Just me...
On my album a lot of friends helped me playing instruments: Jacob Funch - Guitar and banjo, Jesper Elnegaard - Drums, Kåre Joensen - Bass, Sara Indrio - Percussion, Kasper Sørensen - Guitar, Christian Hjelm - Guitar and vocals, Jacob Bellens - Vocals, Nils Gröndahl - Violin and singing saw, Morten Svenstrup - Cello, Ned Ferm - Saxophone, Kasper Tranberg - Trumpet, Mads Hyhne - Trombone and Nikolaj Nørlund - Guitar.
There's also a duet with Amanda Brown, a sweet aussie lady who once played in the amazing Go-Betweens.
Influences
John Cale, Bob Dylan, The Go-Betweens, Tennessee Williams, Serge Gainsbourg, Billy Bragg, the Lucksmiths, Nick Cave, Damon Albarn, Henry Miller, the Beach Boys, Scott Walker, Kate Bush, Kris Kristofferson, Jacob Bellens, Tim Buckley, Broken Social Scene, Tindersticks, Stephen Merritt, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Cat Stevens, Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed, Yo La Tengo, Philip LaMantia, Charles Bukowski, Nikolaj Nørlund.
Sounds Like
I don't know. But here are all the lyrics. Also for the non album track "Was It Worth It all", it's in the bottom.
Every Streetcar’s Got a Name
We did it in the kitchen
We did it on a train
We did it in the backseat
Every streetcar’s got a name
We did it in your bedroom
In your parents’ just the same
And in your boyfriend’s office
Every streetcar’s got a name
In restrooms by the highway
Below bridges by the Seine
And even in the Vatican State
Every Streetcar’s got a name
--
The Lie That Keeps Us Together
I couldn’t sleep, you didn’t come home and something’s wrong with your phone
I kept thinking about those coffee stains on our sheets as I walked through the streets
I won’t ask you any questions; don’t tell me where you’ve been
I heard his voice, the car door slam and the soft hum of the machine
Did you wake up late in some stranger’s bed with an ache in your head?
Did you wonder how it could happen again when you swore it would end?
I won’t ask you any questions, though on my tongue they burn
You could come with bite marks on your cunt, just as long as you return
It’s alright, let’s forget it, we all make our mistakes
I’ll forgive and I’ll forget what trouble lies ahead
I’ll forgive and I’ll forget what worries lie ahead, what waits for us in beds
It’s the lies that keep us together
The truth would only tear us apart
That’s the lie that keeps us together
The truth about you would only break my heart
And vice versa, that’s the art!
---
Your Palace in the Morning
Love letter fly; tell her a day has gone by
Without her lips, her skin and her breasts and her hips
It all seems so near, the memory of having you here
Here in my arms, here in my arms, here in my arms
I was cleaning my room, singing while swinging the broom
Of bodies unfurled drifting through condomless worlds
I dozed for a while, I dreamt of your face when you smile
And the rest of you too, the rest of you too, the rest of you too
We slept in a palace, exhausted and careless
We are flames at night; we are without sight
I thrive for each fraction; wallow in our imperfections
It takes courage to get this happy; it takes courage to feel this happy, yeah!
