Lovesongs
It all started with an end.
I knew I had to leave him. But there was something I had to do first. I had to write him the lovesongs. Fifteen days later I posted fifteen songs. A few days later I got the first MMS. He was singing my songs.
Lovesongs has been exhibited at the Martin van Blerck contemporary art-gallery in Antwerpen, Belgium and Kvarteret in Bergen, Norway.
If you are interested in presenting the installation, please write to:kristina[at]kristinasigunsdotter.se


Her Love Song
Piano heart
and cello chest beat

strange animals
sing her love songs
in the woods
she’s walking

in summer shoes
her blue summer shoes

The Poems She Had Written About God
I used to steal red roses
and give her when she opened her door
in panties, pale skin and naked feet
on the hallway floor
we sat on her bed
and she always read

the poems she had written about God
Oh God My God
the poems she had written about God

She promised to love me
more than she’ll ever love herself
in panties, pale skin and naked feet
on the hallway floor
we sat on her bed
and she always read

In panties, pale skin and naked feet
Oh God My God
In panties, pale skin and naked feet

Chet's Last Breath
I tangled her hair in my sleep
dark eyes started to weep
she turned towards me in bed
Can you hear it? she said

It’s Chet Baker playing the trumpet
with his very last breath

Let’s Go Dancing
She took my hand
said let’s go dancing
and I kissed her way to soon

She took my heart
said lets go dancing
I want to hear, sing my tune

She took my love
said lets go dancing
Now time’s passed its early June

She’s in the woods
she’s dancing
climbing trees to watch the moon

Gold and silver fishes
I found her song on the floor, by my bed
a creased little note with words she never said
She wrote
This is a song about the rats
the gold and silver fishes
the frog that’s half dead
and the rainbow cats

She sang
You ask me if I don’t love you no more
I said I just love myself less when you leave me
She sang
Baby lets go night walking, night talking
lets pretend that we are free

I sat with her song, on the floor by the bed
a creased little tune with words she never said
She wrote
This is a song about the talking cherry tree
the two little fat dogs
the white ghost horse
and the smoking bumblebee

I call her up
and ask her if she don’t love me no more
She says I just love myself less when you leave me
I sing
Baby lets go night walking, night talking
lets pretend that we are free

She sings
baby go ride your white ghost horse
I’ll be here night walking
cherry tree talking
where fat dogs are barking
bumblebees sparkling
look for gold and silver fishes
a half dead frog?a rat and a cat
She says
You ask me if I don’t love you no more
I'll say I love myself more when you need me
I'll sing baby let’s go night walking night talking
now I know that we are free

Bulls in Spain
Help me escape this mental institution
Baby you’re my rescue my only solution?
She hitch-hiked from her pain
now she’s lost
chasing bulls in Spain

Love’s a puzzle kiss me goodbye
Baby without you I’ll rot I’ll die

Stick: Her heart’s a cradle made of sex and love and rock n roll

I helped her escape the mental institution
‘cause she’s my rescue my only solution?
we hitch-hiked from our pain
now were lost
chasing bulls in Spain

Love’s a puzzle don’t kiss me goodbye
Baby without you I’ll rot I’ll die

Fever Bird
And you said you wanted to dance
underneath the apple trees that night the summer came alive
you didn’t say nothing of our melancholy
and you thought of my mouth
the things I said

you never woke me up
but you watched me
there I was stained by the sun
there I was stained

the window was open
and yes
I heard the bird
I heard the fever bird
I’ve heard
and it’s not mine
not anyone’s
the bird that pecks at my window