Nana Schwartzlose. Book of life. ”Book of life” is the follow-up album from Danish singer Nana Schwartzlose after her acclaimed debut ”Notes to Remember”. ”Book of life” is recorded in Denmark with a selected group of local musicians but the sound and feel of the album is vibrantly universal. The album features a handful of songs that centers round the personal and irresistible voice of Nana Schwartzlose – and ranges from passionate introvert tales of lost love to songs of hope and happiness. Nana Schwartzlose delivers each word with the personal, relevant, and beautiful sincerity that has become her musical trademark. Pain and joy are mercifully balanced and every emotion of every song stands out crystal clear. All songs are accompanied by the extremely skilled and dedicated rhythm group – creating the perfect background setting for Nana’s voice. On the song “You and I”, Nana joins forces with Texan singer Eric Beverly, who has co-written and sings on the track. This is by no means the only American influence on “Book of Life”. New York is Nana’s second home and serves as a natural subject in both her music and in her lyrics. And her intimate interpretation of the big city is equally revealing and refreshing. Nana Schwartzlose / Book of Life Musicians and Personnel Henrik Raabo: Bass Peter Skjerning: Guitars/dobro/lapsteel Rasmus Grosell: Percussion Jacob Dedenroth Broholm: Piano/organ/würlitzer/ accordion Anders Larson: Trombone on Snoop Dog Eric Beverly: Vocal on You and I Nana W. Schwartzlose: Vocal, guitar, accordion Songs written by Nana W. Schwartzlose You and I co-written with Eric Beverly Produced, mixed and mastered by Søren Siig Thanks to: Peter Skjerning, Henrik Raabo, Jacob Dedenroth Broholm, Rasmus Grosell, Eric Beverly, Anders Larson, Kim Wendt, Patti DeRosa, Rick Snyder, Sabrine Husen, Lone Lindstrøm Stephansen, Morten Langkilde,Tim Harris, Sune Busk, The Siig Family, DJBFA, friends and family. Special thanks to Shohei Narabe A very special thanks to Søren Siig Recorded by Søren Siig at Studio R, Valby, Denmark Cover-photo by Kim Wendt Other photos from private collection Graphic design by Anne-Lise Jacobsen USA distribution by L’atelier Clair inc. : http://www.latelierclair.com/ Nana Schwartzlose HP: http://nanaschwartzlose.wordpress.com/ Nana Schwartzlose / Book of Life Lyrics: Summertime Today I´ll sing you a song. It´s ”Summertime”, just like the one you know. Slept on the roof to be as close to you as I can, on this day when you spread your wings and take to the sky. We walked many miles. You and I. We talked about life and this day, that now has come. I wish you could be next to me tonight and sing ”hush little baby. Don´t you cry..” Wish I could fly home to you. Walk next to you. I´ll sing you a lullaby under the red morning sky. Hope you hear me now, when I sing to you. It´s 5 am and the church bell rings. A new day is about to begin here in New York. From this moment nothing can harm you. I bet the fish are jumping and so are you now. It’s Okay Thursday morning, it´s time to go. We´ll walk through town. Going slow. Its impossible to rush. Take your time, I won´t push you We´ll walk together. We find a couch and have some breakfast at the cafe by the lake. You´re feeling weak and fall asleep I´m used to it, so I sit and read. You´re safe. I´m here beside you Now and then you make sounds. Where are you now? Something´s wrong I try to wake you. But it doesn´t work right now Something isn´t okay, right now. No it isnt´t okay right now. We leave the cafe in a car, you´re lying in my arms We are driving fast through crowded streets, i listen to you breathe Hey where are you now The doctors take over now. They ask me 1000 things As they bring you back to me You are back where you should be, every day I guess that it is okay now. It´s okay, now.. Boo k of Life I walk through Central Park. See this lady she´s at least 100 years old. She´s dressed in a long warm coat and umbrella that protects her from the leaves that´s falling down on this sunny afternoon. Shes the book of life that took a 100 years to write, a book with an unknown end. She brings out a bag of bread and the pigeons come to her. She´s quiet sweet and calm and the look of her makes this sunny autumn day so warm I wanna stay. She turns around and then she´s gone. Shadows gets long and soon she´s gone for the day. New stories come my way. Every