Kissing at dawn, I’d left you quite early that morn’
And twelve hours on my right hand was covering a yawn
And softly it grew; two fingers still smelling like you
Wuhuuu…
---
The Memory of Motels
The memory of motels and you in the bed there
These tiny little cells where we’d meet once a week
All dressed in nature’s uniform in dull afternoon light
The memories still get to me and haunt me on a lonely night
The memory of motels and you in the bed there
Of sudden swift farewells for your family dinners
The ring you wore reminded you that you were not born to fight
The memories still get to me of how you never stayed the night
I never told you that I stayed after you left
I paid the room so I figured I’d drink the free coffee, though it was lonely
I’d read the Bible or watch some TV
Find a few of the hairs you left for me on the pillow, some kind of a quid pro quo
Breakfast in bed at a bed and breakfast
Then take the bus home and wait for the week to pass
I see you now and then walking with your sons in the city
You do look older, but still very pretty
Sometimes you wear a dress that I seem to remember from the old days
How you picked it from the floor before you went away
And someday when you write down your memoirs far from now
I’ll be the chapter that you choose leave out
The memory of motels
---
This Little Lady
This little lady was like a tattoo, at first she was wanted then stuck on like glue
And maybe his leaving was all he could do and leave her a letter that hurt
All of their children they blamed him at first, but once in their teens they could see he was cursed
Cause this little lady, their mother by name, was a creature too wild to tame
He’d met her while traveling, it slowly unfurled, he enjoyed having found such hunger in a girl
They moved to a village close to where they’d met and spent honeymoon in their bed
At first it was happy, one sweaty embrace, but he soon saw he couldn’t keep up with her pace
She wanted it nightly and all through the day and slowly he pushed her away
So to soothe her needs she would see other men, in barns or behind bushes again and again
They found in her what they couldn’t find in their wives, then returned to their ordinary lives
But rumors they grew of this horrible shame, the women would speak of a harsh Latin name
And this little lady would try to explain and did so but all was in vain
This little lady was like a balloon that rise beautifully just to lose air to soon
Her children had left her and the townsmen were appalled of how she had bewitched them all
So this little lady she cut both her wrists, she jumped from a bridge with a gun in her fists
And they all just forgot her except for this knave; a townsman who pissed on her grave
---
A Queen Between the Sheets
Many a girl has passed that door
And picked their clothes up from the floor
Such different ages, different lives
They’ll all turn into someone’s wives
One last chance to change your mind
Don’t sign your name on that dotty line, you’ll be sorry soon
One last chance, don’t change a thing
Don’t walk the aisle, don’t wear that ring, you’ll be sorry soon, I’ll be sorry too
The years have passed, the number’s grown
I don’t recall how many I have known
The one night stands and short term loans
But still you hold the thrown
One last chance to change your mind
Don’t sign your name on that dotty line, you’ll be sorry soon
One last chance, don’t change a thing
Don’t walk the aisle, don’t wear that ring, you’ll be sorry soon, I’ll be sorry too
Cause it happens our eyes meet when I pass you on the street
Sometimes we nearly greet before looking at our feet
Though I recall you’re less than sweet, still my heart begins to beat
Cause I remember when we meet that you’re a queen between the sheets
You’re a queen between the sheets
---
Don’t Ever Kiss Him Again
I thought I could trust you, I thought that I knew you
I thought you’d stay true to the end
But at least you confess to have let him undress you
You cry as you’re making amends
So I’ll forgive you when you’re in my arms
I’ll buy us our own little farm
We’ll go there and live there and stay there
So no one will ever interfere
Just don’t ever kiss him again or I’ll leave you
Don’t ever kiss him again
---
Don’t Ever Fuck Her Again
I thought I could trust you, I thought that I knew you, I thought of you as my best friend
What the hell are you thinking to excuse with drinking a night that came to such an end
You were like a brother, you knew like no other how much I loved her and still do
You knew it was holy, yet undressed her slowly if what she has told me is true
Then it’s farewell, I don’t want to see you, there’s no need to discuss what you’ve done
We used to go hunting together and trust me I still own the gun
So don’t ever fuck her again or I’ll kill you
Don’t ever fuck her again or I’ll kill you
We’ll move away, don’t write us
The distance that divide you from us
Might keep you alive and we’ll be fine
Assuming that the child is mine
---
Your Skin, Your Smell, the Noises You Make
In a lot of darkened bars there are people sending gazes
Strangers in the night until they said their first hello
Mata Hari and Monroe, their skin glistening,
Causing jealousy and rage as they die in early age
I was dreaming about that night when I asked you to come over
And within half an hour you were stretching at my sheets
Liquid running down your thighs with skin glistening
Would we feel regret if no one knew our crimes?
