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Numbers
03:35
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Numbers
9 years ago, 1st love
Was what it felt like, that autumn
A whole month full of rain, Lausanne, You were too far away from me
When the train left the tunnel on the only sunny day There were a billion diamonds floating on the lake
10 hours every day, time spent,
6 days a week, 4 months
No time to think to much about you But time to write a letter every night
Then the ritual of jogging downhill to post the mail And the blissful pain of running up again
on the last bit of breath
I’m sure that it was true for a while
I know it could have been much worse than this 7 running projects, that’s the plan
Everything I want to do but miss
So I wrote a 30 poems in only 1 night Cause I felt that’s what I had to do, for you, and I thought I had a gift
Took the night train to Brussels cause I hate to fly
15 hours kept awake by a drunken Dutchman singing in the aisle Then we loved each other 4 times in a row until it hurt
And sadly viewed the City before I left so desperate on a plane
I’m sure that it was true for a while
I know it could have been much more than this 7 running projects, that’s the plan
Everything I want to do but miss
These numbers I remember so clearly
1 out of 3 phone booths to choose from Every other day spent in sadness
The days in between stained with fear
So was it, when it ended, a perfect love gone wrong Or just a pretty mismatch of numbers?
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Your ghosts
03:44
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You come from far away
But you’re too afraid to drive a mile
You asked if you could stay
And while I was still thinking 'bout it
You slipped away
And I found you later curled up in my bed
You told me 'bout the ghosts that haunt you
Mother, brother, daddy,
One who’s dead, and one who’s sick and one who’s much too alive
And I was nodding to your words
That no-one in the world could understand your fear at night
And again I found you later in my bed
chorus:
I know your ghosts, I’ve seen them vanish
Behind the closet door
Let’s lock them up now, quick,
They’ll never show up anymore
While you were acting weak
I felt much stronger than I am
And thought that just like that we could lock away your ghosts
But they had lived there now
For 27 years and did not even think of fleeing
One like me – and let you go
chorus
I know your ghosts, I’ve heard them rumble
Between the carpet and the floor
You can be sure they’re working hard
They’ve got something in store
Have you seen their eyes? – They watch you!
It’s their nails you felt!
Have you heard their voices? – They talk about you!
It’s their breath you smelled!
You wear the sweetest smile, no-one would ever guess
What’s going on behind, and even I
Do hardly know a bit
Though I was showing muscles, love, we’ve got no chance
They’ll catch us both, they’ll wrap us up in sheets
And throw us – into the pit
chorusI fear your ghosts, I feel them gather
To peel your skin and grab your core
No matter where we run and hide
They will be there for evermore
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3. |
Still any good
06:01
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Still any good?
Watching the sunset with Chet in your ears,
Thinking of loved ones flown away and those who stay, Some memories bringing tears of joy,
Some do the same the without the joy,
Some path leading to forgotten scars,
Some ruins remind you of long lost wars.
Is it still any good?
Does it feel like it should,
You promised that you would, Try to feel as good as you could!
So you wander this world and try to be whole,
Don ́t you see there ́s always some crack in the wall, What is the fuel that fires you?
The food, exitement, passion, a mission?
There is this roller-coaster every year,
The wheels of time (always ahead) have won the race.
Is it still any good?
Does it feel like it should,
You promised that you would, Try to feel as good as you could!
Stying up late, go on a date, reading a book, throwing some hook,
Watching a match, the perfect catch, try to be cool, behave like a fool, Making a joke, what a funny bloke, meeting with friends, stretching out hands, Making love to the one, lying in the sun, go on a hike, riding your bike,
Build up your home, kicking ones throne, drinking your beer, starting to cheer, Running your track, never look back, smoke your cigar, feel like a star.
Is it still any good?
Does it feel like it should,
You promised that you would, Try to feel as good as you could!
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4. |
Life itself
04:41
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Life itself
To some it ́s supporting a soccer team,
to some it ́s eating caviar with cream,
to some it ́s driving fancy cars,
others dream of reaching mars,
many dream of writing prose,
modells dream of gorgeous pose, scientists work for (perfect) theory,
thats all right with them, but not with me!
The purpose of life is life itself my friend, give it and live it as long as you can!
