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STORIES OVER (Ryan Mathiesen, Feb 2014)
Once upon a time ago... Wait, that story's over, yeah. Now it’s there on the street, looking at everyone like a stranger. And it’s what you make it Yeah it’s what you make it. No it’s what we make it. Is everyone asking ‘How far will they take it?’ can anyone say, losing trust? Losing what we had made it. Nothing to replace the net to catch our fall. They who know the night are the one’s who own the teacher and the teacher owns the day. We can't stop the train and we can't start it either. Choosing to doubt that we were ever really meant to be free. So turn and face the day cuz they who own the teachers are the teachers of today
MORE (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Mar 2015)
Don't wanna get old. Don't wanna die young. I’m buyin’ their cold void satisfaction. Our poison each day, my reason to stay. New feelings in store. Alright gimme more. Alright gimme more. We could have been the ones who cut the screen at once. We should have seen the ones who turned machines at once. We could have been the ones who left the scene at once. We could have been the ones who took the streets at once. We could have been the ones who left the scene at once.
Never gets old, my sad addiction. Letters now bold the saddest fiction. Don’t wanna buy gold, don’t wanna buy love. ‘Cuz now it is all sold. There’s never enough. It’s never enough. We could have been the ones who cut the screen at once. We should have seen the ones who turned machines at once. We could have been the ones who left the scene at once. We could have been the ones who took the streets at once.
MORE (EXTENDEND ENDPART) (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Mar 2015) In a white dress it’s the last test, the forms of time they repeat again. Like a black dress in the darkness, the truth between the lines again. Always broken, never open hearts are beating inside a can. Nothing spoken never woken put to sleep by invisible hands.
EMPTY FLOORS (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Nov 2014) Emma wants the secret to be told, that the fucking rainbow has no gold. And she knows exactly what to say, confusing it completely the next day. And we just wanna feel something we're not forget about the limits that we got. Like you’re losing your senses, abusing them too much. Your never-ending dance is
endlessly untouched. The illusion of chances confusing you too much. Another try at breaking fences seem to fall with just a touch. Emma lays beside you on the floor but you can't even reach her anymore. The unsaid always talks to you at night and you don't even know you get it right. The days are passing by as they do, so Emma wants to stop the time with you. Like you’re losing your senses abusing them too much. Your never-ending dance is endlessly untouched. And nothing has changed here but maybe something there got lost. Runnin' against the grain still so keep your fingers crossed. Emma knows exactly how you feel but you cant even ask if this is real. Recorded voice cracks in 'please hold the line’. Was the floor this empty all the time? All the time, all the time... HER GREAT ESCAPE (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Nov 2014) The great escape subscribe today. And tomorrow is yesterday like a movie on replay. ‘Tonight’, she said ‘Pack your bags instead. And we're getting out of here right now. White rabbits disappear, here’s how.’ She said: ‘All that we need, fucking refuse, stop to believe in what's in our news. Follow the shadow of the disguise withered and hollow like the new lies. We played the game, we couldn't breathe, we're all the same, we're not enemies. Lets get away if just in mind. Be my escape oh baby be my escape’ Tonight we make, we make our great escape. Let’s break the broken tape right now. Come on let’s blank the slate for now
and black the page tonight. Cuz we’re all in, cards falling. It’s our calling keep falling. She said, ‘All that we need, fucking refuse, stop to believe in what's in our news. Follow the shadow of the disguise withered and hollow like the new lies. We played the game, we couldn't breathe, we're all the same, we're not enemies. Let’s get away if just in mind. Be my escape, oh baby be my escape’. ‘Let’s get away, let’s get away’, she said’. DARK NOISE (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, May 2015) Look what we've done, we almost have made it. We’re jumping the gun and we celebrated. The damage is done, we haven't yet paid it. What have I become? What have we created? I'm the darkness in your mind again, just beneath the skin wearing you thin. I am the distortion your reflection. When you let me in I can be your friend. Can I escape it, the dark that we've done? Feels like a jaded old man on the run. Is it too late yet, the damage undone? Things are related where did we go wrong? Cuz I am the noise you heard, the bite in the bitter words. I’m painting the scene absurd. Remember the coldness hurts. Cuz I am the darkness in your mind again.
