Oscar Montelius (9 September 1843 – 4 November 1921) was a Swedish archaeologist who refined the concept of seriation, a relative chronological dating method.
Oscar Montelius refined the concept of seriation, a relative chronological dating method. Seriation is the procedure of working out a chronology by arranging material remains of a cultural tradition in the order that produces the most consistent patterning of their cultural traits.
His impetus was at first to provide relative dates for artifacts in museum collections that often lacked rigorous records, by making comparisons with other artifacts within a comparable geographical area. Montelius’ method created a timeline specific to the location, based on material remains. Later, when combined with written historical references, objects could be provided absolute dates.
He took the three-age system (Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age), originally devised by Christian Jürgensen Thomsen to organize Danish museum collections of archaeological materials, and sub-divided it further. He divided the Neolithic in Scandinavia into four numbered periods, I-IV, and the Nordic Bronze Age into six I-VI. He was the first to establish that the numerous Swedish petroglyphs were from the Nordic Bronze Age, by comparing axes portrayed in the petroglyphs with archaeological finds. Further he supported Thomsen's typology of gold bracteates from the migration period.
If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for you,
I would do, yes I'd do, I'd walk through desserts and valleys and to prove,
to prove my love is all yours, it's my charge maybe sometimes
You stay every day in your place, waiting for me and
and digging my hole, and sinking my joy and before I should know, no,no
No one changes, why I am so selfish, it's done
You're wasting my patience and now
you shout me, you cry to me, you don't understand it's too late: i'm gonna leave you baby
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for somebody again, I don't know, lord I don't know, maybe I'd walk through desserts and valleys to be only a castaway, I'd walk, walk along by the highways
Your messages, your phone calls won't change the end of the song
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
And you can call me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, your messages won't change the end of this sad song