Bjarni Frímann Bjarnason

O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself—projecting me;
O solitary me, listening—nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you;
Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there, in the night,
By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there arous’d—the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me. O give me the clew! (it lurks in the night here somewhere,) O if I am to have so much, let me have more!

"This album is the shit! We recorded it in 10 days in my mom's mountain hut east of iceland with a viola, cello, violin and one microphone. In 10 days this beauty was born. I am extremely proud of this work and honored to have had the possibility to produce Bjarni's first solo record!" - President Bongo