I’m knocking to come back in I’m your oldest friend. DRIFT (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Jun 2015) Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals. I need more chemicals, more chemicals. Graffiti wisdom written on the wall. Quote of the decade, on the bathroom stall, ‘Your gonna let me forget who we are your gonna get me back to the start’. Over the music, time talks fast, can't even count back to how long it lasts. Retina contracts, steps stop in their tracks. Wine white like water, our false relax. Moving like chemicals, on the floor, almost mechanical, we’re after more. Stay disconnected, the same as before feeling defected, revolving doors. So please gimme something to sleep at night and some for later, to kill the light. Then gimme something to feel the same and some more chemicals to not feel ashamed. Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals... Please gimme something to kill the pain then gimme chemicals to feel again. Every news story writing the same vague international cold bloody game. Prescribe me some glasses to block the sights of rapists and killers and religious fights. They’re throwing their chemicals into the fires, those fucking fanatical chronicled liars. And walk through sad forests, they're burning down, can't breathe anymore from our dusty ground, Cuz we're killing everything, to feed the towns. Word on the street, 'we lost what we found’. So what is an animal waiting in line? Filled up with chemicals, doing hard time. They see what they're in for, it’s crystalline. Habitual killers, so genuine. So who are the villains or who should be? Don't know anymore what I should believe. I'm losing a line through reality, they're changing the words just to match the scene. Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals... SAME MISTAKE (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Feb 2015)
The other room comatose by all the screens, blown away by another perfect scene... I don’t care. I’m so bored all the real things can’t compete. Hollywood, paint my day so incomplete. And every street I walk and every place I sit and every film I saw almost ruined it. And all the shiny things that the picture brings turn a normal day into a cheap cliché. You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what .. Whatever we wanna get, we never get. Keep on buying all the things that we don't need just to impress all the ones that we don’t meet... I don’t care I just regret that I acted so damn fake. You know what you have made the same mistake. And all the cigarettes And all the talking heads buying happiness it just never rests. And all the drugs we take so we can sleep awake and watch the colors fade, broken masquerade. you know what, you know what, you know what .. Whatever we wanna get, we never get. DANCING PEOPLE ARE NEVER WRONG (The bianca Story, 2010) Is this my curtain call? This town's a judgmental place, and I'm unsure in any case. It's not under my control, they're taking aim for heart and soul Not havin' an opinion at all is what is left from doing all that research. Is this the curtain call? They're taking aim for heart and soul.
soul soul soul soul soul soul soul soul Is this the curtain call? Curtain call, under my control. Is this the curtain call? Curtain call, under my control. This town's a judgmental place, and I'm unsure in any case. It's not under my control. they're taking aim for heart and soul. The boxing in this old town, gets me down, gets me down. How can I keep control? How can I keep control? BACK IN THE TAXI (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Mar 2015) Let’s take the backstreet though. View from the backseat, whoa. Mexico next week, go. Don’t call just text me, no. Please don't forget me, no. Please baby let me go. I don't regret it though. You never get me wrong Wasted but happy though. Train station trapped me, oh. Music kidnapped me, whoa. I'm back in the taxi, now. I tried to escape this maze. I tried to displace this haze. I tried to dissolve this taste. When will the tapes be erased? Let’s take the backstreet though. View from the backseat, whoa. I don't regret it, though. You never get me, wrong. GHOSTTRACK (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Oct 2010) Haunting the romantics and tainting our time. From where'd they come? Why do we have fixed ideas of love eh? On your eyes they whisper, telling what to see.
