A dolmen, also known as a portal tomb, portal grave, or quoit, is a type of single-chamber megalithic tomb, usually consisting of three or more upright stones supporting a large flat horizontal capstone (table). Most date from the early Neolithic period (4000 to 3000 BC). Dolmens were usually covered with earth or smaller stones to form a barrow, though in many cases that covering has weathered away, leaving only the stone "skeleton" of the burial mound intact.
It remains unclear when, why, and by whom the earliest dolmens were made. The oldest known dolmen are in Western Europe, where they were set in place around 7000 years ago, at the same time as the ancient civilisations of Egypt, India, and the Middle East.[citation needed] Archaeologists still do not know who erected these dolmens, which makes it difficult to know why they did it. The most widely accepted theory[citation needed] is that all dolmen are tombs or burial chambers. Human remains, sometimes accompanied by artefacts, have been found in or close to them, which allowed a scientific dating. There is however no firm evidence that even this theory is correct. It has been impossible to prove that these archeologic remains date back to the time when the stones were set in place.
Øystein Dolmen (born 19 February 1947 in Trondheim), also known as Knutsen, is a Norwegian singer-songwriter best known for being one half of the duo Knutsen & Ludvigsen, alongside Gustav Lorentzen ("Ludvigsen"). Knutsen & Ludvigsen was a humorous duo whose albums were primarily intended for children, but also became popular with more mature audiences.
Dolmen and Lorentzen formed Knutsen & Ludvigsen in 1970, and released five albums between 1970 and 1983, twice winning Spellemann awards for best children's record. They split up in 1986, but reformed for a series of one-off reunion concerts in 2004, 2005 and 2006.
In 1989, Dolmen released his first album without Lorentzen, called "På frifot". This time he collaborated with female singer Ellen Klemp (aka Nellie Neuf), and the album earned Dolmen another Spellemann award for best children's record. In 1991, he released his first solo album as the character "Feskhandler Thorske" ("Fishmonger Cod").
In addition to his musical career, Dolmen has also hosted children's shows on NRK television, and authored several children's books.
Meredith Jane Monk (born November 20, 1942 in New York) is an American composer, performer, director, vocalist, filmmaker, and choreographer. Since the 1960s, Monk has created multi-disciplinary works which combine music, theatre, and dance, recording extensively for ECM Records.
Meredith Monk is primarily known for her vocal innovations, including a wide range of extended techniques, which she first developed in her solo performances prior to forming her own ensemble. In December 1961, she appeared at the "Actor's Playhouse" in Greenwich Village (NYC) as a solo dancer in an Off Broadway children's musical theater adaptation of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," entitled "Scrooge" (music and lyrics by Norman Curtis; directed and choreographed by Patricia Taylor Curtis). In 1964, Monk graduated from Sarah Lawrence College after studying with Beverly Schmidt Blossom, and in 1968 she founded The House, a company dedicated to an interdisciplinary approach to performance.
Monk's performances have influenced many artists, including Bruce Nauman, whom she met in San Francisco in 1968. In 1978 Monk formed Meredith Monk and Vocal Ensemble (modelled after similar ensembles of musical colleagues, such as Steve Reich and Philip Glass), to explore new and wider vocal textures and forms, which often were contrasted with minimal instrumental textures. Monk began a long-standing relationship with the Walker Art Center of Minneapolis, which continues to showcase her work to this day. Pieces from this time include Dolmen Music (1979), which also was recorded for her first album released at Manfred Eicher's record label ECM in 1981.
hold me underneath the water
rinse me till I'm clean
stretch my skin and scratch the surface
I promise I won't bleed
I never wanted to be born into this
every time I hear your voice it makes me sick
beaten by an open hand, I raise a fist
I got to find a way to cope with all of this
shut the door and lock me out
I'll throw away your key
on my own out in the cold
there's no one left but me
I never wanted to be born into this
every time I hear your voice it makes me sick
beaten by an open hand, I raise a fist
I got to find a way to cope with all of this
I try not to cry
this is not just temporary
fear and denial remain
I'm now just twice as aware
of the abuse and the pain
this is not what I want to be
but you expected more from me
this is not what I want to be
I tried not to cry
I never wanted to be born into this
every time I hear your voice it makes me sick
beaten by an open hand, I raise a fist
trying to shed my skin
I crawl back through the womb again
the pieces shattered
I'm falling further from the truth
pay no attention
to the man above the room
I'll break the tension
he won't get his hands on you
just a distraction
the contradiction's coming true
I've looked around and in between
I've looked for love and all I've seen
is nothing, nothing
nothing pure and nothing clean
an empty borrowed broken dream
it's nothing, nothing
the fear is setting in
shackled to a plastic grin
my anchor's scattered
I'm drifting out into the blue
pay no attention
to the man above the room
I've looked around and in between
I've looked for love and all I've seen
is nothing, nothing
nothing pure and nothing clean
an empty borrowed broken dream
it's nothing, nothing
fading
cause I can't stand no more
Shot Down
Shot Down
Far gone you walk along a long road
Stole from a dream, the story you told
Preachers on the TV preachin 'bout the enemy
Only show that's on is hypocrisy
You wash your hands clean
and spread a message of war
You seed the disease
Somehow reaping the cure
Now your delusion
Grows bigger
You're the target
I'm on the TRIGGER
Shot Down
Shot Down
Far gone you walk along a long road
Stealing the scene with lives that you sold
