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  • The Prisoner’s Song

    It's nine in the evening
And my head is aching
I've tried all those pills
But my knees are still shaking
This illness makes me stand upside down
It's dressing my soul in a glittering gown
But it hurts deep inside
And it makes my sorrows glide
To a sparkling room where the cards show my doom
To a book filled with white sheets
And to where no one me meets

Here I'm sitting in my cell
And smoke is dazzling me
I'm not feeling well
I would have better run free
They are beating my body as well as my brain
I entered quite healthy and I'll leave insane
But Im still unbroken
And the last word isn't spoken
No I won't betray to what the whole world does pray
Hope is the last piece of me
And in that way I am free

You who arrest me
Will never be the winner
Because then when you kill me
It's you who are the sinner
You brought me the wine and you gave me that stuff
That should make me weak but I am still tough
And whatever you do
I hate everything of you
And I won't betray to what the whole world does pray
Hope is the last piece of me
And in that way I am free

  • On the Eve of This Night

    Oh love give back to me my tenderness
You used it once too often
I am spent now in this love affair
You've loved me much too fiercely
    Oh intruder of my halls of pain
Where are you gone tonight
My wounds are still hurting
And last year's scars won't heal
    The lonely lanes echo my steps
Softly the snow is sailing down
A painted smile behind ev'ry window pane
Master of Healing where are you tonight
    Oh houses of splendor and of power
Allow me to enter your walls
Your shelter eases my mind
Your cellars hide our fugitives
    Oh rooms with your damp walls
With your chains of rusted iron
Where is the gold and silver
That your prisoner is longing for
    The pale-faced judges of the High Court
The priest of pain and his servants
I will ask them to have mercy
With me and my bold words
    Oh love I know you cannot forgive
So I face the trial you put upon me
And I won't kneel and weep
And accept the capital punishment
    But allow me to close my eyes
And dream of my long dead parents
The Halls of Fame are deserted
The songs are sung and obsolete

  • September 05 – lost

    I know you
who do I know
I love you
Who do I love
There is no one around
    You called me
Who was it that called
You talked to me
Who was it that talked
There is not even a sound
    And who are you
What is this leading to
Another empty glass of wine
no traces and an empty shrine
    I did not know
What was there to know
I did not hear
What was there to hear
    I looked around
what was there to see
And I felt no pain
but what was there to feel
    And the fog that lifted
left an empty space
a deserted icon
and a fainting face
    And warmth was just a touch away
to bridge the distance and fill the gap
to kill that hollow sound of strangeness
to warm up the cold and break the ice

  • The End

    The curtain is falling and you know it's the end
Your struggle is finished at the border you stand
What has happened to the sun, it loses its shine
Your fingers clutch, can you still drop a line
Can you leave a sign or a trace behind
Oh no, the time you cannot rewind
    Where are all those people you know
Do they recognize you are ready to go
You will leave and come no more
And you sit there and wait for a knock at the door
But it's late and they will stay at home
So on your way you are all alone
    Your room seems so small, so weak
And in a way you look like a freak
It's the end and your show is over now
There is no applause and no listener anyhow

  • The Party

    The party is over
Friends and foes are parting
The wine is spilled
And the taxis are waiting
    The night was long
Now the dancers are tired
Many beauties broken
Many lovers hired
    But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day
    Nothing is left
All the small talk is spent
The poets are sleepy
Dreaming of singing sand
    The light is gone
The floor covered with dirt
The bride is bare
The groom has torn his shirt
    But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day
    The laughter is dead
And smoke fills every empty room
Our colourful ideas
Are safe again like in a mother's womb
    Let us be true
Praise the silver skinned nude
Go back home
And you will find solitude

  • Your Song – For Erika

    A broken love affair
with nothing to compare
a lonely way to walk
with smoky all night talk
a drink to sing along
folks this is Erika's song
    A young lady brought me the early morning dust
I left behind on a night I could not control
she taught me to leave if I really must
she brought me her book so I could enroll
I begged her to stay and tell me more
I longed for the mercy and the trial
but when I awoke on this unpleasant shore
I knew I was safe for today and a while
with daydreams around and mist from the sea
the past was revealed and the future a plea
    A broken love affair
with nothing to compare
a lonely way to walk
with smoky all night talk
a drink to sing along
folks this is Erika's song
    The young lady she let down her hair
and all my dreams fell off her head
she said "Even when you're gone I will care
and dry your wet eyes when you're sad"
so I turned and left for the west
looking for a home in this cold city
I longed for company, continued my quest
but all I got was people's pity
so I turned again travelling on
and if you come to see me I might be gone

