Released in October 2011
Lable: Ingrid Sounds
Distribution: Union

Karin Inde - vocals, Martin Hederos - keyboards, violin, Thomas Gunillasson - guitars, Konie - bass, Simon Ryman - drums, Gertrud Inde Theander & Eva Inde - backing vocals.

Beloved guests: Midaircondo (11.12.), Nils Berg (, Magnus Stinnerbom (4.), Dan Berglund (1.5.7.) & Nino Keller (4.)

Music & words by Karin Inde except for 3, 4, 5, 12. Music by Martin Hederos & Karin Inde and 7. Words by Wislawa Szymborska, the poem 'Nothing Twice' from VIEW WITH A GRAIN SAND, copyright © 1993 by Wislawa Szymborska, English translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Canavagh copyright © 1995 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, reproduced by permission of the publisher. And 8. Words by Florence Nightingale.

Produced by Martin Hederos, Konie & Karin Inde.

Recorded & mixed at Studio Cobra by Konie.

Mastered by Hoffe Stannow at Cosmos Mastering.

Photos by Ludvig Hansson.

Graphic design by

Special thanks to Gertrud & Eva, Jeanette, Magnus, Annica, Lisen & Lisa in Midaircondo, Ludde, Lina, mamma & pappa and Mathias, Selma & Molly for all your support and inspiration!

Catalogue No: ISCD03

EAN-code: 0885767726307

© Ingrid Sounds 2011



Larry's real name is something else. Or maybe we all have some Larry in us. I have at least. But when you're Larry: Remember - it can only get better! My sisters are the anchient choir pushing the story further.

Politician Larry has a problem with his hair
Never obeys him
Trying keeping it calm

Rehearsing to the mirror
With his sxophone smile
Hearing the annoying girls
And their football outside

Had a big plan to the whole country

Things should be saved and collected

Now he’s empty

Everything is on TV

Living a lie or lie for a living

Politician Larry has forgotten all the words

What on earth was his message

And feels a bit lonely

Politician Larry has a problem with his hair

Please obey

Trying keeping is calm

You Love (And I Love It)

Nils Berg Quartet, meaning four times of brilliant clarinet and saxophone player Nils Berg. I love Konie’s way of lifting up the preparing sounds of guitarist Thomas. The song is to Mathias.

You love the way I’m not giving up while opening a can (And I love it)

You love my unawared, unnatural primadonna handpose while eating breakfeast (And I love it)

You love putting strange things under my pillow like sandwich plates and stuff (And I love it)

You love pushing up my glasses not seldom hanging to low in my face

You have given me roses once

Some days before I was to work out of town for several days

I will never forget how light that made me

You love the fact that I take care of every single bank concact and transactions (And I love it)

You love singing my way the whole song, full voiced all verses on my answering machine (And I love it)

You don’t love and always seems so surprised when I once again forget my keys in another town

You have given me roses once

Some days before leaving you and the girls for several days

I will never forget how light that made me

Then that January morning came

When we married for the second time around

I will never forget how light that made me

Way You Dance

How do you dance, Mum? Molly, 5, asked me. Show me! What can you do but dance in that situation? You don’t want to give forward your own bad confidence in dancing... After a minute of anxious solo dance without music she said OK and I was trembling for at least an hour. This song is a post-traumatic work. And off course fully dedicated to
my brave, dancing sister Eva.

Let me see the way you dance
And I will show you mind
Let me feel the way you dance


Off course we need a golden rule

To both rely on from the start

I heard it from a lady
Working for a bad politic party

The golden rule will keep us warm

And you’ll dare look into my eyes

And ev’rything will flutter

Souls and bones and hearts and flesh will flutter


Magnus Stinnerbom has made the beautiful string arrangement in his home in the woods of Värmland.
We got them on e-mail.

Is there anything to do about these mornings

The wind take your body like a leaf

Noone else feels the storm
In their beds and it’s dark

Just hope for time to pass

Trying to think about the small birds

Flying next to the bus today

Like dolphines near a boat

Trying to be a tree

Is there anything to do about these hours

Hold on tight to your sheets or fly away

To the promises you made
To the things you forgot

Just hope for time to last


The art of not deselect any sound you like.
The song was made on a train to Uppsala after finding out something important.

