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Leaving a Memory

by Sawdust & Rust

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1.
Caroline 04:42
CAROLINE (Benjamin Petersen/Patrick Rydman) Underneath the midnight sun Ending what was once begun The bright red church upon the hill Just like time’s been standing still Shadows falling on your face As we gaze upon shallow, icy graves Wooden crosses in the snow Last confessions, row by row Please, don’t let that be our fate Tell me what you feel before it is too late Caroline, will you speak your heart I promise I won’t fall apart Caroline, look at me and say That you never loved me anyway If it’s so, I will let you go Lines flowing from my weary mind Untangling what we have entwined Dreams tattooed on your precious skin Somehow you won’t let me in Caroline, will you speak your heart I promise I won’t fall apart Caroline, look at me and say That you never loved me anyway If it’s so, I will let you go Caroline, Caroline… I watch you put on your wedding dress How did we get into this mess? Soon we’ll hear the churchbells chime And everything we had will be left behind Caroline, please just speak your heart I promise I won’t fall apart Caroline, look at me and say That you never loved me anyway If it’s so, I will let you go Caroline, Caroline…
2.
Room Enough 03:49
ROOM ENOUGH (Patrick Rydman) There are two of you in here Where there should be only one Must have let the other in When I thought the first had gone Now I’m trying to reconcile The fiction and the facts Seeing that I can’t control The way the heart reacts But it’s alright it’s ok Feelings rise and they fall, fade away It’s alright though it’s tough I’m just hoping there is room enough What I think and what I do Should be walking hand in hand As I’m trying to stay true To what I know and understand But when the lonely wolf inside Is howling at the moon No, there ain’t no place to hide He’ll be coming for you soon But it’s alright it’s ok Feelings rise and they fall, fade away As I look at my stuff I’m just hoping there is room enough I’m lying in the dark Debating wrong and right All the steps I just won’t take But then again I might Handsome devil on my left Fallen angel to the right Should be cutting to the chase It is murder to decide There are two of you in here Where there should be only one Must have let the other in When I thought the first had gone… But it’s alright it’s ok Feelings rise and they fall, fade away It’s alright though it’s tough I’m just hoping there is room enough Yeah, it’s alright, it’s a pain It’s a blessing, a curse all the same But as I look at my stuff I’m just hoping there is room enough
3.
TUMBLING DICE (Patrick Rydman) Gonna live my life like tumbling dice Gonna let chance rule and I won’t think twice ‘cause there ain’t no use making plans it seems They end up in the bin with all my broken dreams Gonna bet on nothing to pull me through Looking back on my past what am I to do Whatever goal I was going for I still wound up on the kitchen floor Now I know I got no control So look at me go Letting it roll for a big surprise Just like tumbling dice Gonna spend my days like a rolling stone Gonna pull all the stops and leave all reason alone Even if I lose this crazy game For all your schemes you’re bound to end up just the same Who calls the shots? Well maybe no one’s there It’s that single thought that makes me so scared Whatever goal I was going for… So screw the sacred gurus and the new philosophies You won’t see me get down on my knees Can’t do more wishful thinking Lady luck left me behind I’d be better off losing my mind Now if science says we’re all just empty space Then what’s the point in tryin’ to win this race Whatever goal I was going for… Gonna live my life like tumbling dice
4.