Telling you know me. But is it me you say you see now? Can you really live with none, and see without expectation? Would it be any fun, love without expectation? Can you really see me? Do you even want to? Illusions they are lovely, being in control, hearing what you want reading into people what you want to. Your mind speaks in whispers, always filtering. But where are you? You know? and are you sure you think you know? Can there be life with none, pervasive expectations? But if you’re happy it’s not always from satisfying expectations. And like ghosts they wait living in my shadows, they're definitely all me. No I can't see them, I can only meet them when I wake to the feel. Like killing your lover. and feeding all the illusions instead. And just ignoring the others because i don’t want that piece to be dead. But I know cold is the breathing of the ghost with the golden blood veins. A creeping numbness is killing like a frost on a December day. Cool my feet but I wont run, cause I can’t cheat expectation. Can there be life with none, pervasive expectations? Would it be any fun love without expectations? They scarred my thoughts to cover lies, grey as the color of my eyes. And like ghosts who haunt, come out of the shadows, they are definitely all me. I invite them in and prepare some coffee and I ask them from where they come.
Now here they appear and now here they are absent, my definite family. Spin around my head and abduct my mind, but they're definitely all me. JUST OK (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Aug 2015) Tear another emergency brake then you make up just a story about your escape. And you taste the bitterness of your own mono tone when you realize that you're all alone. And you answer, ‘Just ok’, and there’s nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane. What are we asking everyday when we’re never what we say? Are you ok? Are you really okay? Wear another blank look upon your face as you stare out to the wake of your only mistake. Before you tell all your secrets now its ok, would you just break up the routine of your everyday? And you answer, ‘Just ok’, and there’s nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane. What are we asking everyday when we’re never what we say? Are you ok? Are you really okay? THE END (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, May 2016) I met an old man who never loved. I met a young boy who hunted doves. A cat at the window, then on the floor. We are all widows locking the door.
Because in the end everyone’s wrong, love doesn’t stay put, never for long, here for one day, the next day it’s gone. And its painful making two lives one. Boats in the darkness painted white approach from a distance and pass in the night. Back into the dark waiting for the spark, we look for the light in the white noise of the night. We couldn't have known time is loving alone. All the stories were mine. The end is the try. So then the morning soon came along, a note on the pillow, a half finished song. But even before that something went wrong, I started to miss it before it was gone. Because in the end everyone’s wrong, love doesn’t stay put, never for long, here for one day, the next day it’s gone. And its painful making two lives one. Back into the dark waiting for the spark, we look for the light in the white noise of the night. We couldn't have known time is loving alone. All the stories were mine. The end is the try WOODPECKER’S LOVE AFFAIR (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Apr 2015) Never thought I could have trouble with addiction, but I do when information becomes fiction. Searching for stories but I never seem to find mine, lying to myself again that I'm not wasting my time. I’ve seen the whole world, from the confines of my home, writing letters, being social all alone. Great conversations aren't the things I should regret though, but what if it completely disconnects you. I don't remember our words spoken anymore, yet somehow it seems like I'm never bored. I miss the feel and touch of people that are real, yeah. Are we in control, are we controlled, or what's the deal here? I'm losing the sense, don't get the feeling anymore. Finer senses, we forgot just what they're here for. ‘Artificial flavor tastes better than nothing’, I thought.
Machines breathing is the only sound I caught. I’m losing my senses can't love anymore. These digital fences keep me from you. Letters are written, time is all gone, calling forbidden, I'm on the run. Our feelings are hidden, nothing gets done. I hear but can't listen, keep knocking along. SOMETHING SAYS (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Sept 2011) The beginning says: "Don't forget about me". The end only says: "We'll never meet, yeah". Happiness says: "Can you gimme a ride?" But anxiety knows, there's more room inside, yeah. The wind would love, to stay here with you. The Fog, he tries, to think it through, yeah. The disguise moans: "I feel so used". Promodel says: "I wanna be yours," yeah. I wanna be yours. Heart lets it slip: "I'm not a boss". The nowhere admits: "I wanna be loved". Truth whispering: "Don't conceal me". Love secretly writes: "Come and find me". Yeah Come and find me. "Where did we go wrong?" Said the memory. The flower appeals: "Please kidnap me," yeah. "Gimme your hand." Is what said the fear. Children they dine with wild tigers here. The TV, it hissed: "It's just us two." Its shadow repeats: "Can't follow you," yeah.