A lot of people wish for youth, philosophers strive for the truth, sex – most people do desire, stone-age-man – he wished for fire, women dream of the shiny knight, vampires – they do need the night, some dance around the golden calf, thats all right on their behalf, but...
The purpose of life is life itself my friend, give it and live it as long as you can!
Riddlers want the perfect quest, climbers look for the Everst,
some people flee into exile,
some just run mile after mile,
to many life is looking back,
others will salute (to) the flag, show-men live just to pretend,
all that is true to some extend, but...
The purpose of life is life itself my friend, give it and live it as long as you can!
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Everything they say
05:20
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Everything they
They speak of the greatest moment in your life, one that nobody can ́t forget.
They say the bounds of love are so true,
so strong and forever set.
When you see life breaking through, the smallest entrance to the world,
a little girl starting to scream,
the sweetest noise you ́ve ever heard.
Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up). Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up).
They say that you will always be, worried about the beloved ones. They tell you responsability starts,
by giving birth to daughters and sons. When you look at teenage girls,
you begin to have a clue,
some problems you might anticipate, surely will encounter you.
Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up). Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up).
They say beeing parents it is,
the toughest job that one can do.
They say, if you are lucky enough,
you have a chance to bring them through. But man! I would never trade,
my baby girl for freedom now,
I believe this is a part of our fate,
it ́s like a generation vow.
Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up). Everything they say is true (and even more), you feel love so deep and pure (it fills you up).
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A real mess
04:11
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A Real Mess
Last night’s dream still in the head, stumbling over the floor
Would have been better to stay in bed, frightened you focus the door Stretching your limbs, rubbing your eyes, finding out what belongs where Outside the shutters lie cloudless skies, inside a mess, you don’t care
But from the t.v. screen
A voice sometimes seems to scream:
“Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!” – you switch off
Opening the fridge-door, covered with grease, looking for something to eat
In front only beer cans and musty cheese, in the back something furry that once was meat
You’re lucky, today you don’t have to go out, where you feel people’s looks on your skin
Tonight’s tuna pizza you’ll order by phone, and you’ll make sure that the pizza man won’t come in
But from the t.v. screen ... – you’re too weak to switch off
Between piles of chicken bones and heaps of dirty clothes
You’ve created the streets of your quiet life through which you wander alone There are buildings of newspapers, swimming-pools of beer
Highways of old cardboard, do you really live here?
Somewhere an ice-rink of dried-up milk
Over there a mould-field shimmering like silk
You’re breeding tiny pets, growing flowers of shaving foam
In this little apartment you call your home, your home
One day your landlord with a mask on his nose
Will intrude, and men with gloves will steal your stock of beer And a vermin exterminator with a disinfectant hose
Will extinct your agricultural work of a year
“Beyond imagination” some paramedics will sneer
And they’ll carry you to hospital, out of here
“I’m not sick” you’ll cry, but that’s what they all say
You won’t know whether to be desperate or relieved
To be brought away, to be brought away ...
Take your life in your hand!
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The concept
03:26
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he concept
The concept lying in the seed, expanding in the common breed, the blueprint placing every stone, building bodys bone by bone.
You may find out pretty soon, brother sun or sitster moon. Growing up or even wise,
no protection from surprise.
Taking in the strength of light, the breed is slowly turning bright, stretch out branches in the sky, enough water makes them high.
You may find out pretty soon, brother sun or sitster moon. Growing up or even wise,
no protection from surprise.
Once the concept markes decease, the process of the big release, setting free all it was worth,
by returning it to the earth.
You may find out pretty soon, brother sun or sitster moon. Growing up or even wise,
no protection from surprise.
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Anything could happen
04:18
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Anything could happen
What if ... tomorrow someone unknown crossed my way
Or if “love” printed on a tee-shirt actually meant what it says
f yesterday I’d just left the room as Would anything of this have served
Anything could happen – and it will Anything could happen – and it will Anything could happen – and it will Anything could happen – and it will
And if a week ago I had bought me
Or if every time I felt like it I’d smiled into the faces that I like And if next year I took all my vacation only to stay home Would all this still be real or just collapse like foam?
Anything could happen – and it will ...
It’s a play with the options rather than with fire Just a mix of concoctions, don’t call me a liar
If I acted like I did, a provisional act,
Just the fact that I did it doesn’t make it a fact
I could choose anything, anytime I choose
But if I knew what I wanted it’s my choice I’d lose
Anything could happen – and it will ...