I have loved and still I’ve done this many times
Making love will tear us apart and it’ll put us back together
The thunder in our hearts sometimes echo in our limbs
It is violently soft, mad and hissing…
Your skin, your smell, the noises you make when we’re this close together
---
The Girl Without Numbers on Her Back
Sometimes at night that mimic astounds me
A widening mouth with its legs around me
Candles flicker light on empty walls
Through rings of smoke we watch erections fall
The floor is filled with empty bottles
Mixed up with clothes that has fallen from us
We are so close it’s the same air we breathe
We speak in sounds through clenching teeth
The light returns at daybreak
And we’re strangers once again
Once more before the shower
Then she’ll return shortly past ten
To her parents house again
Does God forgive or is that just a saying?
Can you squeeze in with a bit of praying?
Which excuses will please the man above?
She looked just like you, is that good enough?
The girl without numbers on her back just went showering and never came back
---
The Skin Game
You say I go drinking too much and sometimes I do
But don’t you know when I’m drinking I’m always thinking of you
You ask why I go dancing so much and I wish I knew
Cause don’t you know when I’m dancing I’m always thinking of you
You ask so many questions and say so many words
I just wish you wouldn’t say the ones that hurt
You say I stay at parties too long, which happens at times
But still drunk and senseless you’re always the one on my mind
You’re so full of accusations, you say so many words
I just wish you wouldn’t say the ones that hurt
You claim that I go flirting too much and I’m sure I do
But with whomever I’m flirting I’m just reminded of you
And you say I go fucking too many, we both know that’s true
But don’t you know when I’m fucking I wish that I was the one who was fucking you
---
Tennessee (Return of the Body Snatchers)
On returning to you I’ll be happy, nothing’s changed, it’s as good as it can be
Every routine is still working quite perfectly; I can hear you agree
For a year I was working in Tennessee and with my hands I made love to your memory
Sure, I’d wear all of your dresses and still feel fine knowing you’re mine
If the distance won’t kill us then the skin and the closeness
Will just make us stronger and make us last longer
And maybe we’ll marry and produce a bunch of kids this way
You were waiting for me at the station, we hurried home for a celebration
It took less than two minutes to get undressed, who would’ve guessed…
---
All the Girls I Lost in the Fires
Through black books and morning looks wasting Cupid’s darts
With empty testicles and an empty heart
But something is wrong I thought, some part is gone
With all the hurt induced by the fire
I saw twenty three girls line up and just look away
Crawling through crowded beds for a place to stay
But something’s wrong I thought, some part has gone
With every girl I lost in a fire
At times I’ve been bad, drunk and unkind
But I know I’ve been good, sometimes quite divine
I know I’ve left trails of sore lips and broken hearts
My own was chopped off part by part
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were younger
Then it wouldn’t have to be so hard
How many more to come, how many useless darts?
Cause something’s wrong I thought, some part is gone
With all the girls I lost in the fires
But please not this one
---
A Sunday Routine
Michael: Amanda:
Do your Sunday routine, unzip my jeans…
And let’s go to bed
Soft as a kitten’s paw…
I’ll take off your bra, then take you to bed
Was life really beautiful before we knew what hid inside our pants?
How could this be a sin, this fire within?
Let’s just go to bed
Your lips keep climbing on down, upon and around…
Now let’s go to bed
Was life really beautiful before we knew what hid inside our pants?
Dim the lights in the room
Your scent, your perfume…
Please take me to bed
Your skin brushing against mine
And our legs intertwined
Let’s go to bed
Was life really beautiful before we knew what hid inside our pants?
Desire might kill us all, but when we fall down that ladder
And our dreams start to shatter
And we see Hell approaching within a mile
Still we’d go with a smile, still we’ll go without trial, we will go there in style:
It has all been worth while
---
We Did It Just the Same
We did it in the thunder
And we did it in the rain
We did it while the lightning struck our butts
But we did it just the same
It’ll make us feel so happy
It can drive us quite insane
Until our hearts or body parts fail
Every streetcar’s got a name
---
Was It Worth It All
It's over, the smiles have gone
Your voice has changed into something unrecognizable
It's gone now, we're in a state where sorry has long lost it's meaning
And it's just too late
It's over, still you eyes are dry
I guess you've reached that point where you just can't cry
It's broken now, we never thought it would
And all because of twenty minutes that weren't all that good.
