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  the sky is a roof are Pål, Halvor and whoever might be around. We pluck acoustic and reverberated electric strings, and sing with a joyously resigned voice. The tones are high and longin, with words on infinity, death, memory, salvation, and stuff. We are quite productive, and equally ineffective. Going nowhere, it seems. But nowhere's not so bad...

...like blue patting above the livingroom, light-sprinkled black to keep out the rain, or deliver it.