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Going Nowhere
03:55
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Going nowhere
Anklebound without sound
He got summoned underground
Where no light abounds
Among moles among worms
Among the black earth
Where there is no sound
Hey are you there
Do you care
Enough for growing
To reap what you’re sowing
Hey no despair
No such thing as fair
All things left bare
Going nowhere
Without body
Without weight
Lifted by the breeze
Lifted above the trees
Above all to see
Above all needs
Above all fears
Hey are you there
Do you care
Enough for growing
To reap what you’re sowing
Hey no despair
No such thing as fair
All things left bare
Going nowhere
Grace springs
Waves sings
A lover’s ring
A bullet’s wing
A useless thing
Running up hills
Drunken young things
Youth is wasted on the young
Just another song
Of another day
Fade away
Grace left to play
A very common thing
To let the birds sing
Without you being here
Without you to interfere
As you’re no longer here
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2. |
On A Warm Roof
03:57
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On a warm roof
Lying on a warm roof
Watching the millions of stars
Feels like I could fall
Right into heaven
Between the dreams of the citizens
Of the sleeping city
I could tell which ones
Where naughty or pretty
To be alone
To be silent
To dream
To be alive
Lusting for her body
Her smell on my hands
Sniffing like dog
She thought that was funny
To be alone
To be silent
To dream
To be alive
The stars are melting
Honey on my face
The moon is tilting
Out of place
I guess I´m a lucky man
To be in heaven´s arms
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3. |
The Red Shoes
02:50
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The red shoes
Saw you walk today
With your red shoes on
Your tight black dress
A siren’s song
Makes me wanna sigh
Makes me wanna cry
Makes me wanna die
Guess old Andersen was
Wrong wrong wrong
These red shoes don’t dance
They just walk on and on
Makes me wanna sigh
Makes me wanna cry
Makes me wanna die
Tear out my eyes
So I don’t longer have to see
These red shoes walking away from me
Red shoes parting the Red Sea
May this image forever be
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4. |
Grasshopper Day
03:58
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Grasshopper day
Grasshopper day
Mend it anyway
Carrying a typewriter upon my back
It’s not beauty that I lack
Grasshopper day
See the candle lights sway
Hear the mandolines play
Here’s a fool made of yesterdays
And a roman horse
Has a lively discourse
With an angel’s head
Oh it’s time for bed
A lobster’s holiday
All children play
Nothing’s wrong with your mind
Just the key you need to find
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5. |
Miss Emma
03:46
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Miss Emma
She said
Being my age you expect nothing good
from change
But her eyes said something else
She said
She would never again
Be so utterly desperate
She had cried her bitterest tears
But her eyes said something else
Buried in a village
That never became a home
Loveless and forgotten
Miss Emma lives alone
She said
What is comes down to
Is to expect nothing
And still not to be desperate
But her eyes said something else
She said
Today I walked to the old mill
The sunlight warmed my face
For a moment I was almost happy
But her eyes said something else
Buried in a village
That never became a home
Loveless and forgotten
Miss Emma lives alone
Sitting in the train
She was sure
She was never
Going back again
Inspired by the Dutch book " Het onverbreekbare zegel" (the unbreakable seal) by Han van Grevelingen’s.