And if the girls went out to dance shouldn’t I just go with them Or if Jimmy told me to piss off shouldn’t I smack his face again What if ... tomorrow I’ll regret everything I did so far
Would I look straight into the mirror or see my eyes behind a bar?
Anything could happen – and it will ...
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Swimming in a stream
06:49
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Swimming in a stream
Sometimes the world just moves too fast,
I wonder what should ever last.
I can ́t promise, I ́ll ever keep sane, can ́t promise I ́ll ever know your name. So pour me a drink and make it strong, just make it feel like nothing is wrong!
Simply being causes pain,
all my fighting was in vain.
I can ́t always be the same,
without a place to put the shame.
So I just feel like going blind,
give me something to soothe my mind!
I am drifting in a stream,
the past, the future inbetween,
from well to the sea the water goes, but where I am nobody knows!
To keep going is the way,
in changing days the love will stay, larger than death ́s mystery,
a shining light will all will see. Sometimes I ́m thankful just to be, give my something to feel free!
I am drowning in a stream,
the past, the future inbetween,
from well to the sea the water goes, but where I am nobody knows!
So much feeling in my heart,
I ́m afraid I ́m torn apart.
Having looked in the abyss,
don ́t let it get much worse than this! Oh Lord, please let me evolve,
and turn my feelings into love!
I am swimming in a stream,
the past, the future inbetween,
from well to the sea the water goes, but where I am nobody knows!
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Move on
04:48
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Move on
Where are you now? I don ́ t know!
I hope, there is some place.
Do you see us now? Running around! I there still your face?
A milestone broken on the floor marks the after the before.
Twenty thousand days and even more, many traces left behind.
Just discovering the heritage,
forever in our mind.
A milestone broken on the floor marks the after the before.
Not too old man gone so soon, It ́s hard to understand,
A change of direction coming fast, You don ́t see every bend.
Again we just perpetuate
old mankinds game.
The passing of the pole is done, new faces, the old frame
A milestone broken on the floor marks the after the before.
What colours are in heaven now? It ́s a matter of believe,
imagine they are bright and full, shining away the grieve.
A milestone broken on the floor marks the after the before.
Not too old man gone so soon, It ́s hard to understand,
A change of direction coming fast, You don ́t see every bend.
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Cosmopolitan man
04:36
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Cosmopolitan man
Your father comes from Mexico, your mother from Bejing,
if you don ́t know, he ́ll tell you so, and many other things.
school lead him to the USA,
his studies to Finland,
he learned to swim in Hudsons Bay, and on the Rio Grand.
Cosmopolitan man – you seem to be so tall! Cosmopolitan man – you make me feel so small Cosmopolitan man – you really know the earth! Cosmopolitan man – I ́am still at the place of my birth!
In every city you have friends,
you ́re just larger than life,
you must travel all continents,
before you choose your wife.
So, would you please excuse me then, for beeing such a bore,
I ́m the simple kind of man, so don ́t expect no more.
Cosmopolitan man – you seem to be so tall! Cosmopolitan man – you make me feel so small Cosmopolitan man – you really know the earth! Cosmopolitan man – I ́am still at the place of my birth!
Maybe, maybe it ́s all my fault, and envy drives me nuts!
To land upon a foreign shore, I never had the guts!
But after all, look at my face, I ́m happy where I am, forever rooted in this place, just ain ́t no Cosmo-man!
Oh Cosmo-man you are so smart, and I am still too blind.
You are the type we need to start, a new age of mankind.
So, show me all your pictures then, of all the greener grass,
then go back there just as quick, before I kiss your ass!
Cosmopolitan man – you seem to be so tall! Cosmopolitan man – you make me feel so small Cosmopolitan man – you really know the earth! Cosmopolitan man – I ́am still at the place of my birth!
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12. |
Sitting still
03:20
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Sitting still
I‘m sitting still
Sick and ill
Cause the doctor told me so I‘d rather be
Outside and free
But I‘m afraid to go
Cause he said the heart might give a start
And the liver, it might shiver
And the lungs could cough their final cough
And the kidneys fall apart
So I‘m sitting still
Sick and ill
Cause the doctor told me so
Everything I‘d do must wait
And you, I‘m afraid,
You won‘t wait too
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