day. You and I Smoke in your eyes. Is that why you cry? Would you let me know. if it wasn’t so. So long ago. Cant get back now to the days before truth washed up on the shore. I´m wanting you now. It´s different somehow. Yet I don´t know where we would go. You and I. I would ask for you hand. But I see you´re fine where you stand. I just came to say. I´m going away. The things that you want you know I can´t give I´ve already tried. Is this a final goodbye? Lets Take a Minute Woke up in a quiet house. Had dreamt I was forgotten. That nobody recognized me on the street. Not even people I have known for a long time. Looked for a letter on the floor, but the mailman didnt reach my door. Maybe he lost his job today. Who writes on paper anymore anyway. So I turned to cyberspace, ´cause that´s where everybody meets now-a-days. The place you cannot hide, because there´ll be updates from everybody´s life. If we could all just take a minute and remember who we were. Hey, lets take a minute and remember how fragile we can be I went out to the backyard with a cup of coffee in my hand. Sat there for a second or maybe 2 hours. Listening to the falling leaves. Listening to me. I turn off my phone. This moment is mine alone. Maybe I get bored as a kid who lost his toy. Walk Alone I´m Walking. Its late at night The city that never sleeps, sleeps tonight Caught in soft white sheets Sound and light turned down low I see my footprints behind me in the snow, soon they´re covered and gone. Is this how it goes when you walk home alone. No one will track me down No one sees me now No one sees me now. When I walk home alone Underneath the snow lie the seeds, waiting to grow Then I´ll be by the shore And wander with you We´ll leave our footprints behind us in the sand, soon they´ll be covered and gone Is this how it goes if you walk hand in hand with someone No one will track us down. Snoo p Dog I walk where I want. I make decisions on my own. I ain´t got a house that I call, home I´m a dog. I´m on the run. The world is my own. A new adventure every day Depends on where I go, and stay I don´t know the words, ”wrong way”. I ain´t got a map. I just follow my nose. ´Cause. I´m a Snoop Doggy dog and I walk on my own. I got my four brown shoes and I ain´t got a phone. ´cause I am a street dog. I´m a street dog baby. The world is my home. If you´re lost and need a sign just ask me very nice. I know the streets like ”the back of my hand.” Cause I´m a dog on the run. The world is my home If you ask me where I go. You get the answer «I don´t know.» If I meet a friend, I´ll stop and say hello. ´Cause I walk on my own. No train to catch. Washington Heights Take the A or C train Uptown. Get of fat 168th street. Where the houses are only 8 floors high and a big old bridge is in your sight. You´re in Washington Heights. In Washington Heights.. My favorite spot is right on Broadway. An old man dances in my greengrocer store. The owner had a life in Spain before he took the uptown train. To Washington Heights. Washington Heights. The Chinese chef on the corner isn´t shy. He always jumps out the door and asks me kindly. Where did you go? Where have you been? Will you be back and buy my rice? Here in Washington Heights. Washington Heights. 3000 Meters Abo ve City Level With my backpack I hike through the Alps. It´s summer but where I walk there is snow For 10 days my only mission is to walk and let the thoughts go wherever they will In the afternoon I put up my tent Cook my freezedried brilliant meal I´ll drink my tea and enjoy the beautiful view The only sound is when the glacier looses a piece. Feels like a needle in a haystack 3000 meters above city level I take a break from the weekday I leave my phone at home. I´m out of reach away from questions Reload my bateries. I´ve got no watch only the sun. No stress no noise. Wish to come home and make my day a vacation everyday. As i walk back to the city my thoughts return to the ordinary day Who wrote? Who called? Who is pissed because he only got my answering machine. When I get stressed I´ll think of the days. 3000 meters above citylevel. Nana Schwartzlose / Book of Life Summertime It’s Okay You and I Book of Life Walk Alone Let’s Take a Minute Washington Heights Snoop Dog 3000 Meters Above City Level www.nanas.dk | www.latelierclair.com NANA SCHWARTZLOSE / Book of Life © Nana Schwartzlose / L’atelier Clair inc.