Was it worth it all?
Michael Møller. Danish. Living in Berlin. Singer in moi Caprice (myspace.com/moicaprice). Releasing debut-album November 5th - Every Streetcar's Got a Name - An Album about sex and desire.
Here are are a few songs from my solo debut, as well as one non-album track. I've uploaded lots of pictures as well, click the one on the left to see more. You can find all the lyrics in the "Sounds like"-section.
Nu har jeg godt nok også rost dig/jer, på Moi Caprice's side. Men altså sangen Be Kind To My Mistakes, er virkelig et klasse nummer. Teksten, melodien og stemningen rammer bare rent! Den og så Suede's The Asphalt World, er absolut nogle af de bedste/smukkeste numre ever! Vh en stor fan.
PS: Håber i kan komme ud på grønjorden igen og give en koncert. :)
så ikke flere mm solo koncerter???? øvøv..... du ville glæde dine fans og mig, hvis det modsatte er tilfældet!!! Glæder mig afsindigt til det nye mc album, og til de efterfølgende koncerter......
Hey, M. Tak for sublim storytelling, vanvittige vietnamhistorier, hyper-art Hemmingwaykonversationer og generel hygge i Albertslund. Jeg er stadigt lykkeligt forundret over, at vi slap ud i live, ha :)! Håber vi ses igen. Hilsen Hymnedrengen
har købt billet til spot og glæder mig for vildt.. ved du hvornår du skal spille??? og husk der er sjov og ballade i byen den weekend??!!! Kan jeg få teksten til "don't ever kiss him again"??
Hej. Jeg tænkte på, om du ved, hvornår du ca. spiller på Rust imorgen? Jeg vil nemlig utroligt gerne høre dig, men er først i byen sent om aftenen... Håber du kan hjælpe mig :)!
Linen og jeg siger mega tak for koncert i O'ense - vi vender frygteligt tilbage til bord nr. 9, såfremt du skulle finde på at kigge forbi Dexter igen - hvadenten det bliver alene eller sammen med stambandet :-)
Jeg vil lige tage mig tid til at smide ros i din retning, for det har du virkeig fortjent.
Jeg lytter meget til din solo-plade, som er spækket med fantstiske sange. Jeg håber meget, at du fortsætter inden for musikbranchen i de næste mange år. Dansk musik har virkelig brug for en musiker af din klasse.
Jeg ser frem til moi Caprice's 4. album. Det bliver det største i 2008!
Lad moi Caprice bestå i mange år. Med håb om mange fremtidige udgivelser med bandet såvel som solo, ønsker jeg jer god arbejdslyst med det kommende moi Caprice-album, som jeg venter med stor spænding.
1000 tak for venskab og ikke mindst 100.000 tak for en fantastisk cd. Den bliver skamspillet her i hytten og de fantastiske tekster er med både vid og humor. Skønt..
Jeg glæder mig til at se dig live og svømme hen i den dejlige stemning...
Glæder mig til at se dig i lille Vega. Og tak for den bedste plade af 2007s plader, den er så varm og dejlig at lytte til en søndag aften. Endelig en der ikke har de kedelige kærlighedstekster, men frække og erotiske tekster. Denne forandring glæder mig!
Hello Michael,
Michael and the beautiful girls
Hej Michael.
Nu har jeg godt nok også rost dig/jer, på Moi Caprice's side.
Men altså sangen Be Kind To My Mistakes, er virkelig et klasse nummer. Teksten, melodien og stemningen rammer bare rent!
Den og så Suede's The Asphalt World, er absolut nogle af de bedste/smukkeste numre ever!
Vh en stor fan.
PS: Håber i kan komme ud på grønjorden igen og give en koncert. :)
Kommer du? ;)
any chance you could put that unreleased song back on the player? sadly, i never got a chance to hear it.
hi there....
så ikke flere mm solo koncerter???? øvøv..... du ville glæde dine fans og mig, hvis det modsatte er tilfældet!!!
