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Ida Waaler is a young and passionate songwriter from Fredrikstad, Norway. For her, music has always been a force of nature, a fire that will never go out. "My message is to awaken feelings and introduce a broader world perspective to the listener… bringing important subjects out of the darkness." Ida's live performances are as memorable as they are intense and have at times left people in tears. The main objective of the studio recording has been to capture this magic in a raw and unpolished way. It was recorded live at Urban Sound Studios, Oslo, with Jock Loveband as producer and engineer. The music on this album borrows inspiration from alternative rock legends like PJ Harvey, Jeff Buckley, Skunk Anansie, Tori Amos. It features Sindri Mehl (Dog Almighty) on guitars, Roy Nilsen (Lorenzo) on drums, Espen Kregnes (The Switch) on bass and Kenneth Ekornes on percussion. The expression on this album ranges from intimate and vulnerable to strong and fearless, all with full control over the spectrum. Ida Waaler is an impressive artist with a unique voice that is truly worth noticing in the years to come. > Press release (pdf) : english / norwegian > Promo photo / Cover photo / Album art with lyrics |
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Disarm Video Directed & edited by Cecilia Riis Kjeldsen / Photo by Gudmund Sand / Grading by Doan M. Nguyen All songs written by Ida Waaler Produced by Ida Waaler & Jock Loveband Ida Waaler - Lead vocal / Acoustic guitar Sindri - Electric guitar/ Acoustic guitar/ Hammond/ Piano/ Backing vocals Roy Nilsen - Drums Espen Kregnes - Bass/ Hammond Recorded at Urban Sound Studios, Oslo 2013. Engineered by Jock Loveband. Mastered by Bjørn Engelmann at Cutting Room, Stockholm. Designed by Andreas Ådnem at Hirvi. Photos by Cecilia Riis Kjeldsen. Heart in snow photo by Daniel Rønning Stokkan. May your love rain down on us. A special thanks to all the guest artists: Åse AVA Fredheim for the great backing vocals. Kenneth Ekornes for the wonderful percussion. Fernando Sallum and Henrich Primrose for the strange toypiano on Circus. Kiki Maze for the beautiful cello on Railroad Tracks. ![]() |
Wrong The sun goes down again, hiding from the world And up rises the moon telling us to go to sleep Let the warriors’ children, The water takes the time, takes it out to sea And we are wrong this goes deeper The monsters of the world are creeping over your skin They creep into your mind and into your television Creating your fears destroying your beliefs, It’s just a description of the world and how it’s all becoming And we are wrong Cause you’re letting it be, you’re letting it in, And we are wrong |
DisArm Bang bang bang bang bang , a 1000 men fell down War oh war oh war , we´re so tired of you now Cry cry cry cry cry , those bitter bitter tears Useless wars cause of useless fears Disarm Disarm Children oh children , And Disarm, Disarm Soldier put down your Bang Bang Bang/ Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang/ Bang Bang Bang This is not a toy / This is not a toy This is not a toy soldier ! And children don’t learn from us But disarm us, disarm us, disarm us. |
Circus Melancholy state of mind You take your children to the circus the circus lies in you and me There is no negotiation with the truth You’ve forgotten your aims, You take your children to the circus the circus lies in you and me There is no negotiation with the truth You’ve forgotten how to laugh, you’ve forgotten how to cry You take your children to the circus |
Love Like Lovers Do I want to breathe like lovers do So easy Easy I want to let my guard down like lovers do I want to hope like lovers do Like the whole world is within my reach Like the whole world is within my reach And I want to love like lovers do Wanna love like lovers do I want to love like lovers, lovers do |
Machinehead Machinehead, machinehead, is marching ahead, marching ahead sick sick game Rapist rapist, is raping a stranger There’s no freedom, there’s no freedom Child abuse, which words to choose It seems like the good men lose Poverty inside your TV, it’s not just a scene, it’s making your machine When reality turns fiction and fiction turns true When reality turns fiction and fiction turns true When reality turns fiction then who the hell are you? MACHINEHEAD MACHINEHEAD MACHINEHEAD |
Shapeshifting Monster We are running around trying to be seen Waving our hands and flashing our dreams Dressed up in pink lies we go to the ball Who you are, who you are.... Who you are, who you are Oooh Human nature And it`s staring back at you , with nowhere to go Telling you to become just like everyone, Destroying Gods work Destroying Gods work Destroying Gods work |
Railroad Tracks Dressed up, in nothing but silence We try to escape our heads Its proven that every thought it leaves a mark And into our trails we go Like the skin when it longs for touch Like the lips when they long for truth Yes, the cravings ask for much Like raindrops floating like railroad tracks |
Jokers On High Speed Where everything that was supposed to be safe Was a little girl clinging onto her prayers Where everything that was supposed to be real Was just jokers on high speed And I don’t need you to tell me that I’m pretty Where everything that was supposed to be safe High speed, it’s all jokers, it’s all jokers, it’s all joker on high And everything that was supposed to be safe |
Demons House And I run outside of my demons house And I run outside of my demons house Underneath your high expectations of yourself there is a child You can’t set, oh you can`t set free And I run outside of my demons house And I run outside of my demons house We have grown up, without setting roots I run out of my demons house I run outside of my demons house |
Dronningen Av Gresset Jeg vil ta deg med , til et sted som gir deg fred Det ligger noe mer bak, din løgn om at du har det bra Du har verdens skatter, uten et kart Jeg skal ta deg med , til et sted som gir deg fred jeg lover, jeg lover, jeg lover, jeg lover, jeg lover Jeg skal ta deg med , til et sted som gir deg fred |