally found a home at Blackbean & Placenta.

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