Glæder mig afsindigt til det nye mc album, og til de efterfølgende koncerter......
more love tina
Hey Michael,
Tak for add. Glæder mig til at høre det nye album.
Jesper S. // Kurtz
Fandt Every Streetcar frem igen i går, og det er stadig et helt igennem vidunderligt album...
Hej Michael.
Tak for en virkelig smuk koncert på Spot festivalen. Én af de bedste - hvis ikke dén bedste koncert, jeg så på Spot.
xx
Smuk, smuk, smuk koncert på spot. Ærgerligt at den ikke var lidt senere, og meget længere.
Hav det godt,
Ellen
Hey, M. Tak for sublim storytelling, vanvittige vietnamhistorier, hyper-art Hemmingwaykonversationer og generel hygge i Albertslund. Jeg er stadigt lykkeligt forundret over, at vi slap ud i live, ha :)!
Håber vi ses igen.
Hilsen Hymnedrengen
hej hej....
har købt billet til spot og glæder mig for vildt.. ved du hvornår du skal spille??? og husk der er sjov og ballade i byen den weekend??!!!
Kan jeg få teksten til "don't ever kiss him again"??
more love tina
Hej.
Jeg tænkte på, om du ved, hvornår du ca. spiller på Rust imorgen?
Jeg vil nemlig utroligt gerne høre dig, men er først i byen sent om aftenen...
Håber du kan hjælpe mig :)!
Vh, Eva.
Linen og jeg siger mega tak for koncert i O'ense - vi vender frygteligt tilbage til bord nr. 9, såfremt du skulle finde på at kigge forbi Dexter igen - hvadenten det bliver alene eller sammen med stambandet :-)
Smukke toner! Tak for addet!
elsker din musik..... er smukt og bevægende!
har du set hvor mange afspilninger silaz har på hans musik???
more love tina
hi....
mangler du aldrig en god musiker til opvarmning??
hva' med ham her?
http://www.myspace.com/silazonline
more love tina
En kollega har taget min vagt på biblo.
Bord nummer 9 på Dexter er reserveret - herfra vil Line og jeg heppe på dig og dit band d. 15. marts!
Mange hilsner fra STiNE
Her er et LINK til en anmeldelse af sin fine og så smukke koncert i Lille Vega...
Roser på dig!
Hey Michael.
Jeg vil lige tage mig tid til at smide ros i din retning, for det har du virkeig fortjent.
Jeg lytter meget til din solo-plade, som er spækket med fantstiske sange. Jeg håber meget, at du fortsætter inden for musikbranchen i de næste mange år. Dansk musik har virkelig brug for en musiker af din klasse.
Jeg ser frem til moi Caprice's 4. album. Det bliver det største i 2008!
Lad moi Caprice bestå i mange år. Med håb om mange fremtidige udgivelser med bandet såvel som solo, ønsker jeg jer god arbejdslyst med det kommende moi Caprice-album, som jeg venter med stor spænding.
MVH Jakob
Hej michael
Svinger du ikke røven forbi på onsdag, så gir vi bajer og ballade!
1000 tak for venskab og ikke mindst 100.000 tak for en fantastisk cd. Den bliver skamspillet her i hytten og de fantastiske tekster er med både vid og humor. Skønt..
Jeg glæder mig til at se dig live og svømme hen i den dejlige stemning...
9els, Silkeborg
Hej...
Tak for venskabet.
Har lige været ude at købe dit solo-album, og det er jo intet mindre end fantastisk!!
Hej Michael
Takker for venskab.
Det er sgu nogle gode sange du har liggende her.
bedste hilsner
butzback
Hils M4 Falkenberg fra mig af!
Glæder mig til at se dig i lille Vega. Og tak for den bedste plade af 2007s plader, den er så varm og dejlig at lytte til en søndag aften. Endelig en der ikke har de kedelige kærlighedstekster, men frække og erotiske tekster.
Denne forandring glæder mig!
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