LYRICS

a selection of some of my favourite lyrics

Scars on a Windowpane
Rain in may. One sunny day got washed away. A future lie expressed side by side. I laughed, you cried. Everything seemed dry, even my cheeks you wiped (so carefully!).

Pedrigree
Little holes keep their secrets, bigger holes keep even more. Lifelike trees, a green seduction, they bow their branches for encore. The way they look, the velvet touch. Could it blast a thousand years away? The sideline burns when no-one's looking, make a wish, watch it go away (just the pain will stay). The way it looks, that velvet touch; could it blast a million years away or will it simply stay?

Shame
Adelaide crossed the barricades that rose in the square. She dared while villagers crossed fingers. Left a thousand dreams behind, hoping for a place to find all that ever mattered. And we were really flattered just to see all her dreams shattered! I fear Man has gone insane, again.

The Wolf Hour
Totally helpless she lay on the bed, hospital wrecked, day turned into endless night; her eyes were wide. She could see the flashes, tried to close her eyes, only to find her eyelids gone! Another day, another scene. Crimes committed-not forgiven. Red walls and pavements. Let's make a wish and see what happens. Turn the shrine and maybe we'll find a safe-spot (if only for a minute). A man with a 100 arms to grab me, a 1000 legs to haunt me and a 1.000.000 eyes to see everything I do! He smashed my house, smashed my city smashed all our hopes. Hatred BUT; free food for all! Let's turn the page and see what happens; is it safe to start all over again?

Breathe

This is like you’re floating into air. I’m on tiptoes. On the wire it requires. Staler and staler the air. Please, please breathe in the air.

White bike

I’m on a ride on my little white bike. I’m on a ride on my little white bike. I’m on an everlasting ride. And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home.

The Trail
Stephanus the Sixth: wrapped him up real tight. Sealed him with a kiss, threw him in the night. The Tiber will follow, the Tiber will heal. When you kiss a thief, you better count your teeth! Raw meat, raw meat: ready for the butcher. Make it into packages then send if off to Poland. The Tiber will follow, the Tiber will heal. When you kiss a thief, you better count your teeth!

Winterland Train
I'm fully at ease in my cradle again and this dream world passes the winterland train. While meadows are warped in my mangled brain this dream word passes on the winterland train. My vision is blurred while windows are stained this dream world's passing the winterland train. Take me into her arms the winterland train as this dream world passes I'm in my cradle again. And the winterland train takes me nowhere.

Another Truth From Wisdom City
It's hard to wake up when all you learned was how to dream. It's really hard to learn the lessons of life it seems. But all the things I searched for are written in your eyes to my surprise.

War (We're All Water Babies)
Lying in her bedroom with her shades on and her gloves another issue - another tissue. The tv's on; your programme for tonight a game show - your host is robin and he's alright (he's brushed his teeth!). There's a war outside my window and I'm lying in my bed nothing that I should have said would have made a difference. Because- do you care if I was right and you were left and I was black and you were white? Somehow I doubt that.

Marias of the sea
Three of them were in a boat, the sea was pretty rough. And though the pretty maiden's minds were tough, they were cast afloat and lost. But they had to go where waves were high and storms were shouting boo!, and sharks were grinning in their fists humming things like Come with me, Maria, Dive with me, Maria, Dine with me Maria, Maria of the sea.

Rupert writes a rainbow
Rupert writes a rainbow with his finger in the sky. Surprised to find all the children looking for the gold. Rupert writes a rainbow with his finger in the sky. Spreads van ist naar soll, it's a blessing in disguise. Rupert writes a rainbow with his finger in the sky. Rupert writes a rainbow, gently waves it in the sky. Rupert writes a rainbow with his finger in the sky. Rupert writes a rainbow, but it never answered the question why Rupert writes a rainbow.

Sad sheep

Sheep, sheep. Sad sheep. There is a storm and you cannot sleep. Hide, hide. Hide away. Gonna find you a safe place where you can play.

Cover me

And the sun is coming up though it’s further and further from my mind. My cat back home is the only one I love. And I must write her tomorrow.