THE SHADE OF YOUR SKIN (Klaus Caprani/Patrick Rydman) The shade of your skin has faded Summer is gone and I’m feeling tired Work must begin, we’re jaded Sooner or later someone will get fired Here we are, two boxers in the ring The title won’t amount to anything You dance around the punches that I swing ’til I can’t see who’s hiding there within The sound of the bell means resting Soon we will need to go another round It’s my iron will you’re testing Bending me slowly closer to the ground Here we are, two sluggers in a clinch Bruised and battered, bleeding hearts, unhinged But this is one I’m never gonna win if I can’t see who’s hiding there within Leaves are softly falling Sun’s behind the clouds I cannot hear you calling Through all these rising doubts Seems like we are stalling The inevitable outcome The shade of your skin, like china I wouldn’t break you even if I could Your outline grows ever finer Your every perfect step misunderstood Here we go, committing every sin Forgetting the predicament we’re in Our gloves are getting old and wearing thin I’m looking at the shade of your skin But I’ll never know who’s hiding there within The shade of your skin
5.
Hurricane 05:08
HURRICANE (Patrick Rydman) It’s a secret portal, the passage to my pain Showing me I’m mortal, blood coursing through my veins I can open it when I’m all numb, closed off to myself like a well stocked cupboard, there’s stuff on every shelf So I pick a memory, a feeling I once had And it comes alive in me, I’m happy, I am sad Tears and laughter making way, dancing in my chest They were never far away, they only took some rest And if I think I’m dying, then dying is the way The gates are wide open, the flood will wash each growing crack away Buckle up and let in the hurricane See the cars are flying, like toys, they look so small And the houses that I built, they groan before they fall All of my belongings scattered everywhere Everything I thought I was, I no longer care And if I think I’m dying, then dying is the way The gates are wide open, the flood will wash each crumbling schack away Buckle up and let in the hurricane The view is getting clearer as the wind sets in Disaster drawing nearer, there’s no way I can win It’s a secret portal, but I can walk right through No more expectations, there’s nothing I must do I’m just a lonely orphan on a lonely road The little bag I carry still packs a heavy load And if I think I’m dying, then dying is the way The gates are wide open, the flood will wash each winding track away And if I think I’m dying, then dying is the way The gates are wide open, the flood will wash me clean and it’s ok Buckle up and let in the hurricane
6.
SMALL SHELL FROM THE SEA (Linda Dahl/Patrick Rydman) I got three things in my pocket that I always bring with me A stone, an eagle feather and a small shell from the sea The stone has been for ages It is old and grey and wise The snow white eagle feather has fallen from the skies And the little seashell been riding with the tide So tiny and so brittle, still so strong inside Life’s a rough and lonely ride At least it’s been for me My ship was wrecked, I nearly died Now I’m drifting free I keep coming up for air Through salty tears I see A stone, an eagle feather and a small shell from the sea Now, the sea is always hungry, there ain’t nothing it won’t eat The proudest dream will go down and must admit defeat Bleaching bones from sailors lie rustling in the caves Reminders of the cruelty of the weary waves I’m searching the horizon For a lighthouse on the shore Where I can heal myself again Sleep forever more ’cause life’s a rough and lonely ride At least it’s been for me My ship was wrecked, I nearly died Now I’m drifting free I keep coming up for air Through salty tears I see A stone, an eagle feather and a small shell from the sea I hold on to three little things They’ve saved me many times Carried me through storms and kept me alive The earth, the sky, the ocean so wide Life’s a rough and lonely ride At least it’s been for me My ship was wrecked, I nearly died Now I’m drifting free I keep coming up for air Through salty tears I see A stone, an eagle feather and a small shell from the sea
7.