I Can't follow you. Temptation says: "I am the boss." The hiding place says: "I feel so lost," yeah. And so the cringe feels so afraid. Gravity warns: „There’s no need to hate," yeah. I DON’T THINK ABOUT YOU (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Dez 2011) No I don't think about you. The tape that I made you, don't ever remind me of you. I don't think about you. When I notice your toothbrush by the sink with a coat of dust... No, I don't think about you. Your smell on the pillow helps me to let go and not think about you. The words that we made new I remember I knew still I don't think about you When I find your hair, next to your jacket on my white desk chair... No, I don't think about you. TIME AGAIN (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Aug 2013) I came at ten, you left at eight. Time time again, I came too late Realize that things just weren't working, Pretending that we were both blind. A billboarded couple blank frozen. Lunch on the terrace, like the dead we dine. When I wanna sleep you’re just waking. I set a fire you complain 'bout the cold. Just like our sunny vacations, stunning pictures they'll stay on the roll Through love to hate, goes round again. Wake up too late, no sense or plan. Shiftless and weak,
comfortably numb. Words wouldn’t speak, not leave my tounge. Finger rests over the button, blank looks whiter than white. And you said it all, you said nothing. The end comes without a fight. We’re close at the start without thinking, caught up after one Berlin night. Then red flags and warning lights blinking. To cut the ties, time was just never right I came at ten, you left at eight. Time time again, I came too late. You left at eight and I came at ten, You didn’t wait, time and time again Obviously We weren't great but you are. You’re brilliant though. You thought you’re not but you are. We weren't enough, but you should know you are It wasn't right, It’s never but you are You are. Yes, you are. I came at ten, you left at eight. Time time again, I came too late. You left at eight and I came at ten, You didn’t wait, time and time again INK (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Dez 2011) Today you say softly, that you'd die for me. In your eyes I see, that you lie. Tonight, insight we both know, what it means to die alone. So I lay this down for you to hear, whenever you want me, and I can't be there. I can live on through this sound Find my ghost in the reverb and use it. Just to help you remember, to never forget,
the sweet and the bitter it's not over yet. You can always remember, you can always forget, the tough and the brittle, No it’s not over yet Remember the day you went to sleep you said to me, that life's a tease, then you die. Tonight insight we both know, what it means to be left alone. I'm not afraid of it anyway. I'm afraid of the riddle beyond the days. Angels don't wait after this. Other fears are nothing, when compared. You can always remember, you can always forget, the tough and the brittle, No it’s not over yet Just to help you remember, to never forget, the sweet and the bitter it's not over yet. Here I am, so please don't wait for me, 'cause I'm a little late, but I'm here. When the time fades away we'll have lived today the sweet and the bitter, like in the taste of your words today. Open the blinds, something is hidden in the memories and the ink so go write down the taste and specify the smell of the sound. You can always remember, you can always forget, the tough and the brittle, No it’s not over yet Just to help you remember, to never forget, the sweet and the bitter
it's not over yet. And you have it now. BLACK HOLE NIGHTS (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Jul 2012) Gimme my time back. Gimme time back. They lied to me with flashing lights skin and tights and black hole nights... That grown men cry, that angels die, that rivers run dry, that friends lie. Step outside back from wasted days and nights awake and years half-baked. From times I listen, unthinking... Not even waiting for something interesting. They lied to me with flashing lights skin and tights, black hole nights. Gimme my time back. Gimme my time back. Gimme time back. Gimme my time back. Nothing else there... Gimme my mind back. Now all I need is a line back. Gimme my time back. Gimme time back. Nothing else there... Gimme time back. Gimme my time back. Nothing else there... Gimme time back. THE DEVIL IN ME (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Sept 2011) I've met the devil, seen him around Because we share, this same town.
We both frequent this barber shop, But his cut is better than one I got. We drive the same automobile Even my bad ideas he tries to steal Fridays he plays at a local bar Stairway to heaven on guitar. I couldn't hide from the truth Of that insight I'd come to believe There lives a devil in me. I've met the devil in me I've met the devil in me That's all I see A devil in me. I've met the devil in me I've met the devil in me Always waiting for me A devil in me. I've met the devil, toe to toe He Waits for me deep inside my shadow. My great escape back to the mirror, but Who is the one that will appear? When I approach him, he turns away When I am talking he has always got Something got something so profound to say But I can't confront my enemy. I couldn't hide from the truth Of that insight I'd come to believe There lives a devil in me. I've met the devil in me I've met the devil in me That's all I see A devil in me. I've met the devil in me I've met the devil in me Always waiting for me A devil in me. He's cold like me Feels alone And he crawls like me I'm starting to see... He gets what he wants But not what he needs. He gets what he wants But not what he needs. He gets what he wants But not what he needs. He gets what he wants But not what he needs.
