I recorded this song in our rented room in Kathmandu, on a multi track machine, so I could put layers on top off each other. Great fun.

I only travel with a guitar, so I got myself a Nepalese flute and some bells. But with all the sounds inside my head I needed more toys. So I had to get creative, and started experimenting.

So I drummed on my guitar and my tummy. I blew in bottles with water and hitt them with many things. I whistled, clapped, hit books, good cops and bad cops. I made shakers out of lentels, sugar and spices. On the floor a pearl necklace and a straw broom was swinged. A bucket and a 20 liter water bottle was good kick drums. I ripped paper apart, knocked coconut shells together and brushed my teeth to the beat.

Hearing is like tasting and the world is your kitchen. Instruments are toys, and you can't do it wrong. Sounds are fun, and they are not hurting anyone.

Nowadays it is normal to sample and loop, and I was also used to do one tight chorus and then copy that. Recording this album on a simple little machine, I had to record every instrument the whole song through, and bang those coconuts together tight on 2 and 4 for five minutes.

The three months in Kathmandu have been like surfing a wave of creation. Time goes by, by itself, but if I use it to create something, then it have served me very good. It have been a gift not wasted, and I am a happy man. Making something that I am proud of makes me so high.

For you it might be flower decoration or chicken house building, for me it is making songs. And here in Nepal I haven't done anything else. It have become a whole album, my first, and it will be called "We All Hope For The Same" - and I can't wait to hear what people think.

Lyrics

I wish, I wish, I wish
That I could impress myself
But it's easier
To call my home town hell
All around me I see laziness
'Cause I feel it in my morning breath
My neighbor and his jealousy

They are good, they are good, they are good
My intentions they are good
Or at least I hope so
I haven't really understood
Spent another day digesting bread
My mouth is faster then my head
I blame it on my memory

I am the worst, I'm the worst of all
I steel and I lie because I'm feeling small
I need to make myself feel proud
Stop wasting time just starring at my crown
Look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me
I know what I'm doing wrong
I even wrote a song

I'm fucking up
Every day
'Cause I'm holding on
To my way

You look in, you look in, you look into my room
I pretend that I'm awake
My bedtime story
Must turn to another page
Try to listen
Try to concentrate
Willy focus how long can it take
I blame it on my memory

I am the worst, I'm the worst of all
I steel and I lie because I'm feeling small
I need to make myself feel proud
Stop wasting time just starring at my crown
Look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me
I know what I'm doing wrong
I even wrote a song

I'm fucking up
Every day
'Cause I'm holding on
To my way

Published by Lena and William Sikker