OUT ON A LIMB (Patrick Rydman/Alain Vande Putte) Stranded on the wrong side of a dozen maragaritas A mariachi band inside my head I turn around towards you and you whisper ”hello stranger” Can’t remember how we got to bed And our bodies are trembling like October leaves on a tree And there’s nothing more strange and more beautiful than you and me Out on a limb, out on a limb Torn up within, out on a limb The sun lights up the bedroom, we’re coming out of hiding The morning star revealing who we are Curious and reckless, we dance around each other Baring every battle wound and scar And our bodies are trembling like October leaves on a tree And there’s nothing more strange and more beautiful than you and me Out on a limb, out on a limb Torn up within, out on a limb Let’s get it out in the open Neither of us is too good at this thing Both of us hoping That some constellation in cold empty space Is leading us home as it falls into place I guess all of us tremble like October leaves on a tree We will always keep running, maybe one day we’ll be free Out on a limb, out on a limb Torn up within, out on a limb
8.
Mellow 04:26
MELLOW (Burton Jespersen/Patrick Rydman) 7780 Highway 9, just a white spot in the road You could pass right through, you’d never know Old motor homes and trailers parked way up in the woods 60’s memorabilia, recycled goods Lunchtime down at Rocky’s, upon their wall of fame That dear old dog died years ago but the café has his name Across the road’s a dog wash, The Pet Palace if you please bring your dirty dogs and cats, wash away their fleas Next to that is Mellow's, antiques beyond compare If you throw a yard sale, she’ll be there With her Pink Floyd bedroom and The Dark Side Of The Moon She finds those hidden treasures and whistles that ol’ tune Mellow, mellow, mellow another place in time We thought it was forgotten, a dream we left behind Mellow, mellow, mellow makes me feel so fine Like the smell of wood smoke in the air Like the taste of vintage wine California redwoods, there’s a story to be told Take a lonely walk, it will unfold Now all those flower children they’re not children anymore But that song of love’s still flowing from the mountains to the shore Mellow, mellow, mellow another place in time We thought it was forgotten a dream we left behind Mellow, mellow, mellow makes me feel so fine Like the smell of wood smoke in the air Like the taste of vintage wine
9.
LEAVING A MEMORY (Elin-Louise Ahlberg/Patrick Rydman) Waking up in my bed Got a home, got a roof over my head See the rain pouring down, but here between my sheets I’m warm and safe and sound All these things I take for granted I want for nothing here I’d be adrift and disenchanted If they would disappear How can I know what it means to be free When that’s all I’ve ever been? How can I know what it’s like to be lost at sea Facing a storm, leaving a memory There’s a face on the screen Eerie eyes of pain, the saddest ones I’ve seen She’s a girl on the run Being born is the only crime she’s done All these stories fill my senses But they’re so hard to take in Before they break down my defenses The next game show will begin How can I know what it means to be free When that’s all I’ve ever been? How can I know what it’s like to be lost at sea Facing a storm, leaving a memory? Hey… In the harbour, she is down on her knees Hey… And she sees a fence designed by fear and greed Hey… On the other side lies everything she needs Here I am, there she goes It was the luck of the draw that made it so Through a cruel twist of fate I’ve been served my freedom on a silver plate How can I know what it means to be free…
10.
FORGETTING YOU (Patrick Rydman) What were those moments The fire I felt Is love really too strong a word? I know it’s pointless The hand has been dealt No ace in the hole, vision blurred If I could see clearly, I’d know when to fold Get on with the game, let this feeling turn cold I keep forgetting you, then I remember No matter what I do you keep coming back Like a bolt out of the blue, like spring in December I think it can’t be true, then I remember to keep forgetting you Now I’m a poet In front of a screen Oceans away from your heart I’ll never reach it What lies between you and me, I don’t know where to start But if you would call me and just ask me to I’d cut all my ties, surrender to you I keep forgetting you… Outside my window, a darkening sky Monterey mist, an unspoken goodbye My mind runs in circles and can’t let it lie What was the message? What did I miss? I thought I saw all the signs But here I am, stranded Lost in a kiss That only took place in my mind Forgive me, I’m doing the best that I can Counting the hours that run through my hands I keep forgetting you…

