MY POETRY

(=>2017-09-01)

voodoo and the gravedigger five
 
i met a voodoo virgin with a jungle jive
always hungry always horny never taken a life
she hooked up with me and said: ďiím gonna be your wife
because you love the cramps and the gravedigger five"
 
her hands were all over me and so were her lips
she was biting my neck while she was shaking her hips
i heard the voodoo spells so i pushed her aside
she fell naked on the floor as i tried to hide
i saw blood all over, even blood on my thighs
ďyouíve ignited my fire by the lust in your eyes
you sacrified my innocence, i welcomed the pain
now iím a voodoo woman and i want your brainĒ
 
i took off in a hurry but i couldnít escape
she yelled ungawa, i was captured by an ape
ďyou can have my eyes so please donít take my brainĒ
thatís what she did; i never saw her again
 
watch out for voodoo virgins with a jungle jive
they are hungry they are horny they will take your life
run like hell if they want to be your wife
and return to your records of the gravedigger five
the cramps and the fuzztones and the gravedigger v
the morlocks and the nomads and the gravedigger v
the meteors, the lyres and the gravedigger v
the cannibals, the headcoats and the gravedigger v
Smoke

life is so much easier with a clear and empty mind
i cannot understand why there is nothing more to find
when i turn around there is no one down the road
except the sweet impression of the brand she used to smoke
SHUT THE DOOR

i know some days are hard and some are okay
some like it hot some like it hotter
i never promised i would love you every day
but that doesn't mean that i wanna f*ck another

your cheating hurt and even more your lies
everyone but me knows you're fooling around
it happened once it happened twice
it happened more that i can even count

so i ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
only one thing to say: please shut the door!

i'm so fed up with your lies and deceit
i believed your stories oh i was so blind
they say once a cheat always a cheat
i'm so glad i can leave my pain behind

'cuz i ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
ain't gonna listen to your lies no more
only one thing to say: please shut the door!

NIEUWE LEREN
 
al draait de wereld nog zo traag
het wordt me ooit te veel
waarom heeft iedereen zo graag
het botte mes op de droge keel
te veel impulsen matten me af
elke dag een nieuwe straf
iedereen wil meer en meer
en ik verveel me keer op keer

mijn concentratie slaat op hol
ik kan me niet meer fixeren
mijn springend hersenvat staat bol
van al dat nieuwe leren

is er iemand die mij gelooft
wanneer ik roepend zwijg
dat ik rust wil in mijn hoofd
verdien ik wat ik ongevraagd krijg?
of krijg ik wat ik meen te verdienen
geen negens meer, maar enkel tienen
ik ben verleerd om te vergeten
niemand aanhoort mijn stille kreten

mijn concentratie slaat op hol
ik kan me niet meer fixeren
mijn springend hersenvat staat bol
van al dat nieuwe leren

een leeg hoofd is de grootste schat
die ik me kan permitteren
ik denk aan dit ik denk aan dat
meer impulsen dan wat ik kan klasseren
van wit naar zwart naar wit onsteld
spring ik op mijn dambordveld
mijn eigen muren daar loop ik tegen
blindelings en ongelegen

mijn concentratie slaat op hol
ik kan me niet meer fixeren
mijn springend hersenvat staat bol
van al dat nieuwe leren
Two Minutes (the city that takes before it can give)

hello stranger
how are you
give me a minute
a minute or two
let me tell you
Ďbout the city i live
the city that takes
before it can give

ďwhat do you mean
i donít understand
it is the first time
i visit your landĒ
i could take your wallet
your bag or your phone
or just knock you down
and leave you all alone

ďwhy would you do that
you seem alright
youíre helping me
in the middle of the night
although youíre so big
and i am so small
you are giving
and not taking at allĒ

but iíve been taking
little stranger of mine
it was nothing less than
two minutes of your time
the city took all
and had to know if
you are a good person
and now it shall give

in two minutesí time
there can be danger
life can be hard
if you are a stranger
listen to the rhythm
of the city inside
200 heartbeats
in the heat of the night

hello stranger
how are you
what have you learned
in this minute or two
did you like the tale
Ďbout the city I live
the city that takes
before it can give
i'm a lover not a salesman

i used to travel 'round the world with a suitcase full of vinyl
i cannot think of something better in my life
i mostly deejay for a drink, for a nickle or a dime
me, my headphones and my precious 45s

i'm a lover not a salesman
i love music for the music
i buy records for my own
and then i listen to the music
i never buy records just to sell them
'cuz i'm a lover not a salesman

there is not a single record worth the money salesmen ask
i get disgusted by the prices on the net
when 90 dollars is a cheapo, you ain't kidding
gosh, i can buy 7 better ones instead

i'm a lover not a salesman...

why are you buying all those copies "for tomorrow"?
so no one else can get the chance to find
i prefer real friends over money
well, paypal... ain't no pal of mine

i'm a lover not a salesman...

Don't treat me like a criminal

I welcomed you
with open arms
you hate me
for what you think I am
believe me
I don't mean no harm
but I will fight you
with anything I can

Don't treat me like a criminal
I might become one
or like an animal
I might become one

You laugh at me
where is the fun
I will never
play your game
you threaten me
where is your gun
despite your thoughts
we're all the same

Beyond repair

She's from my city and oh so pretty
she hates to be labeled a doll
she's 24 what's she waiting for
about her future she doesn't care at all

friends tell me not to care the girl's beyond repair
and that she won't be mine and in two year's time
she'll be gone and so will the world

yet i refuse to let loose
as i could help her behind her back
i love her still i always will
i'll give her all she doesn't know she lacks

yet i'm told not to care because she's beyond repair
she won't be around and that i'm a clown
i can't help myself i love this girl

stability the magic key
for those who live a life without despair
live fast die young eternal fun
what's the point if you're beyond repair

friends tell me not to care the girl's beyond repair
in her alcoholic heaven she won't be 27
she's gonna die and so will i
On her magic carpet (Sultan of sleaze)

she's my sheherazade
and a thousand and one nights later
i cannot but love her
although there are moments i hate her
i'm the sultan of sleaze
when we're making love
on her magic carpet
i can't get enough
i'm the sultan of sleaze
and she's my harem girl
on her magic carpet
we fly around the world
i'm the sultan of sleaze
one thousand and one nights in a row
she's my genie of the lamp
and one thousand and one wishes later
i cannot but love her
althought there are moments i hate her
i'm the sultan of sleaze
and she's all i need
on her magic carpet
another night in heat
i'm the sultan of sleaze
the luckiest of all
on her magic carpet
we fly and never fall

Pounding like crazy (she wasn't there)

i woke up and she wasn't there
only my side of the bed was warm
i called her name but she wasn't there
all was quiet all was calm
except my heart pounding like crazy

i got outta bed as she wasn't there
not in the kitchen nor under the shower
i felt alone as she wasn't there
naked on the balcony for almost an hour
watched by the neighbours as i were crazy

the front door was open while she wasn't there
a gentle breeze whispered in my ear
i closed the door as she wasn't there
and i picked up the phone as i needed her here
and then i saw her note she wasn't crazy

i read the reasons why she wasn't there
and i felt relieved i felt at ease
and i felt excited and i fell on my knees
and still my heart pounding like crazy
Junk male

in a blink of an eye you go 'round the world
from a lonely guy to a mystery girl
junk male
that is what you are

a girl can delete you with a single click
she'll never meet you for a new kind of kick
junk male
that is what you are

you hardly exist as if you are dead
you cannot be missed as you cannot be read
junk male
that is what you are

Enjoy the game

who's a sinner, who's a saint
with a fight there is no pain
without a loss there is no gain
who's a winner after all
because everyone's a loser one day

are you a man or still a boy
there is no game without a toy
where's the pain if there's no joy
who's a winner after all
because everyone's a loser some day

one day we're all the same
loss and pain, life is but a game
you should enjoy
poor man's show

a sea of black hair, white faces
in waves of euphoric sweat
one armed midgets holding a camera
up in the air as a periscope
loud expected sounds
shine over their heads
the show must end with lighters
 burning fingernails
a token tantrum of hope
a foggy microperfomance gently fading
into eardrum damage pain
we were young for an hour or two
so many unknown friends holding on
to nothing once again
what else in this fucked up world
is there left to do

No princess at all

you could've been the princess i always saw in you
but you found it necessary to throw it all away
you became the keeper of the soul i gave to you
i hope you guard it well, it's not yours to give away
to live my life without you was my hardest choice so far
i don't like what you did but i do love who you are
you're more than boobs and fairy eyes
much more than what people see
your inside and your intellect is what attracts to me
how difficult it is for you to be the real you
is something hard to comprehend
as i cannot understand why you are attempting
to live a life that doesn't suit you and
neglect all the seeds already growing in your hand
no matter all the energy that i had saved in vain
i will never tell a living soul about the pain it caused me
while reflecting all the miracles i saw
you'll never cease to amaze me
i'll always be in awe
and still i'll have to let you go
this love kills all i got
yet i know who you are
and certainly what you are not

Two lives' way

i'm sorry but i had no choice
you were fooling around with too many boys
you know, baby, that you had it comin'
you ain't no girl no more but a woman
we were both living on a high
but mine was generated in my mind
i'm sorry but i had to leave you
simply because i cannot believe you
i wish i had 48 hours a day
to keep track of your two lives' way