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6. |
Idiots
04:31
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Idiots
A confederacy of idiots being stupid
A tower of greed let’s build it
Another snuff movie release it
A pimp’s last prayer receive it
See the dunces dance in new Orleans
Only the Doctor know what that means
The parade marching down the street
Only fools can take this heat
Another flashy car I crave it
A bridge too far I’ve seen it
Shagging Kate B I need it
Severing all ties I want it
See the dunces dance in new Orleans
Only the Doctor know what that means
The parade marching down the street
Only fools can take this heat
An optimistic worldview I fear it
A lobster’s brain I own it
A derailing train I’m on it
A bigger plan/misguiding hand I feel it
I feel it thanks to my satchel of gris gris
So kindly given to me by the Doctor
He’s lending his ear to my poor soul
I’m under the spell of a big black
Breasted mother goddess divinity
I feel I feel I feel it I feel it’
I’m free
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7. |
The New Ice Skates
03:34
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The New Ice Skates
Last night I dreamt
Saw her skate on the river
Knowing she would not
Be coming back
The icy landscape
Crept inside my body
As she escaped
I know baby that you cannot remain
Maybe it has to do with the fortune and fame
Could be the fickleness of the creative mind
But I guess it´s me that is willingly blind
For your eyes on the door
I know you´re not unkind nor cruel
But baby I know I weigh you down
And I would be a fool
Trying to keep you by my side
I know baby that you cannot remain
Maybe it has to do with the fortune and fame
Could be the fickleness of the creative mind
But I guess it´s me that is willingly blind
For your eyes on the door
Hey baby I bought you some new ice skates
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8. |
The Secret Gate
04:35
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The Secret Gate
Found a dead bird
Lying underneath the tree
I wonder why I
Was suppose to see
The evidence of
Another life gone by
Heaven doesn’t mind
As long as the others still fly
It has escaped
Thru the secret gate
Henry’s problems
Have gotten worse
His drinking has
Become a curse
Tripping over thresholds
Slapping his wife
All his reading
Hasn’t improved his life
He has escaped
Thru the secret gate
Autumn comes to
Mourn it all
I guess that’s why
It’s called the fall
Mankind has
lost It’s wings
And it’s divine
Innocence
It has escaped
Thru the secret gate
Ellie’s sleeping
With eyes shut tight
In her room
Shines a little light
As she’s afraid
Of the long dark night
See her softly breathing
She’s doing allright
She has escaped
Thru the secret gate
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9. |
Ellie's Coming Home
02:27
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Ellie’s coming home
Ellie came by
Said she lost her way
Watching the seagulls
Fight and play
Take the ferry
The other side
Today the River
Has nothing to hide
Elly said there
Must be a way
I might find my
Find feet for today
Take the ferry
The other side
The river never asks
For more
Standing by the railing
Red cheeks from the cold
The water floating
The river’s getting old
The wind in her hair
A dress wellworn
It’s beyond her care
The river has won
Ellie’s coming home
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10. |
The Purse
03:30
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The Purse
When she put her hand inside me
I feel alive
I feel so right
When I’m on her arm
I’m shivering with pride
I’m the keeper of her secrets
I’m the guarder of her stuff
I know I’m just a gaudy useful thing
But maybe to serve is to love
When I’m on the street beside her
In the early morning light
I’m so full of life
I’m so right
When I’m on her lap
On the train back home
I’m no longer alone
I feel newly born
I know I’m just a fickle useful thing
But maybe to serve is to belong
A skin of soft white leather
And velvelty pink inside
I do match with her beauty
Together we are just so right
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11. |
Bottom Of The Well
03:37
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Bottom of the well
I'm tired of denying
that I’m falling down
down to the bottom of the well
I might as well stop grasping
for something to hold on to
Heading for the bottom of the well
My shell is broken
I'm open
For anything to make
me bleed
Spiralling down to the bottom of the well
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12. |
The surrealist
03:21
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The Surrealist
On the train to work
A meticulous miracle figure wizard
The cork on which the company floats
Coffee 9:30
A wink at Frank
As she passes flirting wiggly smirking
Brown corduroy suit
Brown shirt
Brown sensible shoes
No woes
No clues
No blues
Sensible shoes
Lunch 4 sandwiches
2 with cheese
2 with jam
A glass of milk on the side
Thinking of fucking willing horny office whores
Whilst calculating monthly figures
On which management is waiting eagerly
Making photocopies of her tits
While taking her from behind
Dinner waiting
Dinner yum yum
Kids hesitating
Father somewhat glum
Clouds floating
Can touch
The clouds floating
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13. |
Unrepeatable
02:53
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Unrepeatable
Making a list of dead languages
That no one does understand
Searching through the scattered fragments
Of unknown lands
Sitting next to Jimmy
Building castles in the sand
Riding on a bicycle
Through town
Blocking out the city sounds
On the way to library
Looking for a book on Pygmees
He’s a captive among the natives
Longing to be free
Listening to the sirr sirr
Of the swallows
Finding all words hollow
All things laughable
Do away with sorrow
Cause all beauty is unrepeatable
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