Imperial Norway Soundtracks
Collection of soundtracks and songs I made for Imperial Norway 2053
For my videos I have made a number of soundtracks and songs, which some of you might like to hear the full version of.
Povel Vieregg
Synth Soundtracks
These sound tracks are not AI made but made using my Arturia Minilab 3 MIDI keyboard connected to Pigments software synthesizer and recorded into Apple's Garageband.
I am still very much a beginner and learner in this space, but I am a tech geek so that helps when understanding synthesizers. I got into music very late in life. I tried playing an electrical guitar but struggled. For someone like me struggling with depression synthesizers are quite amazing. Other instruments require a lot of training, drive and motivation to get anywhere. A synthesizer is like a sandbox of sound. You can simply sit there and play and experiment with sounds. It is like meditation. It encourages playfulness and experimentation like few other types of instruments.
Qvam Tower Soaring
This was made as a soundtrack for panning across Imperial Oslo past the hulking Qvam Tower. Ideally for a music video I want panoramas for the tower and clips of driving town the Imperial Oslo highways in the heavy armored cars they use.
Relentless Pursuit
My idea for this sound track was for a video of one of my girls starting a slow sexy dance that start ramping up becoming almost trans or dreamlike.
Hopeful sorrow
I forget a bit why I made this. Sorry goldfish memory. I believe it was for a video of Idun walking in the rain. It was a kind of melancholy I wanted to express. Her hopes and sorrows of the body and world she is trapped in.
Foreboding Melancholy
There is something seductive and foreboding about Imperial Norway...
Idun's love
I made this song for a video of Idun and Vieregg kissing while standing by the shore of a Norwegian fjord early in the morning fog drifting.
Approaching the Dark Tower
I think of this as a sort of Imperial Norway theme soundtrack. Giving the dark dystopian vibe of the world.
Escaping into my thoughts
I made this for when a character was deep in thought, mind wondering while being troubled. One video I used it for is when Jill looks like she is in deep troubled thought.
Hmmm... I realize a lot of my music has a dark moody or melancholy to it, but I think I always liked that a lot. It is not only because I long struggled with depression. The music and the art creation is part of a process of dealing with that.
They say artists and musicians are often depressed, but I don't think the art and music makes people depressed rather it is people who struggle with depression that might pursue the arts more strongly than others to cope with it.
I thought the Swedish cartoonist Martin Kellerman is a great example of this. His big success as a cartoonist came when he was really depressed and down. It filtered through in his art which create a dark sarcastic type of humor. Ironically that turned his mood around. The success helped make him happy, and comically that made his comic stumble. People just did not like what his strips turned into when he was happy. Somehow his depression was a more powerful fuel for the art than his happiness.
AI Created Songs
Unlike my synth soundtracks I used AI to create these songs. The song lyrics are built around themes in my Imperial Norway world. I wanted them to typically express feelings and experiences of different characters.
Fedrelandets Puppedukke
This song is about Nora Nyborg, a bit tragic character. She began as an idealist who reject the fascism of her mother Haldis Nyborg. But the death of her friends in the war in Neo Dixie and later her capture and experience humiliated hucow (human milking cow) in Neo Dixie created a glowing hatred of Neo Dixie and the people within it. Nora became a hardcore fascist matriarch. Racist to the bone.
Explanation of Song
Nora is often is an example of how looks can be deceiving. She has an angelic doll-like face. She can look like an innocent adorable girl, while she is actually a psychotic killer. Hence she has the nicknames Devil Doll and Killer Doll.
Nora is known for having unreal precision and quickness with guns. In the Imperial Norway 2053 she manages to get her hands on a gun for a few seconds. That is all she needs before she kills everyone at the hucow farm she is held captive at.
This song is a translation of those traits and stories of Nora into a poetic form. It sings about the coldness inside her, her violence and being akin to a living sexdoll. "Puppedukke" means "boob doll" in Norwegian. It refers to her doll like features and large breasts. A legacy of the DOLL-3 gene complex all women in Imperial Norway carry.
Many of my latest songs have been rap to fit with the theme around Terri and Foxy in the New Confederacy, but for this song I felt I had to have something that felt more Norwegian. I want the songs most related to Imperial Norway to sound more like Norwegian folk songs.
It is a tradeoff. It means most of you cannot readily understand the sung text, but it gives it a more authentic feel.
Lyrics
Hah... Hah... Hah...
Hun kom fra fjellet – barfot og blek
Kodet for lyst – og laget for lek
De pumpet meg full – med DOLL-3 i blod
Bryst som et våpen, men hjertet er død
Jeg smiler mens jeg skyter – jeg føler ingenting
Bare rytmen i kroppen og våpenets sving
Stå! Gå! Skyt! Nå!
Hah! Boom! Nora! Slå!
Stå! Gå! Skyt! Nå!
Kodet jente – laget rå
Haldis min mor, sa jeg var utvalgt
Et leketøy for fedrelandets makt
Melken drypper, kroppen lyver
Men inni er jeg kald som kulda i gruver
De sa jeg var vakker...
De sa jeg var god...
Men ingen så kulda
Da jeg ble… blod
Stå! Gå! Skyt! Nå!
Hah! Boom! Nora! Slå!
Stå! Gå! Skyt! Nå!
Made in War, Dressed in Lace
Essentially the Soria Moria House of Pleasures theme song. The lyrics is based on the fact that these women are primarily defectors from the Norwegian Imperial Matriarch army now working as whores at the Soria Moria brothel in Knightsbridge, London.
Alvdis Collett is one example. After experience of being a prisoner of war in Neo Dixie, she never wanted to return but escaped to Soria Moria House of Pleasures instead.