 

paper mask

on a parchment scroll it was written in blood
believing in the devil is believing in god
after it's been passed on to a family of seven
it's hard to cope with cowardice as you're neglecting heaven
as in the sunlight nobody looks upon your face
as if you're hoping deeply to avoid the end of days
hidden from the shame of being chosen for the task
to reveal the hideousness behind the paper mask

no number one

i used to date the twin girls
they couldn't be told apart
one was a would-be mother
the other a shameless tart
number one belonged to me
she's easy to fall in love with
number two is for everyone
to dance and kiss and fuck with

for me it was so easy as the twins would hate each other
no communication and no one else to bother
yet after half a year or so i couldn't handle anymore
i told number one, the mother, about number two, the whore
but imagine my big surprise, there was no number one
it was just a game to play, oh boy did she have fun

she overestimated her ability to charm
she ran out of potion and all she did was harm
now the twins have lost forever their all time favourite toy
they can go back to their sorry life of telling lies to find some joy

de allerbraafste jongen lag te rusten op het mos
aan de zuidkant van het meer van het
zonderlingenbos
waar niets terug te vinden was dat nog
nooit was gemarteld
verzet bleek immers nutteloos
voor wie tegen had gesparteld
de jongen werd onaangenaam gewekt
uit al zijn dromen
toen de kaalgeschoren vos zei
dat hij niet had moeten komen
"ga terug, ga weg, kom nooit meer weer"
bestookte hij de jongen
die trachtte zich te herinneren
welk lied de vinken zongen
maar vinken vond men niet meer in het
zonderlingenbos
alleen wat pluimen daar rondom
een kaalgeschoren vos
the final chapter

she was all i wanted to feel better than i already did
my life was great, i felt alright and she seemed the perfect fit
we had invented worlds where no one else could ever find us
a god and goddess, prince and princess, now this is all behind us
no happily ever after as the fairy tale's unfinished
it's not the final chapter yet, the inspiration diminished

this fool

i miss you every day and night
you took away all the black and white
such a grey world that i look upon
as i watch the guys who think they won
it's lonely here in the heavenly skies
a whole year enclosed by seventy lies
answers kill when questions rule
as answers will destroy this fool

welcome back

a ship's not always lost when it cannot find the harbour
while the loved ones on the quay are fearing the most
the right wind may be all that the ship has ever needed
some ships come home last, why should they be the first
that ship can tell more stories than those safe in the harbour
some stories may be bad but all of them are new
as long as it returns safely to the harbour, everyone's delighted
and a fantasy comes true
welcome back

echoes of next days

the day is just a day away - it is for free
pick it up, sorry for the delay - there is one place to be
and that's tomorrow
i catch the echoes of next days - silently
embrace the green and shallow place - the only place to be
and that's tomorrow
op wandel in het donker van de krochten der tijd
verloren in het heden en de toekomst is kwijt
het pad van het verleden heeft zich weeral vergist
het is donker
zie me daar staan
rots hard in je branding
wijl golven van geluk
op je lippen beuken
mijn rivier vol passie
kent geen verzanding
zolang ik de kracht krijg
je eeuwig te neuken
Tuscan moon

under a Tuscan moon
coming from Fidenza
fearing the heat
of its extravaganza
rock 'n' roll sounds
from the Virgin Bar
make me believe
i could be a real star
next to the Tuscan moon
Tuscan moon of love

under a Tuscan moon
heading for Fidenza
i drive away
from its extravaganza
it is midnight now
in the Virgin Bar
they take me to the skies
and call me a star
next to the Tuscan moon
Tuscan moon of love

under a Tuscan moon
forgetting Fidenza
i get fed up
by its extravaganza
the bells toll at eight
i am barely alive
i must go home
to my lovely wife
ciao Tuscan moon
Tuscan moon of love

Twice a woman

she's always right and always wrong
she's always weak and always strong
she's the girl you love to hate to love
once you tried it you can never get enough

she's all colours in a black and white movie
she's dancing on her own when nothing is groovy
she's the girl you love to hate to love
once you tried it you can never get enough

she's a nightmare and a dream come true
as you know she hates to love you too
she's the girl you love to hate to love
once you tried it you can never get enough

she's a woman and she's a girl
she wants nothing and she wants the world
she's the girl you love to hate to love
once you tried it you can never get enough

Auburn and mocca

her mocca coloured almond eyes
have told me such a big surprise
years ago she was in love with me

her mocca flavoured mama mouth
has told me what it's all about
she wished she would have started out with me

her long and curly auburn hair
still waving 'round her face so fair
has told me things that i used to know

it's strange how time forgot to get her
she even treasured up my letter
that i wrote so many years ago

More than 15 years

i'm in a  blur, i'm in a daze
my mind is going in many different ways
i'd never thought that i would find
the girl that has been living in my mind
for more than 15 years

and there she is, not in a blur
exactly as i recalled her
and so again, it is her eyes
always her mesmerizing eyes
no change in 15 years

for more than 15 years
i've been waiting
for a sign, for a sign

i am confused, a blurry mind
because i know i cannot turn back time
what could've been or should've been
who would know what we could've been
after more than 15 years

Dragon mountain

pages torn to satisfy my thirst for knowledge and paper to burn
while oranges melt like ice in the sun (2x)
a purple flavoured field of joy left a tattoo burnt on my eye
while pearls of heat run down my spine (2x)
a horny hornet laid its eggs on top of the highest and mightiest pine
while she turned around in her sleep and she moaned (2x)

oh dragon mountain, cast thy shadows on my love
the heat is hard to bear, hot love, hot love, hot love

ellipsoid wishes in a turquoise sky in a maze of clouds and birds on a fence
while a palace of popes changes into a dorm (2x)
heavenly odours of near perfection on a moonlit hammock surrounded by sunflowers
and everything happens for reasons unknown (2x)
nearly naked girls of yore scream hallelujah to praise an absent lord
while a sunburnt child is drinking the lake (2x)

oh dragon mountain, cast thy shadows on my love
the heat is hard to bear, hot love, hot love, hot love

Open roof open window

open roof open window
500 miles from north to south
open volume open bottle
curvy lady by your side

open roof open window
red hot revved up and it burns
flames like halos on the left side
did you see those mighty curves

open roof open window
leather jacket and dark blue jeans
going 90 miles an hour
i was a car, it was james dean's

open roof open window
on the road to nowhere to the post
1956 is over
a fantasy will never last

Me and Jenny

i got no senses of my own
i wanna die here all alone
no kids, no friends, no relatives
an open box of sedatives
one trip too far is one too many
there's no room for me and jenny

i got no money anymore
i'm gonna die at your front door
all cold and hungry and deserted
just because i was called perverted
there was only one kiss too many
no room no more for me and jenny

No extra holes

hey i'm easy to be recognized
it's sad and yet it's true
i'm the only real rock 'n' roll guy
without piercings or tattoos

i need no extra holes
to prove that i'm for real
a needle is just for fools
and i know what i feel

Verdwaald

wie heeft mijn zaklamp gezien
ik loop verloren in mijn hoofd
ligt die bij jou nog misschien
had ik jou toch maar geloofd
ik vind mijn weg wel in het duister
al duurt het 42 jaar
ik hoor alleen maar jouw gefluister
ook al weet ik niet van waar
een heuse marathon van marmer
moest ik lopen naar het zand
van koude rillingen tot warmer
waar de reiger is geland

20 year old pessimist

when i look into those eyes
i'm twenty all over again
and when i'm sitting by her side
i'm 20 all over again

and still she's in my head
like in the days when i was 20
as if we've never been apart
i had dreams oh there were plenty

all the details i remember
as if time does not exist
going back to that december
when i was a 20 year old pessimist
when i was a 20 year old pessimist
when i was a 20 year old pessimist

Dichten van de kloof

dapper draalt de driestheid doorheen
de donkerste dalen
draalt de dagdromer doodgewoon
dertien dagen duurt de doortocht
duisterder dan diepe dalen
durft de drakenrijder daadwerkelijk doorgaan
dan doet die de domste dingen
de dwaasheden drukken
de doorbijter doormidden
drumsolo's donderen doorheen
de dahlia's doorgroeide dalen
1001 decibels decoreren de deejay der demonen
druppelsgewijs doch dorstlessend
drinkt de drakenrijder duivelsbloed
de djelaba dragende dodo doorziet
de dolle duisterheid der dingen
de depressiekloof dichten deed deugd
dansend daarvandaan

Druk verkeer

ik weet niet wat er allemaal scheelt
niets is nog naar behoren
zie ik echt van alles vreemd
of zit het tussen de oren
het loopt verkeerd met het druk verkeer
tussen de oren of tussen de benen
het wordt te druk, ooit was er rust
maar da's al lang verdwenen
sinds zij een andere had gekust
en daar is hij weer als een bronstige reu
niet op zoek maar die nog een keer wil
wat hij heeft geproefd en ik ben het beu
want als ik kijk, houden zij zich stil
ofwel zit het tussen mijn oren
ofwel weeral tussen haar benen
want al staat de weg naar de toren
geprogrammeerd in haar zwakkere genen
keer op keer loopt zij verloren
en zoekt ze mij, maar ik ben verdwenen

