Thieves And Liars

by Peter Dolving

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about

Beginning in july 2011, I had come to a place in my life and art where for some reason I knew "This is it. No more adapting to groups, superficial ideas of genres, or styles. I started recording, with no censoring, complete flow of conciousness. Free creation. Finally. Without restraints. And I made a couple of songs every weeks, it just kept pouring out. I realized this was a truly inspired record falling into play. As the songs kept coming I asked Per Möller Jensen, who'd been playing with in The Haunted for 10 years if he would like to play on the record, and he was completely open for diving into it. He explained he wanted time to really put his heart into and certainly he did. Mixing an amazing classic rock feel and a energetic inspiring jazz influence his drums blew my mind as I heard what he had comeup with for the songs.

I spoke to Tue Madsen, who I had befriended during hours of work with The Haunted, we share a deep love of music and we decided that he would master. Fredrik Reinedahl who got involved with House Of Dolving back when we started recording <O> in 2011 has become a dear friend along the process. We met eachother for the first time back in summer of -95 and he kept playing stuff to me that I really love that he had or was mixing. Burst, Passengers, Abandon and later Solstafir. The man is a bona fide sound wizard and really one of the smartest loving people I know.

And a year after a couple of hundred alone long nights at end it's all in place. This is Thieves And Liars.

I really hope you will enjoy it as much we have making it.

credits

released 09 October 2012
Peter Dolving - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Per Möller Jensen - Drums

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tags: alternative peter gabriel radiohead the tea party ecclectic indie pop indie rock post-grunge progrssive rock rock stoner-rock Sweden

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House Of Dolving is the "roof" under which you will be able to find most of the Peter Dolving projects.

Working closely with soundwizards Tue Madsen, and Fredrik Reinedahl and a whole team of great musicians and songwriters.

Peter Dolving has been recording and touring all over the world since the mid 1990's with ie. The Haunted, MaryBeatsJane and BringTheWarHome. ... more

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Track Name: Meinhof
Meinhof

Come on baby let's go outside
Let's go outside where noone's watching
Let's go outside where noone knows

Lover lover lover we ain't goign back

Not going back there no more no no
Track Name: Song For You
Song for you

For the last six years I've been less than alright
It's like a click-track trickin away my life

Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I watch you cry for a pain that's mine?

We've been lost we've been found
We've been knocked to the ground
All aboard here's a song for you
who don't know what to do...
Track Name: Hands On
Hands On

What seems to be the problem man
I hope you don't mind me asking
If there's anything you need just let me know

We offer continual upgrades
We offer a sense of ease
For the right amount of life sacrificed you too can feel almost completely free.

Put your hands on the hood so I can see em
Put your hands on the hood so I can see em

In all its modesty, oppression's a charm
"Gleenback dalla me love you long time"
Devil comes in many shapes
Gimme a break gimme a break gimme a break

Detect the sickness
I got it bad
Always at the end of a rope wound tightly around my neck
I don't recall anyone asking, if I had got objections?
It's just a blur of unspoken terms

Put your hands on the hood so I can see em
Put your hands on the hood so I can see em

Satisfaction in surrender?
I guess we can agree we don't agree...

Put your hands on the hood so I can see em
Put your hands on the wall so I can see em
Put your hands on my face so I can feel em
Put your hands on my skin so I can feel it
Put your lips on my lips so I can feel it
Put your skin on my skin so I can feel it
Put your tounge in my mouth so I can feel it
Put your tounge in my mouth so I can feel it
Put your skin on my skin so I can feel it
Put your hands in my hands so I can feel it
Put your hands in my hands so I can feel it
Put your hands on my hands so I can feel it
Put your hands in my hands so I can see em
Track Name: One Sweet Moment
One sweet moment

We dance like spiders, jangly entangled
We move in circles and figures of eight
We have no worries, but just you wait.
It always comes back...

There's never more than one sweet moment

It's all going to fall down
It's all going to fail


If I was president, you would not have to agree
I'd paint the White House indigo
I'd make a terrible leader, just because I could
but we'd have a good time
I'd have them soldier boys building schools

There's never more than one sweet moment

Take it or leave it, there will be no more adapting truth

We were lovers
So briefly
I've missed you, for too long

Where it leads us
Where to go now
Only time can tell for sure

And we are who we are
Track Name: Ordinary Folk
Ordinary Folk

Hocus pokus
Me me me
Compulsive obsessive
Control

Defense
Denial
Deliberate inconsequence
Irrational and self-fulfilling

This is a circle
This is a square
An egg is not an apple

So if the king is naked...

The past is NOT the present
The sun is not the moon
A knife will likely cut
Whereas a spoon is still a spoon
A cardboard box filled with raisins
is still a cardboard box
with raisins

This is a circle
This is a square

Ain't nothing that I say that makes sense to you
but at least I try,
and that's all a man can do.
Strange as it may seem I tried to see the world
through your eyes
but my suspension of disbelief
only lasts for so long...

Stop all this correcting for heaven's sake
the world don't revolve around you and me

This is a circle
This is a square

Commanding
Demanding
Compliance instead of respect

Yeah I wish you good luck with all that,
and have a nice day
you too

Here come the cavalry
Here come the clowns
That doggawn scumbag's got to pay for his insolence
and how...

You won't find me among ordinary folks no more
You won't find me among ordinary folks no more
I won't go anywhere close to ordinary folk no more
No ordinary folk
no more
Track Name: Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings

Grateful I bow my head for the grace you give
Teach me I'm willing to unlearn
Your smile and sparklin eyes they hold a kindness and a curse
Brothers and sisters,
we were not born to die this way,
we were not meant to waste away.

