Recording artist Nervous City Nervous Self was born and raised in Stockholm, and started off his musical career by declaring: “I shall become Sweden´s Cohen or die!”. As Sweden never has been a country of big declarations, he was met with skepticism. A skepticism that eventually forced the musician into German exile – in the streets of Berlin where countless prophets and poets wander their way, the artist experienced a new sense of kinship. And it was there, during a visit at an art exhibition about German expressionism that the embryo of Nervous City Nervous Self was created.

The debut songs of Nervous City Nervous Self portrays a wandering singer´s delightful doom, and are the expressions of an artist staying committed to his path, and his search for “G-d knows what” – or Godot, as Samuel Beckett might have put it.

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“The only thing I kept 

is a stranger´s heart. 

It´s shielding me

from those fiery darts, 

across the devil´s path 

and the grapes of wrath.”

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