Asfalt

ooit had ik het moeilijk en vaak soms ook nog kwaad
in mijn achteruitkijkspiegel zie ik wat ik achterlaat
er is geen weg terug en ik blijf maar verder gaan
in vijfde versnelling, ik verkies niet stil te staan

ik draai naar links op een parallelle baan
en overschouw de paden die ik had kunnen begaan
en dan weer naar rechts op diezelfde harde weg
en merk ik hoe geluk het altijd haalt van brute pech

gedreven door een motor die me nooit ontgoochílen zal
haal ik ongeziene hoogtes en verlaat dit tranendal
naar de kimme waar de zon stijgt die de wolken steeds verjaagt
en dus rij ik maar verder op het asfalt van vandaag

Biseksuele rookpauze

ik begrijp niet waarom net zoals al mijn vriendinnen
zij zo houdt van Nico maar ook zo van Tine

om het kwartier is ze buiten haar zinnen
ze glipt dan naar buiten naar Nico en Tine

met haar lippen zuigt ze hun warmte naar binnen
verlangen tussen de vingers naar Nico en Tine

maar wat zou ik zonder haar moeten beginnen...
al heb ik het niet met die Nico en Tine

dit is een gevecht dat ik toch nooit kan winnen
dus sta ik ook buiten bij Nico en Tine

 
 

Oneness

lay next to me
a free and fair spirit
in chains you will perish
in chains you will die
and i'll return
the whole world will hear it
in dreams you'll be cherished
in dreams you are mine

listen to me
i speak to your heart
in my world we'll live
in my world together
show me your face
a teardrop a start
in hell i forgive
in heaven it's better

Contradiction

she is such a contradiction
so much love, so much anger
where are dreams, where is respect
she is such a contradiction
no selfesteem but selfneglect

she is such a contradiction
she's a yes, she's a no
she's a maybe, she's a sure
she is such a contradiction
she needs a doctor, needs a cure

 

Andere kant

gedragen door de wind
als een kind zonder dromen
zonder houvast is er geen ontkomen aan
de wind draait en keert
als het weer zich laat voelen
zonder de zon komt het op gevoelens aan
de tijd heelt geen wonden
als verbondenheid ontbreekt
de dageraad liegt en de zondag breekt aan
verlaten door de sterren
als van verre de merel zingt
de man slaapt vast en de vrouw dringt aan
de andere kant van de bar

Om te vergeten

de fles, de vijand
de fles, mijn vriend
soms in mijn hand
of waar ik j'ook vind

troost me, geloof me
of beter, beloof me
dat 't beter zal gaan
dat vergeten zal gaan

 

Tears in your smile

you're in pain
you're in sorrow
you dare not think of tomorrow

you laugh out loud
you're holding on
you need not be forever strong

i see the tears in your smile

you face the world
you cry inside
where is the agony you hide

you work until
you sleep a while
for me you shouldn't force a smile

i see the tears in your smile

 

Just one more

you're gonna kill that girl
as you're killing her world
deep down you go and destroy it all
in a blur of boredom down you fall
into her brain
into her veins
you're controlling her mind
as you turn her blind
in a trail of disbelief it's so easy to fake
a parallel world in which nothing can make
things better
and you'll get her
and she's yours to keep
yours to embrace
into oblivion
the end of days
 

Geen Vriend

waarvoor dient een vriend
die zich boven jou plaatst
en alleen aan zichzelf denkt
en aan jou pas het laatst?

wat heb je aan een vriend
die jou ít geluk niet meer gunt
omdat het wat afwijkt
van wat misschien had gekund?

wat doe je met een vriend
in eenrichtingsverkeer?
stuur je hem terug
of denk je: ď ít hoeft al niet meerĒ?

wat moet je met een vriend
die je vertrouwen misbruikt
als je een ander verkiest
zodat je weer onderduikt?

verdien je wel een vriend
die Ďt verschil niet kan zien
tussen vriendschap en liefde?
dan toch geen vriend misschien?

 
Rijk Van Twee

hij klopt bij haar aan; dat doet hij zo graag
hij wil haar bezitten, het liefst nog vandaag
berekent zijn kansen op weer 'n nieuwe start
maar wat als je vriendschap met liefde verwart
totaal onbegrepen huilt hij bij haar uit
zij troost hem met woorden, een hemels geluid

maar zodra ze in zijn armen ligt
haar mond wat open, haar ogen dicht
voelt-ie zich sterk als een dwingeland
een ware despoot in dromenland
dan is ze van hem, al was 't maar voor even
voor haar zou hij net niet zijn eigen leven geven
hij droomt hun toekomst met bloed doorlopen ogen
zijn boerenverstand had hem niets voorgelogen
"king of the world" in zijn rijk van twee
hij is de koning en zij volgt gedwee

nog nooit is hij zo gelukkig geweest
elke seconde een wonderlijk feest
hij laat haar niet los, hij laat haar niet gaan
hij laat haar maar slapen, het is volle maan
maar dan wordt ze wakker en wil ze naar bed
hij maakt zich kwaad als hij eruit wordt gezet

dan klopt hij op haar, dat doet hij zo graag
hij wil haar bezitten, het liefst nog vandaag
hij vindt dat zij heeft gespeeld met zijn hart
dat is als je liefde met vriendschap verwart
totaal onbegrepen slaat hij haar neer
hij troost haar met woorden, zij hoort hem niet meer

en zodra ze
opnieuw  in zijn armen ligt
haar mond
bebloed, haar ogen dicht
voelt-ie zich sterk als een dwingeland
een ware despoot in dromenland
dan is ze van hem, al was 't maar voor even
voor haar zou hij net niet zijn eigen leven geven
hij droomt hun toekomst met bloed doorlopen ogen
zijn boerenverstand had hem niets voorgelogen
"king of the world" in zijn rijk van twee
hij is de koning en zij volgt gedwee

I've sinned again

On Monday I'm a married man
On Tuesday still a married man
On Wednesday I'm an angry man
On Thursday still an angry man
On Friday I'm a single man
On Saturday a single man
On Sunday I'm a different man
Oh, God knows that I've sinned again

Memory Lane

there's a road ahead of me
drained in mist and morning dew
a road full of mysteries
festering pain and bally hoo
it's that road in twenty years
that's about to change its name
a million people interfere
and then we call it memory lane

Maar 1 toekomst

nog niet zo lang geleden heb ik je laten staan
ik wou je laten zien dat ik bij je weg kon gaan
het was echt nog het enige dat ik nog kon doen
ik reed weg zonder uitleg maar ik denk nog steeds aan toen
ik zag je in de verte en ik kwam dichterbij
daar stond ik vlakbij jou en jij keek plots naar mij
mijn hart ging almaar sneller slaan door dicht bij jou te zijn
je wist nog steeds niet wat je wou en dat deed me zo'n pijn

ik zag het niet meer zitten
ik liet je in de kou
en ik zie maar 1 toekomst
en dat is die met jou

we zijn twee weken later en er ging geen dag voorbij
dat ik zwetend wakker werd met niemand aan mijn zij
heeft het leven nog wel zin, wat komt er na jou
een desillusie rijker want ik blijf altijd van jou
ik weet niet wat de toekomst brengt, het maakt me zo benauwd
ik hou van jou en ik weet ook dat jij nog van me houdt
wat is het leven eenzaam, wat is mijn hartje stil
verliefd zijn is een vloek voor wie er aan ontsnappen wil

ik zag het niet meer zitten
ik liet je in de kou
en ik zie maar 1 toekomst
en dat is die met jou

je kruipt stilaan naar boven uit de schaduw van weleer
ik heb je willen helpen, maar dan ging je zo tekeer
ik voel je in elke plooi van mijn getormenteerde ziel
sinds je in mijn armen lag, ja, sinds ik voor je viel
uit schrik liet ik je vallen als een dolgedraaide steen
en ik stak mijn hand uit, want alleen is maar alleen
hoe lang zou ik nog wachten of wacht jij nu op mij
tot ik weer vergeven kan, hoor ik er niet meer bij

mijn vlam

jij stroomt doorheen mijn ad'ren
als een virus in mijn bloed
jij kleeft aan elke vezel
van m'n pas gewassen goed
ik wil jou uit m'n lichaam
ik wil jou uit m'n hoofd
voordat het te laat is
voor mijn vlam is uitgedoofd

alomtegenwoordig
bij alles wat ik doe
ik kan het niet verdragen
ik weet echt niet meer hoe
ik voort zal gaan zonder jou
met welk medicament
krijg ik jou uit mijn systeem
uit mijn appartement

iedere gedachte
die ik heb is zo besmet
dat vergeten moeilijk wordt
aan tafel en in bed
't was een droom die ik verwarde
met de werkelijkheid
ik ben verslaafd aan jou, m'n vlam,
hoezeer het me ook spijt

ach, ik neem mezelf niets kwalijk
want ik kon in jou geloven
zelfs toen het al te laat was
en mijn muze weg gevlogen
wie komt met de remedie
wie zalft m'n zielepijn
en geeft me extra zuurstof
zodat ik weer mezelf kan zijn