  • Deep inside of your heart

    Deep inside of your heart
I can see your longing renewed
Standing there by the window
In silent solitude.
    I lingered a crucial moment
I thought that I could win
But you are in charge of the battle
And you are the heroine.
    And words are falling like raindrops
On a desert where the future has died
Where I promised to stand guard for your passion
Where the prophet knelt down and cried.
    I raised my face to the rainclouds
I uncovered the wound in my soul
Then I hoped to find your pardon
In the depth of a deep black hole.

  • (Sitting) At The Bar (With You)

    It is good to hear your voice again
The warm vibrating sound of passion
To feel the words like healing rain
Dripping from the roof of idle fashion
    Let me read your lips
And dive into your words
To feel the sensual tips
Of fingers that talk and spread the silence that hurts
    It is good to see your eyes again
The fire that warms the coldness around
To grasp the joy and feel the pain
To live and love and taste the sound
    Let me walk the taste
And drink your sight
To end the haste
And wait and linger to finally see the light
    But where are you
The morning cries
Is this the quest
Where everyone dies?

  • FRIENDS AND LOVERS

    Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.
    When I was out to find a fallen star
To trace the paths I went before
I lost my way among yesterday's trees
And found myself at some unknown shore
I listened to the talk of the waves
To the passionate debate of seagulls
Searching for your image in caves
I found my eyes getting somewhat dull.
    Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.
    Now I see your face bright and clear
I feel your hands and smell your skin
And home is no more a dreary place
The walls of this fortress have become paper thin
And I'm walking on laurel leaves
And I'm passing by whispering pines
But I fear that all the evening's thieves
Will steal from me my fragile lines.
    Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.
    I want to live in your temples of pain
Penetrated by the force of your love
I want to kneel and praise the lamb
I want to sacrifice the high-flying dove
When the priest of hate leads the way
I will follow and leave and kill
The rocks in my mind will block the days
So I live and die and live at your will.

  • Little Lies

    I once vowed to myself
That I would stand guard at your soul So I went to the shelf
To understand the depth of the whole
    And while I was reading
Stumbling without knowing
believing without seeing
the truth that was flowing
I fought and I failed, I was caught and was nailed

    And there were these lies, these innocent lies
That never were questioned by doubts and disguised yet lingered with the odour of death
in all that you said, in every breath

  • INTO AND OUT OF GOLD

    My hands are empty and so are yours
My mind is distracted and confused
Our hands are trembling and feeling cold
And the singer is misused
    His song is old
It's words are bold
But he thinks they will turn into gold
    And the truth will betray it's prophet
As the speakers touch the misfit
And the neon lights tell their story
All about this snake pit
    Singing the rhyme
Wasting our time
We are longing for the sublime
    When I speak of the cold winds that blow
It's the people that make us lonely
And I stopped to catch a glimpse
Of you now I'm left – only
    I can't make it
You will take it
With you on your way to forsake it
    My hands are empty and so are yours
My mind is distracted and confused
These hands are trembling and feeling cold
And I feel misused
    This song is old
It's words are bold
But I think they might turn into gold

  • LEAVING

    I could not reach you
when I saw you standing there
and I could not teach you
things you did not share
poisoned clouds have darkened my sight
I'm broken down all inside
    From far too far I hear you calling
but I'm deaf and I'm only falling
    Where are you going
now that I can't move my feet
why are you glowing
who sowed in you that new seed
I'm shivering with cold and call out your name
but this mighty feeling is hard to tame
    From far too far I hear you calling
but I'm deaf and I'm only falling
    The end of the fall
takes the last leaves to the ground
and you grew too tall
to see in what a mess I can be found
the ashes of love have suffocated anew
our dreams while awaiting the dew
    From far too far I hear you calling
but I'm deaf and I'm only falling