Lyrics
We were made in war, but we dress in lace,
Painted lips and a fearless face.
You stare, you fall, you beg, you burn—
But once you’re ours, there’s no return.
We don’t need love, we need the thrill—
To take, to break, to bend your will.
We are Soria Moria…
And we always get our fill.
We take your cash, your breath, your pride,
Smile sweet, then climb on and ride.
You beg for rest—we want it rough,
Our love is hunger, never enough.
Addicted hearts in painted skin,
You thought you’d win? We always win.
You came for lust, but stayed too long—
Soria girls don’t do you wrong…
We do you
gone
.
So kiss the floor, forget your name,
No love survives, just lust and flame.
You’ll vanish slow in silk and moan,
We leave our men as ghosts alone.
You touched a goddess, paid the price,
Held heaven once… and came twice.
Now hush, my love, and close your eyes—
Soria Moria never says goodbye.
Let the Enemy In
Essentially the love song of cocky American AJ Drakon and commander of the Norwegian Imperial airship fleet Vorin Adlerkrantz. It plays on the conflicting feelings Vorin has about AJ. As an arrogant matriarch, she is flustered and angry at this American man who refuses to show obedience as men are expected to in Imperial Norway.
Lyrics
My voice commands storms. My name bends steel.
But he laughs… and I forget what I feel.
A man should kneel. Obey. Be less.
Instead he touches—and I suppress.
His hands on me—unearned, unfit.
Yet my hips yield, as I grit—
“I’ll break you first,” I swear aloud…
As I drown beneath him, proud.
He grins like conquest—so smug, so loud.
But when he grips me, I don’t feel proud.
I should punish him. Chain his will.
Instead I ache when he stands still.
He won’t kneel.
Won’t break.
And gods help me…
I crave that ache.
A traitor’s lust. A general’s sin.
And I let the enemy in.
He folds me like defeat, legs high and wide,
Each thrust a wound I wear with pride.
Pinned beneath his stupid grin,
My voice breaks first—then comes the sin.
He spills inside with no regret…
Calls it love.
I call it debt.
And still I cling, still I swell—
Still trapped in my favorite hell.
Come Closer
Basically a poppy teasing song for Idun being playful with Vieregg.
Lyrics
So you like me?
You want me?
You want me, don’t you?
Come get me then.
I see you staring —
Don’t pretend you’re not.
I twist, I tease,
You’re weak in the knees.
Step closer.
Dare to touch?
Or just blush?
Come on, Vieregg.
I’m waiting.
Tick-tock.
Don’t keep a girl waiting.
Longer version
Welcome to Your Favorite Hell
Dance song for Soria Moria House of Pleasures. The "Welcome to your Favorite Hell" line plays on the fact that Soria Moria girls being ex-military sex addicts are like a wolf-pack. Entering Soria Moria is like entering a Wolf den of sex addicts. They are eager for both your cock, cum and cash.
So the men will have pleasure like never before while being used by these greedy busty blonde sex addicts.
Lyrics
Swipe your card, drop your pants,
We ride like war-trained courtesans.
You scream “stop!”—we giggle “no!”
Sex-addicted, steal the show.
Suck you dry, break your will,
Leave you limp, we want more still.
Thought you’d cum and bounce away?
Soria girls don’t play that way!
Welcome to your favorite hell.
Your wallet’s flat, your pulse is low,
We drained your cash and your ego.
You limped in bold, you crawl out sore—
Still grinning like you begged for more.
We’re not your dream, we’re your cartel—
Uniformed in femme pastel.
Now pay your debt and rest a spell—
Welcome to your favorite hell.
Boobs so big they block the sun,
Bubble butts that make men run.
Glossy lips, hips wide as sin—
You’ll lose your load just looking in.
Pornstar faces, waistlines tight,
You’ll bust your pants at just our sight.
We’re too hot to kiss and tell—
So baby…
Welcome to your favorite hell.
Just a Little Tucker
I made this song with the idea of something to be about the four host sisters Åsne, Tuva, Marte and Eira teasing their new American religious host brother Tucker-James Strickland. They are very eager to get into his pants but he does his best to stay on the straight and narrow as much as they entice him.
Lyrics
We caught you peeking, don’t you lie,
When someone’s boobs went bouncing by!
You dropped your fork and turned all red —
Just wait ‘til bath time, sleepyhead!
We’re so soft, you’re so shy,
You say “no thanks” but glance thigh-high…
You say “modest,” we say “peek,”
You always look when we clap our cheeks.
Just a little Tucker, blushing like a peach,
Actin’ all polite while you stare at our peach!
We don’t bite (much), we’re not mean,
But we’ll squish you right into our trampoline!
Just a little Tucker, sittin’ at the table,
Sippin’ on our milk like a good boy, stable.
Don’t deny it — you adore the silk,
You love mommy’s titty milk in your cereal milk!
Boobs never hurt anyone, they heal,
Just like hips, and lips, and feel.
Let us squish, let us hug —
Come lie down, you little bug.
We’re not dirty, we’re just sweet,
You make us wiggle in our seat.
Every “no” feels like a cuddle,
You’re our toy, our Tucker puddle.
Just a little Tucker, we’ve got the cure,
Snuggles, milk, and a matriarch purr.
Boobs, hips, and bedtime play,
We’ll help you lose your guilt someday.
Just a little Tucker, trapped in our house,
Kissed by a fox, cuddled by a mouse.
You’re too cute to run away —
Now lift your shirt, we
have
to spray!
(With glitter! Or maybe oil~)