Same old photograph

behold the man; he lived the life of danger
for 80 years he's remained a stranger
now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame
lying on a star of a glorious dame

Ever since his love had gone
he didn't have one day of fun
he'd been searching all over the world
to find a track of his loving girl

behold the man; he lived among the stars
fourteen houses, fourteen cars
now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame
lying on a star of a glorious dame

Everybody knows his name
but not his face and not his game
he saved the world, oh more than once
in every city he's got fans

behold the man; he lived a life of pity
he lost her between Prague and New York City
now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame
lying on a star of a glorious dame

a Molly Ringwald lookalike
taken away in the middle of a fight
she cried out his illustrious name
and that's how he lost this game

behold the man, disappeared from this world
holding a photo of him and his girl
now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame
lying on a star of a glorious dame

a sweet old lady across the street
wiped her tears, indiscreet
the same old photograph in her hand
she knew he'd never understand

behold the man who lived the life of danger
but to his love he remained a stranger
now he's found dead on the Walk Of Fame
smiling on a star of a glorious dame

Dichter bij de zon

haar vluchtige praatjes vulden een luchtballon
op weg naar een wereld ver weg van de zon
die ongenadig brandt op haar zwaarbeladen rug
van zonden, en nu is er geen weg terug
rechtlijnig drijvend naar tť koele oorden
ver afgeweken door haar al te mooie woorden
die nietszeggend de ballon deden zwellen
maar ze wil graag omlaag om vragen te stellen
het antwoord volgt als een paarse parabool
gedraaid rondom zijn ziel op de dool
hij is de drakenrijder, ontvlucht uit de lies
op een laatste queeste die hij niet verkiest
van op zijn gevleugelde hengst uit de hel
volgt hij de praatjes die hem hebben gekweld
en ja, daarboven hoog in de atmosfeer
een luchtballon en die stijgt meer en meer
want zij blijft praten waarmee ze niets zegt
haar vrees om te branden wordt nu toch wel echt
onversaagd klieft de draak door de lucht
het hemelruim speurend naar de ziel op de vlucht
en steeds dichter nadert hij, zijn ziel zo kortbij
sneller dan 't geluid, de praatjes voorbij,
geraakt hij tot aan de luchtballon
met enorme proporties, zo groot als de zon
met gretige klauwen klampt hij zich vast
en ze dalen voorwaar door die extra ballast
de blaren op haar handen vertellen
meer dan wat ook zijn ziel konden kwellen
de drakenrijder is weer ťťn geheel
en zachtjes brengt hij de ballon naar benÍen
en weer tsjilpt de mus met de praatjes verstomd
en zij straalt weer hoe dichter hij komt

De mug moest weer eens plassen

op mijn droomeiland lag ik
genietend van de laatste schittering
van de ondergaande zon
liggend in mijn hangmat van plezier
de mug deed een plasje in de zee
en nog een en nog een en
mijn eiland werd almaar kleiner
ik rolde mijn hangmat op en vlijde
me neer op het wankele palmblad
met de hangmat onder mijn arm voel
ik het water me optillen en zie ik
mijn eiland verzwolgen worden door
het plasje van de mug; doelloos
zwalpend op de oceaan der zuchten
sluit ik mijn ogen en geef me over
de wind bezorgt wel wel een nieuwe plek
waar ik mijn hangmat mag ontrollen
ik ben niet bang van de mug en die
heeft nu geen dorst meer

 

Wolk voor de zon(de)

ik werp jouw dolk kaarsrecht omhoog
en vlij me neer op het gazon
de scherpe punt van jouw metaal
doorklieft mijn ziel onder de zon
toch streelt mijn lach, ik kijk omhoog
en zie jouw zilte tranen vallen
je blik gericht op mijn open hart
langsheen bloeddoorlopen wallen
ik kijk je aan, steeds recht omhoog
en zie de twijfels nu verdwijnen
als zwarte sneeuw onder de zon
en voel mijn angsten nog verkleinen
ik leid jouw hand gestaag naar boven
tot aan het heft van je eigen dolk
ik zie je plots veel minder klaar
de zon verscholen door een wolk
je trekt je dolk niet uit het gat
maar draait hem dieper in mijn hart
en dat is net wat ik verwacht had:
voor mij is dit een nieuwe start.

De Kortste Weg

de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag
ligt kronkelend met twijfels bezaaid
door haar uitgestrooid in een heel dunne laag
door haar oh zo mooi in het gras net gemaaid
de verse knopjes vakkundig afgetopt
de gedachte naar Morgen in de kiem gesmoord
de maaier van de wegen is weer eens gestopt
de rust in het dorp is weeral verstoord

de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag
zou een eenrichtingsstraat moeten zijn
de weg naar Morgen betreed ik zo graag
maar het wederkeren doet me zo'n pijn
mijn schouders gekneusd door de drukte alom
de ballast op m'n rug duwt mijn voeten in 't slijk
tegen de stroom in; ik kijk achterom
naar de schoonheid van Morgen voordat ik bezwijk

do kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag
is open en duurt maar amper een knipoog
ik verliet 'r in Morgen om op 'n simpele vraag
het antwoord te zoeken; het zit me vrij hoog
terug in Vandaag wat verdwaasd wat verward
ziet ze me niet, maar ik haar zo klaar
flirtend met gist'ren dicht aan haar hart
en haar volle tas twijfels, die staat alweer klaar

de kortste weg van Morgen naar Vandaag
is zo kort dat de terugweg de moeite niet lijkt
dan vraag ik me af waarom ik niet meer klaag
want ik wil dat de waarheid haar gelaat bekijkt
en de zaadjes der twijfel die groeien gezwind
zowat alles verstikkend bij weinig verweer
de platgetreden weg naar Morgen vind
ik wel en stampvoetend omhels ik haar weer.

Gevonden door jou

je vond me enkele maanden geleden en je speelde met me
ik speelde met jou
je raakte gehecht aan mij en ik aan jou
ik hield van jou en was je trouw zoals elke hond
toch was je m'n baasje niet en ik niet je hond
nee, we waren vrienden, dikke vrienden
uren knuffelen en meer... een paradijs
die intimiteit
die geborgenheid
die veiligheid
leven
je ging weg voor lange tijd
eerst was ik droef, heel droef
maar ik wist dat je terug ging komen om mij
en je kwam ook terug, maar niet meer dezelfde
je was anders
en dat was exact wat ik reeds voelde enkele dagen voor je vertrek
een hond voelt zoiets onmiddellijk als hij zich thuis voelt
nu zit ik alleen in mijn hok
ik zie je niet meer
ben je me beu of heb je een andere hond...
aan welke boom ga je hem dan hangen achteraf...
toch zal ik kwispelen wanneer je weer langskomt
ik ben tenslotte maar een hond
ik weet niet beter
ik weet wat goed was en wil dat terug
en de slechte dagen, wel, die vergeet ik gewoon
omdat ik maar een hond ben
en die blijven trouw
tot wanneer ze geschopt worden
tot wanneer ze geslagen worden
dan bijten ze en grommen ze
ik bijt nog niet
maar wil wel grommen
want ik voel me niet zo goed
je gaat met me uit
maar ik mag plots niet meer binnen
ik laat iets horen, maar jij negeert me
moet ik echt beginnen grommen...
ik voel me achtergelaten in een bos
een geweldige wandeling was dat
maar dan zonder een plezierig einde
een einde zonder antwoorden
zal iemand me hier vinden
zal jij me hier zoeken
wil ik wel gevonden worden door jou...

Battle of the blankets

in the battle of the blankets
it's the feet that always lose
no matter how you turn and twist
it's the arms that always choose
the hands are warm, the fingers closed
the upper body wants the most
and it's no use to tuck 'em in
because you know the blankets win

in the battle of the blankets
the tallest one will lose for sure
no mathematics can foretell
for cold feet, no, there ain't no cure
left side loses, right side too
problems double when there are two
and it's no use to tuck 'em in
because you know the blankets win

in the battle of the blankets
every woman starts the fight
she's always having big complaints
same old story every night
"give it back, get out of bed,
stop pulling or you are dead!"
yet it's no use to tuck 'em in
because you know the blankets win

in the battle of the blankets
they team up with every sheet
sort of intertwined in love
the blankets always have to cheat
oft too cold, too hot in summer
cold and sweaty, that's a bummer
for it's no use to tuck 'em in
because you know the blankets win

Keeper of my soul

i named you the keeper of the soul i gave to you
i hope you guard it well as it's not yours to give away;
but you found it necessary to throw it all away
you could've been the princess i always saw in you

i don't like what you did, but i love who you really are
you're more than boobs and fairy eyes, much more than people see
as your intellect and spirit so attractive to me;
to live my life without you was my hardest choice so far

how difficult it is for you to be the only true you
is something hard to comprehend as i cannot understand
why you neglect the seeds already growing in your hand
why you are trying to live a life that really doesn't suit you

i will never tell a living soul about the pain
it caused me while reflecting all the miracles i saw;
you'll never cease to amaze me; i'll always be in awe
no matter all the energy that i had saved in vain

and yet i had to let you go; this love kills who i am
i simply had to let you go; this love kills all i got
yet i know who you are and certainly what you are not;
it was such a silly wish to hope i'd be your man

