I'm 38 and listening to music since I was 10 .. all genres, without any kind of barriers. But is so rare to find someone with your talent, both musically and lyrically. The sensibility of the previous comment explains also a lot about you (I lost my mother a few years ago, I know what it means) : a great person as well as a great musician. I wish you all the success you deserve.
Friends, thank you so much for all the love and appreciation. I've read each of your comments, and feel blessed beyond words by your generous support. You've made me feel heard, and I want you to know that each of your gifts have been received and greatly appreciated. Thank You's
I'm sorry to hear about your father. Mine passed seven years ago. For years I avoided feeling anything at all, and went about business as usual. Until a medium contacted me and said my dad was super frustrated that I didn't let him into my life anymore, although I'm supposed to be the "spiritual" one in the family. So now I got a nice, framed photo on my wall. I see it daily and talk to it now and then. And I hear in my mind what he would answer. Don't break the relationship. Be his light. Peace
lushly beautiful Krister...found your music about 8 years ago on Myspace oddly enough..I remember you were so kind and wrote to me when I commented on your videos then. You are an amazing artist.
Some time ago, my belief in "new" music blessed with a good amount of emotion and profoundness seemed to be lost. Then i stumbled upon Krister Linder, and now all i can do is to ask for forgiveness for being a disbeliever....
Much love from Macedonia brother!!!!I listin your music every day like 9 years ,my mind is still f up from my father death but with your music im trying to keep goin forward ...Much love again bro;)!!
I almost cried at "dreams come undone like paper / under city lights / we flock to play broken horses / let's play like broken horses / " - I just love that part. You really have no idea how much I thank you for your inspirating lyrics and sounds.
This song is amazing. The melodies and the lyrics are so deep, they touch our hearts in a way I can't explain. Music like this inspires me to compose my own songs. Greetings from Brazil
I have not words to explain my emmotions and feelings watching this video. What a great job. Kristen's voice is deep and intense.. The lyrics are from another world. WOW !!! LOVE IT !!!
Just.....wow. My father died two days ago and Christian Alvestam had this on his FB page and it just hit me. Music at it's purist emotional form. Thank you Krister :-)
the great passion and effort are very noticeable. patience is the key to success, especially when light years in front of your time. thank you. matt. belgrade, serbia.
Our story is unique my old soul friend. I can see your timeless roots deep with in your divinity. You are able to access your divinity by surrendering to source. Today I want to let you know that you are not only unique, but a clean mirror to look upon. I love you Krister. MayI have your presence in my life for many years. XOX
I wrote the song in my first year of moving from Stockholm to Manhattan, New York. I had left the merits of my career back home and started anew as a foreigner in a distant country across the Atlantic where nobody knew me, starting from zero, equipped with nothing but faith and hope. In short, one could say the song is about starting out with grand ideas, big visions and high ambitions, and then having to embrace the harsh, circumstantial truth that we are not as free as we thought, and most of our big ideas won't likely come to pass. To me the song is about bringing one's dreams and ambitions to the big city, hoping to take a chance at fate, while at the same time carrying the weight of expectations from family and friends back home on one's shoulders. It's about having to scale down one's high flying visions in order to make a living in an expensive, bustling, sleepless and unforgiving city. It's about being wild and free at heart, aware of tremendous potential, and yet having to fall into line and face the melancholy anticlimax of abandoning friends, family, love and grand ambitions in order to merely survive far away from home. The lyrics are as follows: Roll the dice I'm going in to claim my name The race is on Fire away Labyrinth of sliding doors The choice is mine Where I go becomes who I am I am my father's eyes I am my mother's heart I am my brother's hands And the chance of soft, safe ground Anything I become will affect everyone Everything I have done will remain under the sun Dreams come undone like paper under city lights we flock to play Broken horses Let's play like broken horses Here's my shot Fail me not I place my bets Don't hesitate No time to waste Cover me My hands are stiff and trembling cold Cover me this once for I have lost control Cover me For I'm about to stake my soul It's in the woods It's in the breeze It's heading fast over hills and seas It's in the branches and all the leaves It's under ground and above the trees It's in the air Upon my skin Beneath the crust and the cage I'm in It's in the streets It's all there is And all around, around, around... And from afar I see the lights of shooting stars Oh if you were only among them I would let you go see our lives from up above And way down I'd still be here playing Broken horses I'd be playing broken horses