about

“ Music was always my escape. As a kid, I would dive into the record collection in our house: Abba, Beatles, Bach, French chansons, Jobim’s bossa and Charlie Parker’s bebop… Deep Purple, Genesis, Yes and Talking Heads… For my own part I discovered The Police at the age of 11, when I bought their album Regatta de Blanc together with The Fab Four’s Abbey Road. I saw Bowie live in my hometown of Gothenburg, Sweden, in 1983, and Springsteen in ’85. I had first taken up the trumpet (learning jazz standards together with my dad who was an accomplished amateur sax player). Then I took to playing the drums, just like my older brother, and also got a guitar for my 13th birthday that I started to knock out songs on (or at least they were songs to me). The family piano was also frequently abused. I got the opportunity to go to the US to be an exchange student right after 9th grade, and I ended up staying a year in Sacramento, CA, where I picked as many music classes as possible and became completely hooked on pop radio, following the Billboard Hot 100 with manic precision. The big songs of 85-86 are forever in my heart, however cheesy they may sound today…
I had already decided that music was going to be my career (I don’t think I ever really had a choice), and I was accepted to music college in Sweden, starting when I got back from the US. My singing had begun to unfold somewhat secretly, as well as my songwriting. Fast forward to the late 90’s and I had a Master of Fine Arts in Music from Gothenburg University, majoring in jazz vocals (I know a big chunk of the Great American Songbook by heart). I have been freelancing since – as a singer, musician, producer and songwriter – doing all kinds of stuff, moving between different styles and genres, releasing a few solo albums under my own name, getting nominated for the Swedish version of a Grammy (it’s called Grammis here) for my work with the avant garde vocal ensemble Amanda (with which I’ve also had the opportunity to tour the world), written a stage musical (working on the second one), written original music for kids (hint: They like good songs too!) and toured across Sweden playing at schools, in gyms and theatres (most recently with a Springsteen tribute show featuring singer-songwriter trio My Quiet Companion of which I am a proud member), studied Indian vocal techniques in Bombay for Dhanashree Pandit-Rai and not least co-written with a bunch of songwriters from around the globe. The co-writing started in earnest after I attended a Listening Room Songwriting Retreat in Denmark in 2010. In short, the assignment is to write a new song with a new person every day for a week.
My new CD project Sawdust & Rust is very much a result of these retreats and meetings with other writers. Six out of ten songs are co-writes, and I’m immensely grateful for the gift of those songs. I feel that this record is a new direction for me, a different sound than before, and that’s partly why I wanted to find a title for it that was not my own name. Also because I’ve come to realize more and more that it’s never really about me. Rather, it’s all about the songs and the stories and emotions they convey, taking flight into the world, finding listeners that accept them into their lives, and make them their songs.
The jumping-off point for Sawdust & Rust was in the Greenlandic village of Sisimiut, in April 2015. I was there, at the Arctic Sounds Festival, invited to play but also to write. I was lucky enough one day to be paired with Benjamin Petersen, a brilliant singer-songwriter from the Faroe Islands. We walked around Sisimiut, watching the desolate graveyard with wooden crosses in the snow and the bright red church upon the hill overlooking the harbour and the endless sea. The resulting song after our walk and our talk was Caroline, where Benjamin wove his banjo playing around my steel-string guitar strumming. After hearing Benjamin’s solo records and other projects he had recorded and produced I got the idea to go there and record. The Faroe Islands have a thriving music scene despite there being only about 50 000 people altogether on the islands. Think Iceland on steroids and you get the idea… So, after a year of planning (big thanks to Nordic Culture Point for the funding!) and postponing due to different personal circumstances (for one, Benjamin became a father) I finally flew over to Tórshavn, the Faroese capital, to spend some time in Studio Bunkarin (The Bunker), and record the bulk of what now is the debut album of Sawdust & Rust. I’ve chosen songs that have a folksy, rootsy, soulful quality, but also adding some big hooks and choruses that signify Swedish pop. All of this sprinkled with a thin layer of retro on top. To my mind, it’s a very collaborative effort, not a solo project, and I think the name is fitting. There’s something about the beauty of both creation and decay, what we bring with us and what gets left behind… sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose. I am really proud of this album and I hope you’ll be willing to step into our world for a little while and find an escape in these lyrics, grooves and melodies that perhaps also can give you a glimpse of yourself. Welcome to Sawdust & Rust, and thanks for listening! “ Patrick Rydman, March 2018

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released March 20, 2018

STARRING:

Patrick Rydman – lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitars, percussion, additional keys, trumpet, additional electric bass

Benjamin Petersen – electric guitars, acoustic guitars, banjo, additional keys, backing vocals

Mikael Blak – Höfner bass, Moog bass, additional keys

Knút Háberg Eysturstein – keys

Per I. Højgaard Petersen – drums


INTRODUCING:

Elin-Louise Ahlberg – lead and backing vocals (Caroline, Mellow, Leaving a Memory)

Gustav Bäcklin – electric guitar, banjo (Leaving a Memory)

Sofia Ekberg – backing vox (Caroline, Mellow)

Olof Skoog – sax (Tumbling Dice, Out on a Limb)


Recorded at Studio Bunkarin, Tórshavn, FO, Moonscape Studios, Floda, SE, and Studio Elenette, Gothenburg, SE.

Produced and mixed by Patrick Rydman and Benjamin Petersen. Mastered by Petter Eriksson.

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Sawdust & Rust was born after a chance meeting on Greenland in 2015 between Swedish singer-songwriter Patrick Rydman (pic) and Faroese singer-songwriter Benjamin Petersen, Melodic and accessible, this is poetic, catchy songwriting with lots of rootsy, folky elements and a touch of Nordic blues thrown into a mix that also features a heap of memorable choruses. ... more

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