Never trust a dream
each time she won't defend me
is another scar upon my soul
each time she lets him say those names
the less she sees me as a whole
how come she cannot value
the real meaning of a word
as if she has forgotten
all the times that sheís been hurt
sheís stolen my tranquility,
my everpresent smile
sheís sucked away my energy,
oh yeah, that is her style
but most of all i hate her
for the dream that has gone bad
she was just an illusion
and i'll have to live with that
my mind has been her playground
and she got me all deluded
i'll never trust a living soul
and that's myself included
The Good Guy Comes Last
the ultimate terror of watching decay
is witnessing the night taking over the day
through poisoned mind by wormtongue tied
i want to pull her back into the light
but i can't vanquish ghosts from the past
in horror tales the good guy comes last

cheats never prosper, they may survive a while
when all good intentions become an art of guile
she's flattered by demons, surrounded by ghosts
how could i ever doubt whom she's loving the most
'cause i can't vanquish ghosts from the past
in horror tales the good guy comes last

i live in the future, my hind leg's in today
each backward glance is leading me astray
i can't let a nightmare take over my dream
and make me the man that i've never been
yet i can't vanquish ghosts from the past
in horror tales the good guy comes last
Leeg

leeg
dat ben ik
een uitgepakt cadeau dat plezier heeft gegeven
mooi om te zien, al was het maar voor even
een ledepop met lede ogen, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
een bodemloos vat dat steeds overstroomde
van geluk waarvan zelfs een junkie droomde
een high per dag, ja, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
als door een vampier vermomd uitgezogen
naÔef onbeschermd gebruikt en bedrogen
mijn altijd open armen, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
wanneer mijn schaduw tot streep verwordt
liefde als dwarsligger, kruis omgord
moeilijk om dragen, maar ja, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
compleet uitgehold door loze woorden
die zelfs een dove kunnen vermoorden
de lieve luisteraar, ja, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
een draaikolk van dromen over trouw
nu windstil gewaand door 'ik hou van jou'
doorheen wolken gevallen, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
op zoek naar waarheid aan de bron
om me te laven zo vaak ik maar kon
uitgedroogd en brak, dat ben ik
leeg
dat ben ik
de koene krijger moe gestreden
een prinsenpijn da's pas geleden
verleden tijd, ja, dat ben ik
 

Bespeeld

ik schreeuw m'n liefde van de daken
jij vanonder 't laken
een muur houdt mij niet tegen
en jij draalt halverwege
ik heb jou op m'n tong
nog voor de wereld begon
jij kijkt te veel in 't rond
en draait nog liever met je kont
om alle kansen te vrijwaren
en contacten te vergaren.
ik ben van jou, jij van iedereen
op elke foto die jij deelt, daarop sta ik alleen
en wat me 't meeste stoort
is jouw virtuele poort
veilig vanachter je pc
ga jij met iedereen in zee
jij drinkt je laveloos en hoopt
dat passie daarmee wordt vergroot
en jij denkt dat dat mij bevalt
maar af en toe dan riep ik halt
jij hoort me niet, je hebt 't zo druk
je loopt zo in je ongeluk
mijn aandacht vind je niet genoeg
alsof de wereld naar je vroeg
en telkens weer kruipt je t'rug
en ben je plots niet meer zo stug
dan vind je steun al op m'n schouders
en bel je nog eens met je ouders
en alles lijkt weer koek en ei
de twijfels zijn dan weer voorbij
zo laat je mij weer in de waan
zodat je weer je gang kan gaan
op kousenvoeten liep ik rond
te hopen da'k geen leugens vond
maar ik zat er dus middenin
en dat was al van in 't begin
voor jou heb ik altijd een vuurtje
voor jou was ik maar een avontuurtje
want jij wilt constant and'ren zien
waar, denk je, ben ik dan misschien?
ik heb oh zo lang gewacht
en je leek me niet verdacht
maar plots viel alles in zijn plooi
en zat ik in je gouden kooi
de sleutel had je me zelf gegeven
en toch kan ik je dit vergeven
geef eindelijk toe maar doe dit vlug
of je ziet me nooit terug

Past

The past is a prison with one open door
and there's no need for a key to escape
now just run away and leave
in freedom you believe
and run to me before it is too late

The past is nothing more than a wishing well
great to look at if you're standing at the top
as yesterday will not come back
there's not a single thing you lack
it's your will that can save you from the drop

The past is an addictive place to dwell in
there's a familiar face contorted by your dream
the ghost must not be followed
you'd forget there is tomorrow
there's still a million places to be seen

The past is a history book to learn from
it cannot answer every question in your head
but if you look at each mistake
when finally you are awake
you'll see the future is a better place instead
 

The Silhouette Of Broken Dreams
i get thinner day by day
and overnight i waste away
though i'm still eating all i can
i'm now the disappearing man

like a pupil of a cat at noon
my shade is cast upon the moon
i wear the willow in dismay
as i get thinner day by day

the statue is a statuette
the silly man a silhouette

i'm half the man i used to be
i'm twice the boy i used to flee
from as my mind is playing tricks
the boy without his tindersticks

now you see me now you don't
will you kill me no you won't
one day you'll wish to hold on to me
oh sorry, i'm not who i used to be

the statue is a statuette
the silly man a silhouette 

 

Everyday is Valentine

everyday is valentine
when i look upon that girl of mine
she's radiating what i crave for
what to live for, what to die for

everyday is valentine
when i taste her lips of red cherry wine
i dream of golden sand in my sandals
wine on a beach only lit by candles

everyday is valentine
when sitting in the shade of a lonesome pine
we don't have to say a single phrase
to know there are 300 valentine days

Satan's favourite cupcake

i trust the world
the world trusts me
and there's this girl
that i must see
too credulous
i went through life
so fabulous
and sharp the knife

i don't care if they all despise me
'cause no one can look so deep inside me
but you
curiosity never killed a cat
it's paranoia that did all that
for what i've done there's one excuse
an acceptable lie for a love to lose
and you

there's no better slimming-course
than heartbreak after heartbreak
while being fed by paranoia
satan's favourite cupcake

Last Call Of The Coyote

6.30 on a summerís day
Still 90 in the shade
At Juan Pedroís bar
Heís gonna meet hit fate
Today he lost his girl
To his one and only friend
He only needs a drink
As this day will never end

8.30 on a summerís day
Still at Juan Pedroís bar
Another drink, another fight
He knows heís gone too far
He runs into the desert
As he cannot understand
Gotta get away from there
As far away he can

9.30 on a summerís night
Oh what a dreadful day
The day she disappeared
The day she went away
Sitting head on his knees
How had this mess begun
More and more hating
The crazy fool he has become

10.30 on a summerís night
The last part of the day
Thereís no light in the desert
And all will fade away
Heís getting cold
No one to interfere
The call of the coyote
Is the last thing he will hear

 

Tequila sundown

an open door in a hotel room
for lonely people and where were you
while you were howling to the moon
where was your girl and where were you

i need a double shot of tequila
i need a second shot of tequile
i need another shot of tequila
and just one more

the girl came back to the hotel room
for lonely people and where were you
while you were howling to the moon
an empty room so where were you

i want a double shot of tequila
i want a second shot of tequila
i want another shot of tequila
and just one more

no empty chair in the hotel bar
for lonely people and there was you
and dancing in the middle like a movie star
was the girl you love, just waiting for you

i got a double shot of tequila
i got a second shot of tequila
i got another shot of tequila
and this one is for you

Ginger Satisfaction

I see the sunset and the sunrise
in the colour of your hair
I see Ayer's Rock and henna colours
when I gaze at you, oh so fair
No Martian field can amaze me more
than the complexion of your hair
on a moon lit night on a sandy beach
I am struck by its golden glare

As I overestimate my strength to resist
I act as if I don't really care
my unlocked mind avoids your golden locks
while in my dreams they're always there
In my urge to feel Tibetan silk
I gently touch your manes I show no fear
and all the wonders of the world are in my reach
as the sun shines bright and the sky is clear

 

 

All The Boys And The Girls

all the boys and the girls of my age
walk two by two in the crowd
all the boys and the girls of my age
know this is what love's about

always eye to eye and hand in hand
in love without fear for the next day
but I, poor soul, walk alone in the streets
yet no one loves this poor soul, no way

yesterday is like tomorrow
no whispering from my dear
no joy and so much sorrow
no "i love you" in my ear

all the boys and the girls of my age
have future at joint expense
all the boys and the girls of my age
know that "i love you" makes sense

always eye to eye...

every day and every night
are no difference to me
no joy and so much sorrow
when will the sun shine for me?

all the boys and the girls of my age
know 'bout love, but i don't
like all the boys and the girls of my age
i'm wondering when love shall come

when eye to eye and hand in hand
so happy and i would have no fear
my soul wouldn't hurt no more
the day i may call you my dear