Carry on until it's gone
Call me up, if you come back round

I know it's a miracle I'm alive
It's beautiful like that somehow,
but now I got somethin to tell the kids about
See; It's alright to change your mind midstride.

All these streets I only knew from songs
All these words somehow belonged
Kate you're out in Hartford,
and I can't even reach myself most of the time.

Here's my 105th blown love-song
I hope you don't mind
If I borrow your name for a while
Is that alright?
Feels like I'm never gonna see you again
So far away, so far apart it's become a game
Can't hold the world in my hand alone
Let's build a place to call our home.

Strip away the romance to see what is real
I'm all for sunday mornings, endless possiblities.
Would you consider;
Unconditional and truthful?

All this distracttion leads us off
How far do you think we'll go before we accept it?

Opposites attract.

Here's my 105th blown love-song
I hope you don't mind
if I borrow your name for a while
Is that alright?
Seems like life won't me make up my mind
what's wrong or right
When you're caught inbetween what really matters,
what really matters, anymore?
Track Name: Cocksucker Blues
I'm only truly happy when I'm alone
When the music finally calls me home
She don't ask for much
She gives me love
And I can't understand why you treat her so bad.

She's my sister
She's mother
She's my friend
and she's my lover

If I'm too jaded, I apoligize.
I always apoligize.
Seems I'm making excuses
Protecting the innocent from a truth you can't bear
Suicide would be such a sweet relief
but I promised you not to go...

So when that moment comes
we're the one and same
No more separating trade outposts of shame.
No more deception
No more of this vanity
No more regression bullshit parody.
Fuck your fear
Fuck your attitude
Fuck your cornered stone age platitudes.
Cause you're only a shadow, of a dying past.


If I'm too jaded, I apoligize.
I always apoligize.
Seems I'm making excuses
Protecting the innocent from a truth you can't handle
Suicide would be such a sweet relief
but I promised you not to go...

Let him without fault come and cast the first stone
Lest you be judged, judge not.
Tell me to what God would you ascribe the hatred you feel?
Did Jesus tell you to lie, steal, cheat and kill?

Is there anything holy?
Is there anything sacred?

Who will forgive us?

Vajra Guru Pemme Siddi Hung.
Track Name: My Will To Die
Whole generations of junkies
will do anything to get away.

Well television lost,
but tell me at what cost?

We're not even sentimental,
we're just young and bitter.

Should you invest your sphere of interest
in utter corrupition?

"Let's just pretend that it's not really there!"
"It's just a grand amazing costume party!"

You're all invited.
We could die young and beautiful.
We won't feel a thing.

"You can't hold this against me!"
You can't pretend we're not real.
The cost of living is too clear.

But somebody will bail you out I'm sure,
so fuck these tweekin sons o bitches...
There's always someone further down the ladder
Your perfect moral aptitude will serve to prove
you're not like them...

Spare me your sympathies
your perfect kids will fuck you up one day.
Your world is sickening
My will to die is mine alone and you can't take it from me if you try.


Got nothing much to live for
Can't see the point in dying.

They say "Hang in there man, it gets better"

That just a god damned lie. It doesn't.

It's just the impulse to rebel that fades with age.
You grow complacent and understanding.
What a fucking waste

But somebody will bail you out I'm sure,
so fuck these tweekin sons o bitches...
There's always someone further down the ladder
Your perfect moral aptitude will serve to prove
You're not like them...

Spare me your sympathies
Your perfect kids will fuck you up one day.
Your world is sickening
My will to die is mine alone and you can't take it from me if you try.
Track Name: No Solicitors
No Solicitors

20 years straight,
living under the loupe
will make a man more than aware
of where he is,
who he was,
and what he's become,
and then some.

I think we're done here.
I think this is it.
I think that perhaps the line that should not be crossed has finally collapsed.

If there's anything you think you know about me
that I haven't had shoved down my throat
pulled out of my gut
cut from my heart
shat out and spat out
please
do enlighten me...

you seem to know a lot.

Read the sign.
Dead end up ahead.
No solicitors allowed.

I've been poked
pried open
cursed and accused
I've been assigned
fingered and folded
Dissected and dealt
I've been questioned and queried
rejected and claimed all the same
I was hoisted up onto a pedistal,
and pushed back down when they saw fit.
I've been dragged through shame and infamy
the laughing stock, the village fool
through love and loathing, fear and hate.

But I always got back up again.

It's what I do.

And it was not because of you.
Track Name: So Sick
So Sick

It doesn't open up until it's really over.
Experience is a beautiful thing
But hurts just to think about

I'm sick sick sick
of lipservice and networking
I'm sick sick sick
of imbecills in positions
I'm sick sick sick
of selfservice commitment
I'm sick sick sick
of all your indifference

It's all business, business-decisions
And everyone's runnin away from home
Got great big dreams, got great machines
Got everything but devotion

It doesn't open up until it's really over.
You're so very heavy metal, you just can't help it
But the kids all love the noise.

I'm sick sick sick
Of convenient and userfriendly
I'm sick sick sick
Of 1984
I'm sick sick sick
Of formatted cloned entertainment
I'm sick sick sick
Of what it's really for
I'm sick sick sick
Of gatekeepers and opinions
I'm sick sick sick
Of how it used to be
I'm sick sick sick
of why we choose to be
sick sick sick
Track Name: All This Beauty
All this beauty

Doesn't matter what you did
Doesn't matter what you would
Doesn't matter if you could
Doesn't matter if you say so,
oh never mind.

If we draw magic circles it'll all start tonight
but words are not enough.

All this beauty gone to waste
You're blind

Fair enough
Let's destroy our past
together