I shouldn't die Oh Lord, I shouldn't cry The devil has Somehow come to frame me... The devil is actually me. KEEP CONTROL (Jan Blomqvist & Ryan Mathiesen, Nov 2013) We all walk in lines Taking pills to feel fine We sit back and sip our wine philosophize about the time. We waist cash on pretty things. How long lives the king? So just fill the boat until it sinks and behold the captain will. Keep control We all are superstars Long commutes and fancy cars Our shallow words in hollow bars turn to making wars. For what purpose has the crown, The castles crumbled to the ground when your paper plane crashes down and behold the captain will. Keep control We can't take control All we have is fake control Basically no contol So fuck control. Fuck control. DESERT DAYS (Ryan Mathiesen and Jan Blomqvist, JAN 2011) Was the time wasted heated and cold, cutting with tongues and, tasting the blood? With your need to be right and my need to fight, our Justice is armless and orphaned at night. A new symbol alright absence of right. A new symbol alright a new simple crime. Now we've faced it, the view from the floor.
Can we erase it? Can we let go? And climb out the basement once and for all, tear down this ancient emotional wall? Put the symbol away, sleep in the light. A new symbol, new day, blindfolded eyes. You're right but in the wrong place. I am wrong but at the right case. With your need to be right and my need to fight, how can we trust this desert inside? A new symbol alright, absence of right. A new symbol alright, a new simple crime. With your need to be right and my need to fight, how can we trust this desert inside? A new symbol alright, absence of right. A new symbol alright, a new simple crime. You’re right but in the wrong place. I am wrong but in the right case. We walk in separate ways, together in desert days. AWAKE (Ryan Mathiesen and Jan Blomqvist, Feb 2012) I'm awake when the metro stops. Awake through the baker shops. Then outside I met the fox, stumbling around the grey housing blocks. I asked him if he'd seen my love. He looked to the seagull above. No one around, there's just no one around to talk with. I'm awake, fight'n the early bird. He was laughing 'bout my sleeping shirt. Far off I hear policemen sing,
but I'm still waiting for my clock to ring. I can't see the romance no more, each night the same quiet floor. No one around, there's just no one around to talk with. I'm awake with visions in my ear. I don't know why they wont disappear. I pressed it up against my crumbling wall, but I can't find a sound in there at all. The question that wont let me sleep, not blatant nor overly deep. No one around, there's just no one around to talk with. I'm awake, and so is the street. So what's the question that wont let me sleep? Chaotic thoughts, maybe someone knocks. I'm paranoid that it could be the fox. Sun in the cold empty hall and the thump of the lonely clubs' call. No one around, there's just no one around to talk with. I'm awake, and read the news again to take my mind off the truth again. Well scientists found The Cure again, so I should take another listen then. The question that won't let me sleep, not blatant nor overly deep No one around, there's just no one around to talk with. SLEEPWALKER (Ryan Mathiesen and Jan Blomqvist, Dec 2013) if theres just one thing we are not seems like it's clear. if there’s just one thing we've lost it is meaning. if there’s just one thing we forgot it’s listening. there’s only one thing that we have got and it’s empty. there’s only one thing we forgot it is to stop. and there’s only one thing that we have lost it’s in control.