Steps

with every step i'm a little bit older
with every step it's a little bit colder
i think i'm gonna stay
as i don't know what to say
cos with every step
i'm getting further away from you

with every step i don't wanna try
with every step the end is getting nigh
i think i'm gonna stay
as i don't know what to say
cos with every step
i'm getting further away from you

with every step i'm losing tracks
with every step i wanna go back
i think i'm gonna stay
as i don't know what to say
cos with every step
i'm getting further away from you

 

 

Piccadilly bound

Fear and fascination
fashion alienation
dream on
the 60s gone
watch 'em hangin' 'round
Piccadilly bound
almost half a century passed
style came first, I came last
Too young, too shy
I wonder why
I had fear and fascination
for this fashion alienation
the 80s there!
the 60s where?
watch 'em hangin' 'round
Piccadilly bound
violent colours
femmes fatales
from Andy Warhol
to Chagall
dandelion sky
in a bed of lillies
I wish I were born
on Piccadilly

Calypso Love (Drink my rum)

cocoanut woman
drink my rum
and let's go back
to when time's begun
i'll be your adam
and you my eve
and i'll make sure
you will never ever leave

cocoanut woman
drink my rum
it's home made brew
so let's get drunk
when you drink with me
you won't regret
to wake up in a hammock
and no longer in a bed

cocoanut woman
drink my rum
you'll be my moon
and i'll be your sun
an eclipse every night
an eclipse every day
as i wish upon a star
this day will never fade away

cocoanut woman
drink my rum
don't be afraid
and sing along my song
about calypso love
in paradise
turquoise waves
under burgundy skies

drink my rum
and let's get drunk
cocoanut woman
in this paradise of fun

Reasons

i watch the sun go down
in a far away land
on the top of a mountain of joy
i look to the east
to the borders of the land
and i look upon the days i was a boy
i look to the south
and i try to understand
why the bad days are slower than the good
i look to the north
beyond the borders of the land
and i realize i never understood
why there's no reason
no real reason
for everything that will ever be
the only thing that really counts
is now and you and me

i watch the sun go down
in a far away land
sitting near the bluest mountain lake
i look to the west
and i see myself a man
who wants to live a life without mistake
i look to the east again
and it is getting dark again
my childhood days have made me strong
i watch the sun go down
knowing it will rise again
to wipe away the bad things gone wrong
'cause there's no reason
no real reason
for everything that will ever be
the only thing that really counts
is now and you and me

I might hear you

talk to me
even when i'm not around
i might hear you
in the wind, in any sound
that makes me feel so fine

whisper your thoughts
even when i'm sleeping
i might hear you
in a dream, under a wheeping
willow caressing my mind

talk to me
even when you're all alone
i might hear you
and i'll pick up the phone
and you'll know all is fine

Late at night

dainty is the gesture
and luxurious the pain
many times so flawless
as the loss becomes the gain
notwithstanding it was late

't gebaar is zo gracieus
als de weelderige pijn
net zo smetteloos de tijd
is 't verlies een winstdomein
al is het nog zo laat

tomorrow is another day
another life another game
neverending stories
in the middle of a name
are you ready

demain est un autre jour
autre vie, autre jeu
mais Áa n'termine jamais
au milieu d'un nom
n'es-tu pas prÍt

A king and a boy

everybody loves my baby
she's all mine and that ain't bad
she ain't just anybody's baby
as all can see and witness that

everytime i see my baby
close to me as passion's burning
so strong a man it drives me crazy
in my mind and in my yearning

everybody wants my baby
she's got only eyes for me
it blurs my mind sometimes and maybe
i'm so blind i cannot see

everybody loves my baby
i shouldn't blame those men for that
she sticks to me like passion's gravy
she's the best i ever had

everytime i see my baby
i'm a king and i'm a boy
so what if life is getting crazy
i can laugh i can enjoy

everybody wants my baby
i shouldn't worry not at all
like the vagabond and his fair lady
our names are written on the wall

oldest story in the book

i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon
it's lying on the corner of my bed
and yet i hate her so profoundly because
she's been sleeping with someone else instead
for half a year she's lied at me
as if i were naive enough
to believe that i wouldn't find out
for half a year she's cried for me
"oh you're the one i'm thinking of"
but if it wouldn't work, it'd be my fault
still i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon
it's still lying on the corner of my bed
when i wake up with my head upon that pillow
i get drunk and dizzy as i scent her sweat
for half a year i've been used
in a way no one should ever feel
it's the oldest story in the book
for half a year i've felt accused
for not being able to kneel
down at an altar on a crook
i can't remove the pillow-case she slept upon
it's lying on the corner of my bed
i hate myself for this uncontrollable urge
and all the crazy things inside my head
for half a year ago till now
it was like a fairy tale
too good to be true on both sides
for half a year ago it has
begun to fester, but i failed
to connect all the dots and the signs
i was sleeping in a dream
but i woke up in a nightmare

 

can't get her out of my mind

i see her when i wake up
and when i go to bed
even in my dreams she's there
my private internet

i hear her on the radio
in each and every song
sometimes it is a whisper
and sometimes it is too strong

no matter how hard i try
i can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
i really can't get her out of my mind

i smell her in the garden
lavender and thyme
no matter if i have a cold
i smell her all the time

no matter how hard i try
i can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
i really can't get her out of my mind

but still i cannot touch her
although she's very close
always out of reach
oh yes she's one of those
you'll be the first to know

one day i'll leave this planet; i'll go cruisin' to the stars
my mind is my own space ship that's been built on planet mars
no one understands me when i talk about my thoughts
i think von daniken knew astronauts were gods

one day day my trip will take me far away from all that jazz
to understand the future i must leave behind my past
today i'm called a dreamer but in one hundred years
they all will have to recognize that future interferes

i'm packed but not yet ready to go
you'll be the first to know

the hardest part in leaving earth is leaving my true love
i don't know when i'll have the guts to say "i'm taking off"
i'm living in the future when all is said and done
you are the only reason why i'm not already gone
cold

everytime before the lights go out i take a good look everywhere
and everytime before i lift the blankets i realise you're still over there
every night i sleep alone in my own heaven dreaming of your being here
and every morning i wake up alone, all naked, cold because you ain't here

my bed's too cold without you
too cold when you're away
don't want to sleep alone no more
i want you here to stay
cuz every morning i wake up alone
all naked, cold, every day
hipsville (let's go to)

my girl and i
at first we were shy
we only kissed on the lips
i did not know her
didn't want to show her
i was looking at the center of her hips

just swing your hips
around my fingertips
let's go to hipsville

turned on the radio
hipsville was the show
we went wild to every song
we got undressed
by looks impressed
we shook our hips all night long
mirror man

the mirror man is always sad and serious
he's never full of joy and never furious
i always say hi, but silence is his word
why does he look as if he's always hurt

sympathy for that guy sounds really silly
always dressed up cool like rockabilly
i like him a lot but i can't really see
why he always tries so hard to copy me

don't cry for me mirror man
i'm not as sad as you might think
don't try this over and over again
please mirror man, sing

as far as i can see he's rather handsome
and still he looks so shy and lonesome
we could be friends and i wonder why
i see a tear and he looks me in the eye
miss diabolique

oh miss diabolique
qeen of kitsch, swingin' chick
move, move acrosse the floor
it is me standing at your door

please miss diabolique
queen of kitsch, swingin' chick
please, please remove your mask
there is something i'd like to ask

hey miss diabolique
queen of kitsch, swingin' chick
try, try me just for fun
i'm like a bullet from a loaded gun

dance miss diabolique
queen of kitsch, swingin' chick
dance, dance around my brain
bring me joy instead of pain

dance miss diabolique
queen of kitsch, swingin' chick
dance   dance around with me
the modern times are killing me
intense

i have been on my own since the age of twelve
i could not be told i only listened to myself
i lost my faith i lost my trust i threw away a lot
i didn't need no mum or dad, no teacher and no god
a rebel i have never been  i think i was too smart
i never gave away my hope as i did with my heart
years have passed and finally i've found someone who can
listen to my aching heart and wants to understand
she listens to her mum and dad although she's 24
boy, if they knew she'd been with me and what she did before
when so-called security becomes an iron fence
there's little opportunity for love so intense
first ticket to the moon

it was my first ticket to the moon
it didn't come too late and it didn't come too soon
at first i feared i wouldn't be prepared
but now i'm glad that i've been over there

it was unlike anything else
i've ever done before
there were flashes, there were bells
oh, wow, there was so much more
than i thought i could ever comprehend
but now that i know i can understand
what all the hustle was about
i've been to outerspace and it was far out

it was my first ticket to the moon
it didn't come to late and it didn't come too soon
at first i feared i wasn't prepared
but now i'm glad that i've been over there
magnet to my thoughts

i go to bed and i think of you
i get up and i think of you
in my dreams i see your face
all the nights and all the days
you're like a magnet to my thoughts

dream or nightmare all the same
it's like i've known you all the time
if you wouldn't exist, i'd given you a name
you'd be surprised of these thoughts of mine

it's eerie to listen to your inner voice
to listen to your fears, to your joys
you've said things i've written to myself
years ago as it happened to yourself
you're like a magnet to my thoughts

you know me better than i know myself it seems
but you don't seem to realise
perhaps we share these inner thoughts in our dreams
't may even happen in front of our eyes
baby vampire