I couple of days ago when the blue lit through

When the clouds were thin and the blue lit through

I couple of days ago and a shiny sun

Behind all the houses, still a shiny sun

Round two o’clock a glimpse of her

Very bright, very clear

Ten months since it all burst out

There she is

It sure was her
She, gee maybe me

I couple of walks ago when the blue lit through

When our clouds were thin and love lit through

I couple of talks ago in a shiny sun

Behind all our faces, still a shiny sun

Start a Band

This song is a dream coming true in the same time it was recorded. Twice! Both of my sisters (a nurse and an advertising project manager) joined for a giggly afternoon in lovely Studio Cobra. Martin Hederos, Thomas Gunillasson, Simon Ryman and Konie make my crazy boogie woogie idea totally sane and glittering. The juice box words are no exaggeration.

I want to start a band with my sister

She’s the magic one
That is when she’s with me

I must go very slow with this idea

Remember mum prying your fingers off the radiator

Before the choir rehersal

And you can get quite crabbed

Sometimes it’s easy to say the wrong thing

But noone else could play that well

With whatever’s in your way

When you and I played

We flew away

Somehow, let’s do it again

And what will we sing?

Love stories of home town?

Quirky covers of local heroes’ music?

Unpack the horn and dust it off!

We forget I weekday worries!

And if real success is getting through fear of faliure

As I read on a juice box

I have to start a band with my sister

Nothing Twice

(Poem by Wislawa Szymborska, used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing)
I got a book with the greatest hits of the Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska after giving a lecture at the Music Conservatorium in Krakow. Since then she has been my heroe. Thank you, Ms. Szymborska and the translaters Clare Canavagh and Stanislaw Baranczak for letting me sing Nothing Twice!

Nothing can ever happen twice.

In consequence, the sorry fact is

that we arrive here improvised

and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,

if you're the planet's biggest dunce,

you can't repeat the class in summer:

this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,

no two nights will teach what bliss is

in precisely the same way,

with exactly the same kisses.

One day, perhaps, some idle tongue

mentions your name by accident:

I feel as if a rose were flung

into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,

I can't help looking at the clock:

A rose? A rose? What could that be?

Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day

with so much needless fear and sorrow?

It's in its nature not to stay:

Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer

to seek accord beneath our star,

although we're different (we concur)

just as two drops of water are.

Praise & Blame

(Words by Florence Nightingale)

The opinion of others concerning you depends not at all (or very little) upon what you are, but uopn what they are

Praise & Blame are alike indifferent to me, as constituting an indication of what myself is.


Imagine shaping the perfect patio
Where the last sun beam reaches

Where you can read or do nothing

And the right fragrance is important

And snacks in a bowl matching in color

Don’t look at the news

Imagine reaching the much, much needed day

No meetings and kids at school

Watching garden programs all day


Nice ‘till I’m mean, good ‘till I’m evil
With a patience that creates monsters out of you
Monsters out of me

Please, have the opposite opinion
And I’ll promise to tease you
And stand up for my point

Please, let me provoke you
I’ll do my best, it’s my tiger, you see

Please, call me a fool
I’ll promise to challenge you
Laugh and fight to survive

Please, be angry with me
And I’ll throw it off like water

Smile hurts and hard words are like balm

When is give to take to take from oneself?


Burn is sort of a suite in three parts. I wrote the story, Martin Hederos wrote the conclusion and then Midaircondo brought a demo of Burn to Rio de Janeiro, where they created a framing, glowing intro and outro! The story of the lovely maiden is inspired by a friend of mine but - as Florence puts it in Praise & Blame - surely it rather describes me.
Alltså: ”Den som sa’t kan va’t”

Burn, please lovely maiden, forever, calls your neighbourhood

Burn, please lovely maiden, where you walk color glows

We suck it out from your cheeks

You really made me fit in here, you know

It sad that you where the one who had enough

Got a coffee in your little store

Really feeling special

That day when I was to week to go home

You sold my records over the counter

And cheered for ev’ry gig I gained

Your smiles and too big plans turned our houses in color

One must feel and tell what one wants

So difficult, living on your dreams