The Hat

The Hat produces its original music in an effort to raise awareness of the advantages of embracing cultural differences. As an example of the level of integration that can be achieved in Luleå their ambition is to inspire others to seek innovative ways to develop their own interests in partnership with others into an economically viable enterprise; which is good for North Bothnia County.

Our 2018 gigs

December 2018: The Hat in the bar at Toscana in Luleå
September 2018: Nikkaloukta Sarri AB
July 2018: Luleå hamnfestival
June 17 2018: Luleå Pride
April 21 2018: Snabelhuset in Boden
April 2018: Havremagasinet in Boden

Main Vocal & Guitar – Allen King, England

Bass – Andreas Ekberg, Sweden

Drums – Björn Rautio, Sweden


The Hat

HOMETOWN: LuleÅ

Right now we are working on our first album. The music is mostly acoustic and rhythmic, but with a unique sound that really fits into the concept of

Arctic Country

Selected lyrics

Our original music has lyrics, which are reflections on various encounters with people and situations in Allens life as well as philosophical thoughts and of all kinds of funny and peculiar things in life.

Cold morning dew floating in on a breeze
Warm rays of sunlight cutting through the trees
And the farmer said son, cows might come down
Yeah the farmer said cows might come down

By the bridge there is a waterfall
Smoke in the tree tops and the fire glow
And the Israeli he brings the Russian down
The Israeli brings the Russian down

And I’m sitting doing nothing sipping on my wine
I’d like to be more busy but I don’t have the time
I’m sitting watching shadows in the trees
As they dance to the rhythm of the stream
My head floating in a dream

There’s lots of holes out there that you might fall in
I think I saw a sheep he said with a grin
Then the Spaniard said hey guys where can we get our heads down
Yeah the Spaniard said where can we get our heads down
With lightning bolts cracking across the sky
We build a shelter so we can stay dry
Then the Aussie said hey guys the tarp is falling down
Yeah the Aussie said the tarp is falling down

And I’m sitting doing nothing sipping on my wine
I’d like to be more busy but I don’t have the time
I’m sitting watching shadows in the trees
As they dance to the rhythm of the stream
My head floating in a dream

Hey you with your new clothes on.
You’ve been dancing all night long.
Showing off your dance moves.
Thank you for the effort you’ve made

All that dancing

You through your head back and roll your eyes
Swing your hips, rub the inside of your thighs like you’re alive.

Thank you for the effort you’ve made.
All that dancing just to get laid.
To get laid

If there is a heaven, then this is it
The band is playing and I’m three parts pissed
I hope that you appreciate the effort that I’ve made

All this dancing to get laid
Get me a glass of wine.
Bring a beer on the side.
I’m trusty… fucking parched.
I hope you appreciate the effort I’ve made

All this dancing

My legs are tired and my mouth is dry

My heart is racing, I think I’m go’na die tonight I’m go’na die
I hope you appreciate the effort I’ve made

Just to get laid.
To get laid.

If there is a heaven, then this is it
The band is playing and I’m three parts pissed
I hope that you appreciate the effort that I’ve made

All this dancing.
If there is a heaven, then this is it
The band is playing and I’m three parts pissed
I hope that you appreciate the effort that I’ve made

All this dancing to get laid
To get laid
To get laid
All this dancing just to get laid.

Come with me and fly my dear to ecstasy and back
Let me take you to a place my dear you won’t find on the map
Do you like being stoned?
Do you like being stoned?

Up above the clouds we fly like an eagle soars
And the social world around us looks different than before
Do you like being stoned?
Do you like being stoned?

When I left my home still in my teens, another young fool chasing childish dreams
I’ve followed my road through twists and turns, some memories bring pain that burns
And I’ve lost count of the times I’ve been down and out and had to start again
I figure that’s the price I pay for chasing my dreams all the way

I might be chasing the horizon
I might be drifting in the sea
I might be stuck in an illusion
An illusion that’s part of me
The illusion that I’m free

Some people tried to chain me down, hanging on to the happiness that they think they’d found
And it’s true what they say; if I’d stayed then it might have all turned out ok
But that happiness I gave away and now I’m here today
If they loved me, they know; the only way to keep me is to let me go

I might be chasing the horizon
I might be drifting in the sea
I might be stuck in an illusion
An illusion that’s part of me
The illusion that I’m free

I want to find myself a new direction with a little help from introspection
I don’t know where I want to be and I don’t know if this is me
Is my life real or just a dream or somewhere in between?