there’s only one thing we are not oh it’s easy. there’s only one thing that we got and it’s fragile. we're just sleepwalking more than we're not. we're just sleepwalking out for a walk. we're just sleepwalking more than we're not feels like sleepwalking out for a walk CLEOPATRA (Ryan Mathiesen, Nov 2011) Cleopatra cant get her eyes off She got her wisdom teeth strung around her neck. She knows how to breathe when behind the decks. She got snakes on her back, indifferent to facts. You gotta work a little harder to make her lips crack. Cleopatra cant get her eyes off Cleopatra cant get her eyes off Her attention is foreign, strolling about, or willfully aimed at the one with clout. Her attention is fleeting, take what you get. She's too smart for cheating and she never makes bets. Cleopatra cant get her eyes off Cleopatra cant get her eyes off She only waits on the first snow to fall. Only books she reads are written by Roald Dahl. Prefers cats to men, tarot to zen. She'll tell you again that she's not listenin'. Cleopatra cant get her eyes off Cleopatra cant get her eyes off (Extra Lines: Her eyes find keys to rooms with (full) service. She doesn’t tease, She loves to be nervous the throne the throne the throne the throne the throne the throne the throne
She's hungry for something, She's feeding a fire. happy with nothing, bottomless desire. Cleopatra cant get her eyes off the throne Cleopatra cant get her eyes off the throne Living her (own) myth the passion is such (that) she could loose the gift of magnetic touch. If you want it too bad you can scare it away. You don't want it enough, it wont come your way (it will never stay) Cleopatra cant get her eyes off the throne Cleopatra cant get her eyes off the throne) TOURIST (Ryan Mathiesen and Jan Blomqvist, Apr 2013) tbc... HUMMINGBIRD (Ryan Mathiesen and Jan Blomqvist, Feb 2013) tbc... Discography 2011 • „Ghosttrack“ (incl. Niconé Remix) / Jan Blomqvistson / Dantze Records • „Desert Days“ (incl. Niconé Remix, incl. Jan Blomqvistson Remix) / Philip Bader & Britta Arnold feat. Jan Blomqvistson / Dantze Records • „Felicitous“ / Sascha Braemer & Dan Caster (vocals: Jan Blomqvist) / Stil vor Talent Records • „Ultimate Fool“ / Highgrade Disharmonic Orchestra feat. Jan Blomqvist / Highgrade-Records • „Run Away“ (incl. Dan Caster Remix) / Niconé & Sascha Braemer feat. Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records • „Dreamer“ / Niconé & Sascha Braemer (vocals: Jan Blomqvist) / Stil vor Talent Records • „Big Jet Plane“ (incl. Niconé Remix, incl. Animal Trainer Remix) / Jan Blomqvist / Dantze Records Discography 2012
• „Devil In Me“ (incl. Niconé & Sascha Braemer remix, Format B remix) / Oliver Koletzki feat. Jan Blomqvist / Universal Music Records • „I don't think about you“ / Jan Blomqvist / Hive Audio Records • „Cleopatra“ / Niconé, Sascha Braemer, Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records • „Ink“ / Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records • „Awake“ / Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records • „Something Says“ / Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records • „Dancing People are never wrong“ (incl. Jan Blomqvist remix) / The Bianca Story / Motor Music Discography 2013 • „Hummingbird" / Pablo Einzig & Jan Blomqvist / Miteinandermusik • „Black Hole Nights" / Jan Blomqvist / Stil vor Talent Records Discography 2014 • „Sleepwalker“ / Joshua Jesse & Midas feat. Jan Blomqvist / Dantze Records • „Keep Control“ / Animal Trainer, Jan Blomqvist (incl. Niconé & Sascha Braemer Remix)/ Stil vor Talent Records • „Time Again“ / Jan Blomqvist (incl. Peer Kusiv Remix & Ryan Mathiesen Remix & Animal Trainer Remix)/ Motor Music Discography 2015 „Tourist" / Markus Kavka feat. Jan Blomqvist Discography 2016 • „Stories Over“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „More“ feat. Elena Pitoulis / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Empty Floor“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music
• „Her Great Escape“ / Jan Blomqvist /Remote Control / Armada Music • „Dark Noise“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Drift“ feat. Aparde / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Same Mistake“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Dancing People Are Never Wrong“ feat. The bianca Story / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Back In The Taxi“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Ghosttrack“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Just Ok“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „The End“ / Jan Blomqvist / Remote Control / Armada Music • „Woodpecker’s Love Affair / Miyagi Feat. Jan Blomqvist / Rennbahn Records
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