Mother's on the TV crying for her family
Machine gun cornerstone for democracy
You wash your hands clean
and spread a message of war
You seed the disease
Somehow reaping the cure
Now your delusion
Grows bigger
You're the target
I'm on the TRIGGER
Retaliation/Submission/Retaliation/Indecision
Retaliation/Submission/Escalation
drifting away, feeling the puddles of consciousness drain
knowing the way, transient shadows of being remain
feeling betrayed, fearing the whole will be swallowed again
lost and awake, sift through the pieces to find the remains
conscience is rejected by the weak
a subscription to a plan that dictates what to seek
free will will be provided by collusion
as to not shatter the illusion
ignorance through bliss
choice is just a myth
and we fall victim through belief
stain the gray
to kill the clown
that drags you down
face the pain
that paints the frown
you're wearing down
and we're filtered through the sieve
of this machine that lets us live
so afraid
so unknown
so frail
so alone
stain the gray
to kill the clown
that drags you down
face the pain
that paints the frown
shoved in to this box you've put me in
kept locked down, if trapped I suffocate
livid in this world you've created
searching for a doorway
out of this sick, repulsive, hypothetical vision wasted
on repetitive thoughts that dictate my emotionless static
causing hesitation
it pulls me under
fading from reality, I cannot find the gravity
no time to ponder
attempting to restrain the beast, a desperate plea for sanity
livid in a moment jaded
still searching for a doorway
out in to
a calmer blue
holding on to the shadows
a restless reminder
it pushes me
into the next repulsive, hypothetical vision wasted
on repetitive thought that dictates my emotionless static
causing hesitation
it pulls me under
fading from reality, I cannot find the gravity
no time to ponder
attempting to restrain the beast, a desperate plea for sanity
blinded by the rage I feel down inside
i contemplate my own suicide
each time I feel like I've been denied
see the world with jaded eyes
the shallow structures of our crime
the stone falls from your hand
you slip under the sand
try to understand
conscience forms a plan
see the world with painted eyes
collected conscience moves in stride
the stone falls from your hand
you rise above the sand
try to understand
we define the plan
question the ideal
thought will make it real
reaction you can feel
truth will be revealed
is the message clear?
is the passage near?
or buried in the past?
how long will it last?
wear the scar to feel divine
in a darkened room
sun burned a hole in your eyes
afraid to leave the tomb
afraid to look at the sky
you will be waking soon
come on and open your eyes
you will be waking soon
come on see through the disguise
head in a grey balloon
waiting to witness a sign
head in a grey balloon
immune to passing of time
you will be waking soon
come on and open your eyes
you will be waking soon
come on see through the disguise
your hollow apathy
is not concerning me
stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream
question philosophy
reject hypocrisy
stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream
reaching out for something
something i cannot find
reaching out for someone
someone is left behind
your hollow apathy
is not concerning me
stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream
question philosophy
reject hypocrisy
stuck somewhere inbetween
a dying wish and a dream
bury the needle to puncture my eye
healing the wound as a nation divides
sacrificed virtue to compensate pride
symptoms are buried behind all the lies
why do we stumble around
why do we stumble around
this new appliance will feed us, bleed us
tear us apart, make us whole
this awkward science will need us, bleed us
tear us apart, take control
reason presents us with choices to guide
choosing a weapon or choosing a side
logic unbiased will draw us a line
choose to ignore it or choose to decide
why do we stumble around
why do we stumble around
with no direction
with no perception
with no control
this new appliance will feed us, bleed us
tear us apart, make us whole
this awkward science will need us, bleed us
tear us apart, take control
i'm sick and tired of no solution
i'm strung and wired from finding hope
i've built a pyre of retribution
its open wide, i'm still inside
still inside i'm still inside
why do we stumble around
chasing writing on the wall
bullet-proof and ten feet tall
staining minds with every breath
mocking every chance you get
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I hold my fire up to your paper virtue
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I look inside and find there's nothing in you
I scrape my knees and take the fall
bow and kneel before you crawl
weakness pleases, choice upsets
freedom's lost, become my pet
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I hold my fire up to your paper virtue
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I look inside and find there's nothing in you
a darker whole concealed
within the folds of a truth revealed
a blank passage
unread chapter
in my book
of memories
It crawls though the space behind my face
trying to complicate the scene that surrounds me
slapped in the face, a bitter taste
lingers to penetrate, confuse and astound me
striving to widen the spaces of consciousness
It still keeps me locked up inside myself
searching for some sort of revelation
failing to confront the situation
I keep on slipping
I push it down
beneath the surface
I've forgotten
it's still there
It crawls though the space behind my face
trying to complicate the scene that surrounds me
slapped in the face, a bitter taste
lingers to penetrate , confuse and astound me
and I can't forget
and I can't forgive
and I still regret
and I still re-live
standing on the edge I see
emptiness and fading dreams
shallow pools of everything
nothing seems to comfort me
born into obscurity
cannot find security
clouded by the hate I feel
look to what I know is real
nothing but the world around me
still I fall back through
still I fall into
a darker hole