- LIVINGROOM a.lincoln/m.roach Adam Forkelid trio A.F piano-Pär-Ola Landin-bas. Calle Rasmusson-tr 2004
- OCEANIC MIND m.östlund Alf Häggkvist-piano Estrad 2016
- A TRAIN GOES BY m.östlund Alf Hggkvist -piano 2012
- MORNING SONG m.östlund/d.murray Arne Forsén 2002
- MAN,THAT WAS A DREAM c.mcrae/t.monk Arne Forsén 2002
- AIR AND GRAVITY m.östlund A. Forkelid-pi, P-O Landin-bas. C Rasmusson-tr, A. Åstrand- mar, J.Öijen-git, K.Toresson-sax, live studion,Umeå 2009
- AUGUSTWIND m.östlund Alf Häggkvist-piano, Olof Wendel-carillon 2009
- I LOAFE AND INVITE MY SOUL m.östlund Alf Häggkvist -piano, Olof Wendel- marimba 2009
- MY RIVER RUNS TO THEE e.dickinson/m.östlund Alf Häggkvist-piano, Olof Wendel – marimba 2009
- FIRST DAY OF SPRING m.östlund Alf Häggkvist-piano 2012
- FIRST SONG a.lincoln/c.haden Krister Jonsson- gitarr, Jacob Fischer-gitarr Olofström 2008
- MY LITTLE BOAT r.menescal/r.boscoli – b.kaye Krister Jonsson -gitarr, Jacob Fischer-gitarr 2008
- SÅNG OM INGENTING m.östlund/e. souto neto Mario Blanco-gitarr,slagverk 2009
Text M. Östlund om inget annat anges.
JUST BEFORE DAWN
Light is the rain
when it falls before dawn
on empty streets
LOVELY CORRESPONDENCE
Treetops full of songs
bringing my daydreams to sway
in summer harmony
ANSWER
One bird gives a thrill
in the listening night —
yes, the sorrow will fade
med Tobias Ulvfebrand på Sensus (4 februari 2013)
THE WORLD BELOW THE BRINE
(Text: Walt Whitman)
The world below the brine
forests at the bottom of the sea
the branches and leaves
sea-lettuce, vast lichens
strange flowers and seeds
the thick tangle, openings
and pink turf,
different colours, pale gray and green
purple white and gold
the play of light trough the water
MY RIVER RUNS TO THEE
(Text Emily Dickinson)
My river runs to thee
blue sea, wilt welcome me?
my river waits reply
oh sea, look graciously
I´ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks
say see
take me
I TOUCH LIFE
(Text Elena Guro)
I touch life with warm words,
because how else could
one touch
something wounded?
SLEEPY RHYTMHS
(Text Elena Guro)
In pine boughs – everywhere –
thousands of sleepy
rhythms drowse
THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING
The first day of spring
I feel the city´s breathing
as if the hardships are over
READY TO FLY
Ready to fly
the sparrow dares to try now
and opens it´s wings
A TRAIN GOES BY
A train goes by
dcho dong dcho dong
rushing, rattling
moving forward
over hills and down the valley
rushing, steamin’
driving onward
through the forest, over bridges
Past the fields, ever green
the fields in silent peace
The train is rolling on
the train is rocking on
it´s passing streets and houses
rushing forward on it´s way
the throbbing on the rail is
sounding in the distance now
it´s coming closer as it´s driving
forward on it´s way
Past the fields, ever green
the fields in silent peace
OCEANIC MIND
See the long blue horizon
you can stretch a thought
all along that line
azure blue the sky
silvergreen the brine
and a dwindling ship
in the vibrant light
oh, your mind is as wide as the sea!
I LOAFE AND INVITE MY SOUL
(Text: Walt Whitman)
I loafe and invite my soul
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer
grass
TIME IS A RIVER
The long, hot day
is slowly ticking away
each thing moves
through it´s own rhythm
time is a river
ending in your heart