Oh, the joy of sharing newly written songs with the rest of the world. The lyrics are very important to me, so I always include them in sound and video posts. Visit my SoundCloud profile to find my latest writings and early versions of older songs. Here are a few samples:

A Good Day?

Demo recorded in my high ceilinged tiny living room February 27th 2020. The first song I wrote this year. Dedicated to my special karmic friend. Lyrics and music Mille Holmboe ©2020

A Good Day ? (lyrics)
When I woke up in the morning, my first thought was of you.
While stretching and yawning I was wondering how you might do.
Is it a good day or bad? Are you happy or sad?
Is there something I can do to fix you?

Hours of anxious waiting – for a life sign from you.
Almost anticipating a break up more than a break through.
Is it a good day or bad? Are you happy or sad?
Will you let me into your life, trust my intentions are true?

It’s so hard to leave you behind, yet I know I must find my own way forward.
Addiction has no charm. We just do each other harm.

When I wake up in the morning, no longer thinking of you,
while stretching and yawning I am wondering, how do I do?
Is it a good day or bad? Am I happy or sad?
Is there something I can do to make this a good day ?

Red love

Murder Ballad about a loving intention going utterly wrong. I wrote this last weekend in the midst of a writing crisis with a song in Danish. Or maybe this song just wrote itself.

Recorded in my living room November 19th 2019.
Music and Lyrics by Mille Holmboe ©2019

Red Love (lyrics)
I didn’t mean to chase you. I just wanted you to know,
I would always stand by your side.
I didn’t mean to chase you. What I did was outrage you.
Constantly catching your eye.

I didn’t mean to hunt you, but you seemed sad and alone.
I could be the love of your life.
I didn’t mean to hunt you. I had to tell. Confront you.
Why did you reach for a knife?

Red love running from my veins.
Red love. Dripping down the drain.
Wasted love.

An absolute beginner does not know the warning bell.
Accidental winner. I will haunt you in your prison cell.

Red love running from my veins.
Red love. Dripping down the drain.
Wasted love.
Red love running from my veins.
Red love. Dripping down the drain.
Wasted love.

I didn’t mean to chase you. I just wanted you to know,
I would always stand by your side.
I didn’t mean to chase you. What I did was outrage you.
Constantly passing by.

En krysters bekendelse

Very first demo recorded in my living room February 2020.
A brand new song in Danish about telling lies.
Lyrics and music: Mille Holmboe ©2020

En krysters bekendelse (lyrics)
Bange for din dom sniger jeg mig udenom,
når du spørger, hvorhen jeg går, hvor jeg var og hvornår.
Mistroen mænger sig ind.

Ønsker jeg var fri for det, der fylder indeni.
Kunne lægge evigt låg på lyst til det, jeg ikke må.
Spræller i skammens spind.

Jeg er en løgner. En ussel og nedrig person.
Jeg er en kryster, der ikke tør stole på nogen.

Bag mit tavse skrig skjuler jeg en fantasi.
Kigger billeder i smug. Slår din tillid itu.
Du spørger, hvad der sker i mit sind.

Mangler mod så jeg tier. Ved ikke, hvordan jeg siger:
“jeg drømmer om mere end én”.

Jeg er en løgner. En ussel og nedrig person.
Jeg er en kryster, der ikke tør stole på nogen.

Jeg er en løgner. En ussel og nedrig person.
Jeg er en kryster, der ikke tør stole på nogen.

Bange for din dom sniger jeg mig udenom…

Venter på solen

Demo live-recorded in my living room March 2019 despite a cold.
Song in Danish about waiting for the sun, springtime, growth and love.
Lyrics and music by: Mille Holmboe Borregaard (2019)

Venter på solen
Jeg venter på solen,
der kan få mit panser til at tø
Uden menneskelig varme
er jeg tæt på at dø

Korte hvæsende åndedrag.
Huden kold som glas.
Knuget hjerte.
Tanketomt palads.

Jeg venter på solen,
der kan få mit panser til at tø
Uden menneskelig varme
er jeg tæt på at dø

Rør ved mig ømt og blidt
Forårsfloden bruser sætter alting fri
Berus mig. Lad mig smelte i din favn.
Rør ved mig ømt og blidt
Forårsblodet bruser sætter alting fri
Berus mig. Lad mig glemme sorg og savn. Når du hvisker mit navn.

Under muld i vinterhi. Tiden frosset fast.
Underfulde dvale. Livet har ingen hast.

Jeg venter på solen, der kan få min verden til at gro
Under forårsblå himmel tør jeg elske og tro

Rør ved mig ømt og blidt
Forårsfloden bruser sætter alting fri
Berus mig. Lad mig smelte i din favn.
Rør ved mig ømt og blidt
Forårsblodet bruser sætter alting fri
Berus mig. Lad mig glemme sorg og savn. Når du hvisker mit navn.

Jeg venter på solen. Venter på solen. Jeg venter på solen.

Blame Game

A song about staying true to yourself even when in love. Recorded at Copenhagen Listening Room Open Stage August 18th 2019. Sound engineer: Steffen Galster.

Lyrics and music by: Mille Holmboe Borregaard 2015/2018 ©

Not even for you (lyrics)
When Grandpa lost his wife no tears were shed,
but his blue eyes turned red
with help from Pill and Beer and Cigarette,
until he put a bullet in his head.

Sweet wine of love turned bitter and bizarre.
The Beau was a misfortuned star.
I covered all his debts , went way too far.
He found himself at home in any bar.
I would rather have the blues than dissolve my life in booze.

My dreams will never drown again. Not even for you.
I’m never going down again. Not even for you.
I would rather have the blues than dissolve my life in booze.

I do my dreaming by the light of day,
driving demons away.
Black tea or ginger ale is on my tray,
while the night owls feast upon their prey.
I’ve been down their road before
with booze and beer and smoke and more.

My dreams will never drown again. Not even for you.
I’m never going down again. Not even for you
I’ll wear no wedding-gown again. Not even for you.
I’ve been down their road before
with booze and beer and smoke and more.

Instant Infatuation – like we’ve met in a previous incarnation.
Taste of tobacco made me recall:
This will do me no good at all.

My dreams will never drown again. Not even for you.
I’m never going down again. Not even for you.
U-uh not even for you. No, no, not even for you.
I would rather have the blues than dissolve my life in booze.