    The seasons will change
for a new Spring to come we're heading
but who will rearrange
the ashes the wind is spreading
morning after morning the sun will arise
from a darkness of pain in disguise
    From far too far I hear you calling
but I'm deaf and I'm only falling

  • Lady S lost

    We have walked a long way
A lonely road that lead to despair
I meant to hold you
But you slipped away
I am lost in my future
I am lost in my presence
I have lost the past
And there is no escape
But you hold the key

  • THE LAST CANDLE

    The candle is burning down
and darkness is crawling in
its claws in my soul
and its teeth in my sin
feasting like a goat in clover
    And the sound of your voice
has left me no choice
to escape, to depart and forget
and the echo of tears
has covered the fears
and revealed remorse and regret
to take over and seal the wounded soul.
    And I accept the rule
kneeling down on the floor
with no words to say
being hurt at the core
speechless and bare as a rock
    Unable to move
I remain in this cave
running empty on love
and not being brave
like a fist that can't even knock
    And the sound of your voice
has left me no choice
to escape, to depart and forget
and the echo of tears
has covered the fears
and revealed remorse and regret
to take over and seal the wounded soul.
    I forget to breath
and my hands are tied
standing against a wall
and facing the night
I fade and I silently leave

    And words just tumble
like a drunk at night
who lost his direction
and who lost the fight
and who's passion is hard to retrieve

  • Pride

     The wind murmurs in the tree
 and it curls the sea
 the lights of the town so far away
 shine on and on from day to day.

 On a dark December morning
 long before the sun is dawning
 I try to get up high
 I try to reach the sky.

 Her laughter in the empty room
 introduces old men's doom
 when they try to walk on water
 they will meet there heaven's porter.

 The cry echoes through the street
 through the trampling feet
 the scene of horror fills up the air
 and there's her laughter from nowhere.

 On a sunny July morning
 the sun is up but I'm still yawning
 I try to get up high
 I try to reach the sky.

 With angels pure and bright with joy
 rules the sky a worshipped boy
 her we are almost forsaken
 with all our pride of steps we've taken.

  • A TUESDAY NIGHT’S CONFUSION

    I
 Do you remember the tune
 we used to sing years ago
 marching in file some distant road
 where now all the others go
 a game of cards in a wet tent
 in the green hills of Scotland
 and our long philosophical talk
 where all the tankers strand.
 II
 When I call you on the phone some night
 and ask you to come over
 don't hurry but take your time
 'cause you might change your mind
 and I am not that important.
 III
 When you see me on some grave yard
 among the other lonely people
 I am there because of my parents
 who left me with their ghosts waiting for
 their one and only son.
 IV
 Don't read my poems
 by candlelight
 don't take them down
 to the market place
 because now that I have come that far
 I want to be on my own.
 V
 Words tumble
 if you don't lend a hand
 images fly away
 if you don't lock them in
 and I am just the magician's servant
 who still worships a masterpiece
 that he cannot control.
 VI
 I hope these lines
 satisfy your values
 and if they don't go deep enough
 grant me my petty struggle
 my tobacco is not the best you can get
 and still I am trying.
 VII
 Don't read these lines too fast
 you might miss me
 and I don't want to be forsaken
 by someone who is looking for me.
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    HERE I GO AGAIN
    
			
    

    Here I go again
 And I leave behind a woman in a darkened room
 Too many oaths have been burdened on me
 The slavery of souls in a struggle flesh to flesh
 Has come to an end tonight
 The unison of our minds is disturbed
 The greedy vultures sitting on our roof
 Are urging us to feed them with broken vows
 The rays of beauty are diffused
 From the smoke we made
 Another illusion is buried in the back-yard.
 
 
 Here I go again
 The woods are burning on this sacred ground
 The company of heroes failed at last
 Che Guevara's spirit left us standing bare
 Our hands are counting now
 The metal that invaded our pure thoughts
 And our prison now has golden bars
 The ambush is purely intellectual
 And sophisticated phrases replaced our guns
 We are back in the arms of our fathers
 And another illusion is buried in the back-yard.
 
 
 Here I go again
 Picking flowers, singing songs and biding time
 I am back in the rain.