i'm a baby vampire only 30 years of age
i've been locked up for years and now i left behind my cage
on each moon lit night dwelling through deserted streets
i need virgin blood to be spilled on my sheets

i'm a baby vampire i'm dead but what the heck
when i find a virgin girl i'll kiss her in the neck
she'll be another vampire night life will be awaiting
she must find a virgin boy 'cuz there's no time for dating

bad bat girl - bite me again

i'm a baby vampire i know i cannot die
i'll always be a young boy and you know i cannot lie
when i'm looking for a girl to satisfy my thirst
i think of the bat girl who has bitten me at first

bad bat girl - bite me again
daddy dear

i have a mum, a new dad too
a brother and a sister and a cat
now i don't know what to do
thinking all the time of my real dad
after seven years he has found
a brand new love for my dad
she's got a daughter of her own
and where's my place in all that

i've been crying all night long
and i no longer know what to do
i want to be happy and to be strong
and i want him to be happy too
is jealousy making me feel so bad
because they can see him more than i
i want to spend more time with my dad
but maybe that will make my mummy cry

daddy i'm still your little girl
don't you forget about me
i still need you daddy dear
do you still need me

i'm alone but not alone
it's hard for me to explain
at my dad it's not my home
inbetween seven years of pain
and he's got a family now
and her daughter's got a new dad
i want to tell him; don't know how
afraid it'll make him sad
cannibal love

i bite your neck, i chew your lips
i nibble on your fingertips
i gnaw on your nipples and all of a sudden
my tongue's playing with your button

i wanna eat you for breakfast and lunch all day long
i'm fond of the forbidden taste of you on my tongue
is this what they call
cannibal love

i drink your juices, i cook your blood
you're so spicy, you're so hot
i don't like meat, but i sure love flesh
especially when it's young and fresh

i wanna eat you morning, noon and night
i lick, chew, suck, nibble and bite
is this what they call
cannibal love

i split your smooth body in half
i feel the softness of your calf
and the succulence of your inner thighs
up to the center of paradise

for me it's such a punishment
not having you for nourishment
is this what they call
cannibal love
michael

a champ like him shows no stress
just the biggest smile in any kinda mess
but hey, after his final whistle
he will make everybody listen
to a tale of records and all that jazz
what he has found, wherever he was

oh boy, he loves red and white
for hair and skin, with all his might
steel balls fondling in his hand
three pairs rolling in the sand
and under the golden pelican sun
he yells "New York, here I come!"

doing the manhattan mambo with lady day
near the wonder wheel on thanksgiving day
listening to louis with his prima donna
it's easy to find him if you wanna
next to his beer you'll see a dozen more
cos good ol' mikey has... friends galore
eyes never lie

whenever i look into your dark brown eyes
i wish i could read your mind
you're asking me questions with your frightened eyes
an answer is what you try to find
i feel the agony i feel your pain
can you feel mine too
how much longer can one stand the strain
because of a simple "i love you"

when love rules eyes never lie

what do you see when you look into my eyes
am i an open book
my eyes are the mirrors of my love inside
i hope you don't overlook
a deep look into a person's eyes
can tell more than a thousand words
afraid of the answers you might find
understanding that truth hurts
pretending

for a while i close eyes and i pretend that she's still here
i imagine it's her breath each time the wind blows in my ear
i enjoy this recollection and the early sun is warm
i raise my left hand and i feel the leaves caress my arm
the sweetness of the morning dew dropping on my salty face
will chase away the bitterness because of our parted ways

for a while i close my eyes and i pretend i'm over there
i smell her blossom toes i guess we were a perfect pair
for me she was the perfect girl she thought i was the perfect man
i kiss her neck and hold her close never to let go again
she was taken away from me in a way i just can't comprehend
and now it's back to a sorry life of dreaming and let's pretend
soul mate

i want to be the shoulder you can cry on
i can carry a lot of weight
i want to be the punchball you can hit
when you're full of doubt and hate
i can be your doctor or your lover
i can be the early morning sun
if you need me for healing or for loving
if you need a little trust or fun

i'm your soul mate

i want to be the one who wipes your tears
my lips can be your handkerchief
i want to be your personal headphone
who gives music instead of pain and grief
i can be your coach, can be your teacher
i can be whatever comes in mind
i'll guide you through the maze of life
unless there's someone else you'd like to find
stripper for the rest of my life

Iíve got a delicate complexion and quite a pretty face
I move my neverending legs in too mysterious ways
Every wallet opens when Iím showing my legs
to desperate men with a million travellersí cheques
They pay my bills, they ainít my leisure
in this neon light world of pain and pleasure
As long as I donít want to work from 9 to 5
I know Iíll be a stripper for the rest of my life

My friends think Iím a waitress in a cocktail bar
Others think Iím waiting to become a famous star
What if they would see me dancing in my underpants
Would they still be friends or is this where friendship ends?
Thatís why I donít tell and hide my smile in tears
Yet I know I cannot do this for another seven years
Is it Ďcause I donít want to be nobodyís wife
that Iíll be a stripper for the rest of my life

My best friend is my cat and a stripper of my age
Sheís the only one allowed to touch me on stage
While turning Ďround the pole and turning on the guys
I donít feel alright because I live a life of lies
Sometimes Iím really hurt and I could use a strong shoulder
Although I wonít grow up I still feel Iím getting older
Iím afraid Iíll be a stripper for the rest of my life
So afraid Iíll be a stripper for the rest of my life
quiff from outer space

setzer is a sissy
such a prissy missy
no more boppin', mr. stiff
a mirror as a friend
who'll betray him in the end
like dorian gray and his quiff

his gretsch feels uncanny
and his quiff is like his fanny
fragile and hurt too often
always losin' his voice
always bruisin' the toys
for his wigs already in his coffin

brian brian
what is that on your head
is it still alive
and can it still be fed
brian brian
what's hanging down your face
is it really yours
or just a quiff from outer space
i'm going to tiki's tonight

a second bottle of bacardi rhum
a cocktail waitress and a bongo drum
that is paradise to me

tequila sunrise, sound of the sea
friends under a coconut tree
that is paradise to me

hello honey, i'm going to tiki's tonight

passing out on a bamboo chair
happy faces everywhere
that is paradise to me

a jungle combo on stage
lotsa girls like bettie page
that is paradise to me

hello honey, i'm going to tiki's tonight
island in the city

for the very first time in my whole life
i want to live on a tropical island far away
and i don't care what people think of me
i wanna be there with you all night and day

never before i've felt what i'm feeling now
most people say that i must be insane
i'd be able to give up everything
and go away with you; when is the first plane

on an island in the sun
in the middle of L.A.
i've reserved a place for you
a place for you to stay

whenever you come across my mind
i feel the breeze of the palm trees above my head
i smell the salty air on our beach
and i don't want to share this with someone else instead

maybe i am running from reality
but i know so very well why i am running to you
is this a nightmare or just a crazy dream
in which all is possible not matter what i do
weekend demons

it takes about half an hour to get out of my lazy bed
i reach out for the light switch as i get dizzy in the head
i stumble to the bath room, smack my head against the door
all i can see are stars and then i'm lying on the floor

it never shows at work on monday i'm a total mess
it takes about an hour or so to get completely dressed
thank god i only got black socks so i can never err
the recollection of past days always is a blur

the weekend demons try to kill me, starting friday night
when i'm on the loose, on the booze 'til morning light
i avoid their greedy hands although they look me in the eye
every single monday morning i believe i cannot die

i always try not to take a girl back to my place
cuz when we wake up in the afternoon i gotta look upon her face
i never seem to able to remember the girl's name
and when she sees me that we're undressed, she often is ashamed

the weekend demons try to kill me, starting friday night
when i'm on the loose, on the booze 'til morning light
i avoid their greedy hands although they look me in the eye
every single morning i believe i cannot die
back on the track

i cry i cry and then i laugh a bit
and then i cry some more for the fun of it
at least that's what you think you see
you don't know anything 'bout me
'bout the way i think the way i work
i'm so fragile i'm easily hurt
and maybe
just maybe you will understand
some day

i'm a party animal with tears in my soul
the dancefloor's hot and you're all so cool
i'm a victim of my everlasting smile
as if pierrot's taken over my life
i may be small but not small enough
to disappear and get away from love
and maybe
just maybe i can get away
some day

i need my life i need my space
to take off my mask and see my face
as the mirror kicks me i wonder why
i'm so hard to myself although i try
to get back to the life i had
i realise now that it wasn't that bad
and maybe
just maybe i can get it back
some day
yes maybe
just maybe i'm back on the track
hotel room

nights in black velvet
a touch in the dark
in the ebony room
of tinseltown park
i am not alone
as three is a crowd
but who is who
when the lights are out
wrapped up in joy
body heat
shivers all over
from head to feet
a fluid body box
full of moans
a phallic dream dance
of skin and bones
black velvet morning
curtains are closed
i am not alone
i suppose
identity

i ain't hip
i ain't rich
i ain't hot
and music's all i got

i ain't no hunk
i ain't no drunk
i ain't wild
cuz that ain't my style

but i am me
and i ain't you
so stop telling me
what i should do

i ain't tall
ain't got no tan
i ain't strong
and i party all night long

oh, i am me
and i ain't you
so stop telling me
what i should do
Love is blue

yellow words
in a burgundy sky
but one is blue and
that is the lie
the red sarcasm
of the sunset now
is a result of
what we cannot allow
the blue one is
a four-letter word
it starts as hope
and it ends as hurt
so be aware when
green occurs
'cos then you'll know
things can't get worse
once words were white and clear
wrong colours give you fear