Do you like being stoned?

Our original music has lyrics, which are reflections on various encounters with people and situations in Allens life. As well as philosophical thoughts and of all kinds of funny and peculiar things in life.

Mother used to tell me as I lay in my bed,
Lots of housewives’ tails that nestled in my head.
Son she said you’ll learn, before your life is over, to watch your enemies’ closely
Friends must be watched closer.
Gave me paranoia.

Daddy didn’t help me much; his list of friends was small.
I often wonder if that man had any friends at all.
Son, he said, I’ll help, follow my advice, never trust a stranger no matter how nice.
Gave me paranoia.

Paranoia.

Paranoia.

Paranoia.

Paranoia.

Paranoia.
Paranoia.
Paranoia.
Paranoia!

So now I don’t know what the hell’s going on.
Am I crazy seeing reality wrong?
Suspicions and innuendos, subtle half-truths
Messing with my consciousness making me so confused.
Or is it paranoia

Paranoia

Paranoia

Paranoia!

Hello: I’m so glad you’re there.
My mind is frozen with anxiety and fear.
You know I’ve been sad throughout the years.
I’ve paid the penance, cried a hundred thousand tears.
You think I’m crazy, I think I’m the only one that’s sane.
Why should I live on in a world so full of pain?

You’ve got to promise me that you’ll take care of all my stuff.
I can’t go on like this, I’ve had enough.
I’m so sorry; I can’t begin to tell you why.
It’s not your problem anyway, if I want to die.
You think I’m crazy, I think I’m the only one that’s sane.
I can’t live on in a world so full of pain.

I’m floating, sinking in the floor.
It must be working, it don’t hurt anymore.
Give me two more hours for the pills to take their toll.
I’m begging for your sympathy, let me go.
Let me go.
Let me go.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr let me go.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr let me go.

Hello: are you still awake?
Have you been drinking?
How many pills did you take?
Tell me, is there someone I can call.
Mother, sister, brother, father, son: anyone at all?

I’ve spoken to emergency they’re sending someone by.
I’m sorry but I just can’t sit here and let you die.
I don’t think you’re crazy; in fact you’re probably quite sane.
I’m just letting my self-pity cause you more pain.

Arrrrrrrrrrrr probably quite sane.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr probably quite sane.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr probably quite sane.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr probably quite sane.

Lazy days
Doing nothing in a thousand different ways
Watching midnight sunshine sparkle in the waves
Through a supper lemon haze
My mind drifting away

Aktan is beached, laying on her side.
Held prisoner by the rhyme of the tides.
The Captain snoring.
The Spaniard soaring.
The Swede grilling sausages.
I’m drinking tea.
Lazy days

Doing nothing in a thousand different ways
Watching midnight sunshine sparkle in the waves
Through a supper lemon haze
My mind drifting away

The Captain squirts insect repellent in his eye.
The Russian hugs a rock saying I don’t want to die!
There are killer ants that will eat you to the bone.
And the Aussie is lost in a labyrinth of stones.
Singing.

Lazy days
Doing nothing in a thousand different ways
Watching midnight sunshine sparkle in the waves
Through a supper lemon haze
My mind drifting away
All aboard the Captain cries.
We’ll be leaving with the turning of the tide.
Aktan is floating.
The engine roars.
The Spaniard missed a stone, now, he’s overboard.

Lazy days
Doing nothing in a thousand different ways
Watching midnight sunshine sparkle in the waves
Through a supper lemon haze
My mind drifting away

Hello world!

We perform our original music at corporate events, company dinners, conferences, festivals, hotel lounges and many other events.





Or email us: contact@thehat.se

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