 

I'm a love bomb

use me take me
i'm longing for love
please abuse me
i can't get enough
too much energy
my mind's exploding
hold me close as
i cannot run away
hold me closer
hold me tight
i give you love when i give you light
desperate restless
i want you now
can you help me
as i don't know how
i got too much love to give

The manipulator

tall 'n' slim
a devil's grin
the boss in his own world
manipulating
copulating
his best friend's girl
irresponsible
dispensable
a garbage can in flesh
who'll tell a lie
and wonder why
who's causing him this mess

find a friend
betray a friend
as many times it fits
he's the manipulator
the manipulator

Speak

we all have our little unspoken truths
unspoken pains and unspoken hurts
we all die a little by unspoken wishes
unspoken dreams and unspoken words
but how can we cope with unspoken blues
unspoken thoughts and unspoken lies
that are being fed by unspoken vows
unspoken needs and unspoken cries

we all have our little unspoken prayers
unspoken laughs and unspoken pleasures
we can lose ourselves by unspoken business
unspoken joys and unspoken treasures
we learn how to cope with unspoken angels
unspoken demons and unspoken friends
how to overcome all those unspoken losses
unspoken griefs and unspoken ends

Disconnected

everybody likes me
nobody loves me
they all tear out pieces out of my heart
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
they take away pieces, one day i'll fall apart
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
i give and i give and they take and they take
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
until nothing can hold me and then i'm gonna break
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
who the fuck is gonna pick up the pieces
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
they're looking at me but nobody sees me
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
will i be missed when they have no one to talk to
everybody likes me
nobody loves me
...sorry lady, but this line's been disconnected...

That beautiful river

i know where my future lies
when i'm looking deep inside my soul
and deep inside my heart
i know where my future lies
it's that beautiful river
that is keeping us apart

i know where my future lies
leaving my home will be
the one and only way
i know where my future lies
from that beautiful river
it is not so far away

i know where my future lies
at the end of the tunnel
there's an unexpected light
i know where my future lies
oh that beautiful river
you are on the other side

Miss Allrightie

to know her is to love her
i'm glad most people don't
know her the way i do
the way i only can
the more i get to know her
the easier it gets
to love her unconditionally
against all odds and bets

to know her is to love her
it's sad most people can't
understand the reason why
she loves me as i am
the more i get to know her
the easier it is
to love her unconditionally
to love her as she is

Throughout the years

throughout the years i gave away
my heart more often than i should
and everytime i snatched it back
because it didn't feel so good

throughout the years i simply failed
to give away my burnin' soul
now you're the first one who can show me
how to see love as a whole

throughout the years i never met
a woman quite like you before
you've got this strange effect on me
you leave me wanting for even more

throughout the years i gave up hope
to find someone as fine as you
you'll be the first one that will hear
me say "here is my soul for you"

Day ting ting ting

my very last thought if i'd die tonight
will be about you and how i lost the fight
if i'd die tonight my very last word
will be your name, i know it'll hurt
if tonight's that night i hope you understand
why i spent my last dime
see my outstretched hand
it's a silver and a golden ring
my old heart goes ting ting ting

if i'd die tonight my very last smile
will be for you, it'll last a while
the very last face that my mind will see
will be yours full of tears watching over me
if i'd die tonight the very last sunshine
will be cast on you, you're mine all mine
you are my everything
my old heart goes ting ting ting

ting ting ting will come one day
for you i'd give my soul away
i'd die for you all over again
oh yes i would oh yes i would
for you i'll live my life again
oh yes i would oh yes i would

Child of the moon
 
as i watch the sky i can see the signs
in the clouds 'round the sun; it's uncompromising
and i listen to the birds as they sing their final song
in the trees chanting to the elven moon rising
i hear your name in every song they're singing
i feel your presence in the happiness they're bringing
you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night
with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light
that never dies
never lies
 
i see your face in every cloud when i'm in bed
i smell your tears in the raindrops falling on my head
you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night
with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light
that never dies
never lies
 
as i climb a tree to get closer to you
i can reach out and touch and i grab your hand
wherever you go, whatever you do
there's only one thing i hope to understand
why i hear your name in every word
why i listen to the song of every bird
you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night
with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light
that never dies
never lies
 
whatever you do, whatever you say
it doesn't change even if you can't stay
you're a child of the moon, a daughter of the night
with the sun in your hair and in your eyes a light
that never dies
never lies
 
Vanity

i'm messing up my sanity
all for the cause of vanity
don't wanna be 18 no more
in a body of 44
i'm spending future's energy
at light speed and it's killing me
a walkin' talkin' zombie clown
who's always there and goes around
accepting every invitation
from party one into sedation
the weekend's over before it's begun
i can remember only half of the fun
i live my life as fast as i can
'cause that makes me feel like a man
i listen to my friends' advice
to their stories and to their lies
i'm messing up my sanity
all for the cause of vanity

Dancing with demons

in hell i met my demons, in hell was where we met
on day 1 we were strangers; day 2 was spent in bed
we travelled through the galaxy of broken dreams and so-called friends
until there was a vortex circling 'round those grasping hands
together we escaped by holding on and i believed
that we were saved forever, oh boy i was relieved
fortune showed its wicked game as she, again, was mine
paranoid by nature, magnificent by design
then the demons called her name, hell, why did she comply
in the easiest of faithless ways to run away and try
to push away the love she had, to welter in the past
for lovin' a ghost's hopeless as it can never last
then i looked into the mirror and disliked my own reflection
of what i had become in exchange for some affection
i left behind my demons while she embraced them all
she couldn't live without them, she won't resist the call
i call her name with every single heartbeat, every breath
to call her back to me, it is my destiny till death
can she hear me calling, can she feel my silent yearning
as she's dancing 'round the demons and her confused mind's burning
will she hear my call while she's dancing all alone
half eaten away by demons, can she find her way back home

Someone better

I don't want someone better
I don't want someone new
the only girl in the whole wide
world is no one else but you

I gave away my soul
I gave away my heart
You can put me back together
without you I fall apart

You can make me happy
You can make me sad
You're the best and you're the worst
of all the girls I've had

I don't want someone better
I don't want someone new
the only girl in the whole wide
world is no one else but you

 

Blink

girl, you make me so angry
so angry i would smash my guitar
so angry 'cause i don't know where you are
why can you make me so angry

girl, you make me so fucked up
so fucked up i do crazy things
so fucked up 'cause the phone didn't ring
why can you make me so fucked up

girl, you make so restless
so restless i can't sleep at all
so restless 'cause you never call
why can you make me so restless

and all of this disappears in a blink
when i hear you, when i see you,
'cause maybe i still love you
love you more than anything

Entangled trees

the tares among the wheat were
once the men that wouldn't learn
as the bad man woke up down to earth,
the mushroom and the fern
and the gods were so angry,
that they ended mankind
nobody was killed though,
something else was on their minds
the oak tree in the middle
of the forest was this guy
who loved his girl unconditionally
and his branches reached for the sky
entangled though by a thousand twigs
of a beech tree shiny green
his girl was given back to him
and the gods loved this fairy scene
and the gods were no more angry
for their ending of mankind
nobody was killed though,
s
omething else was on their minds
it was a transformation,
for the good and for the bad

 
Her DNA inside my brain

should i stay or should i leave
or should i blame the human race
should i wonder or believe
when she looked me in the face
should i yell or should i weep
and should i laugh or should i fight
should i love or hate that creep
or close my eyes, oh god, i tried

should i listen to each sound
or should i hate the guts i lack
should i live on, turn around
and don't look back and don't look back
all these questions in my mind
are driving me insane insane
she played with me, boy i was blind
i was the prince in her own game

everything gets even worse
when lured into her open legs
emotion killer dressed in furs
a praying mantis never begs
a scarlet terror to all men
while playing with their sorry souls
intoxicated now and then
there ain't no gun that leaves no holes

should i care and help and pity
and talk to her or to the world
big disgrace for my fave city
how could i love this silly girl
all these questions in my mind
are driving me insane insane
deep within one day i'll find
her dna inside my brain
one day i'll find her dna
inside my brain inside my brain

Never enough

There was this one girl he really really loved
She was just too good to be true
He conquered the world; it never was enough
Always some more things to do
She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac
He loved her to death

Paranoia won and she won him too
He did all she ever asked for
How had this begun? What'd he gotten into?
Her own private task force
She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac
He loved her to death

If the bad weren't killed, the good guys were
He would even kill his mum
He was not thrilled when he shot her
She shouldn't've said he was dumb
She was a maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac
And now she's dead

Dearest memory

a different time
a different place
in many different ways
you'd be perfect for me
in twenty years
in twenty dreams
as if we still were teens
so what if it was perfect for me
life goes on
up and down
heartbeat after heartbeat
after heartbeat
after heartbreak
life goes on
and it feels good