Teksten - Makin' water


Sandblast

Sand-blast my eyes
Sound-blast my ears
Sand-blast all my blue moods
Till I got no more tears
Sand-blast my confinement
Let me out of here.

Sand-blast my little grey cells
Sand-blast my writin’ on the wall
Sound-blast all the blue notes on the muscial score
Sandblast my old menu, all blackpainted doors

Been bad and blue,
Thought I was doomed
To force my way to hell
But once I got there 
All I knew
I had to make it back
All those rules, did not like one of ‘m.

Sand-blast my dark stained soul,
Make it a virgin canvas
Sound-blast my melancholic voice,
It’s dying to sing adventurous
Sand-blast, sound-blast
Blast it to an unbearable past 




I know

I said: ‘oh my God, 
you got the most beautiful eyes that ever looked at me,’
and it’s a very poor try to talk to you in this vulgar poetry.’
She said: ‘I know, I know, I know.’

And I said: ‘Do you also know I wanna buy you a drink,
then get out of this bar, take a walk in the park 
and buy us some wedding rings.’
She said: ‘Well you sound pretty cool, 
but you move a little fast, don’t you think?’
I said: ‘I know, I know, I know.’

So I ordered champagne and we got on with the game.
And the man next to her, he got out.
I said: ‘Where is he going?’
She said: ‘Probably home, he’s my man and he works overnight.
We got married ten years ago, 
seas full of tears ago, no money, no love.
How about that walk in the park, with the stars in our eyes,
And no further questions, no why’s?’
And I said : ‘Sweetheart, let’s go.’ 
She said: ‘I know, I know, I know.’

So we got to the park with the stars in our eyes,
the moon in the pond and a mind full of why’s.
We did not say a word, and our bodies, they matched,
‘til the sound of the night turned into the sound of the light.
And I whispered: ‘Don’t ever go.’

She said : ‘I know, I know, I know.’

With a mind full of why’s,
and a bag full of lies, we split up and moved to our holes.
She said: ‘Don’t say goodbye to the stars in my eyes,
but don’t you come see me no more.’
I said: ‘I know, I know, I know.’ 




Come with the night

I woke up and had a drink
4 p.m. and wintertime
I could hear the silence sing
For that stranger in my mind

Save your ass son
Love’s no longer livin’ in this town
Save your ass son
Love is dead,
Come with the night

Sixty-nine years of this life
Your thirty-four, my thirty-five
Seemed to be more than enough
To find out love was a lie

Save your ass son
Love’s no longer livin’ in this town
Save your ass son,
Love is dead,
Come with the night.




Cry rivers

Comedy, comedy, comedy Capers
Where is the old life?
Comedy’s gone, I’m a lonesome backalleyscraper
Where the hell is my paradise?

All what I feel and all what I see
I don’t know if anything’s real,
Well the mind is dying while the bones are alive
And my heart is still kickin’ about
My perception of life is a parody now
It’s comedy with nobody laughing when I gotta laugh 
People laugh - As I close my eyes,

And cry a river on the inside
Cry rivers on the inside x3

Comedy, comedy, comedy Capers
Am I just a blank spot in your mind?
Comedy’s gone here, how about you?
Do you get on with your life?
Where the hell is your paradise?

Can you bring me the acid
That burned me out of your mind
I got these terrible dreams and they’re all about you
And your face and your blood and your smile
In every mirror so naked, I can see 
the small of your back gliding out my life

I cry a river on the inside
Cry rivers on the inside  x3

My perception of life is a parody now,
It’s a comedy with nobody laughing
When I gotta laugh
People laugh as I close my eyes,  cry river’s on the inside




We'll never agree

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, 
Thursday, Friday, the other day, 
Saturday, Sunday, eight days a week

Black day, sunny day, rough day,
Girlsday, playday, never-again-day
Days in the wildzone,
Days on a leach

Wild day, offday, mayday
Day before yesterday, any day,
My day, your day, day for you and me

Gimme-a-break-day,  I want-a-fade-out-day,
Don’t-say-a-word-day, sittin’-in-a-tree-day,
Two-single-rooms-day
Sleepin’-on-the-floor-day
Or on the beach

Fast day, slow day, dull day,
Drinkin’-the-pain-away-day
My way, your way, 
We’ll never agree
My way, your way,
No we’ll never agree

Even on a you-made-my-day-day
We’ll never agree
Even on a not-one-single-drink-day
We’ll never agree
My way, your way,
No way,
My way,
Your way,
We’ll never agree,
Never agree
Okay….your way




We're all victims of our own perception

I got a room on the first floor with a view
On the Morro de Sao Paulo square
I’m sittin’ by the open window
As I’m readin’ Hemingway

I read myself through France and Spain
With lady Ashley and miss Mary-Jane
But it’s gettin’ too dark now for the book
So I focus on what goes on in the square

There are little stalls with handmade jewelry
And souvenirs to take back home
Presents for your friends and relatives
I miss ‘m everytime I walk by a public phone

The island doesn’t show here on my map
So I draw a picture in my head
It’s just a portrait of a first impression
I will only be here for one day

Why do I realise that people’s lives
Can change entirely in a minute?
For good, for worse, we live on vibes
The warmest love may one day be too chilly

Both this book and charmin’ view
Both tell me to be careful
What’s real to me, it can be fake to you
We’re all victims of our own perception.




Hole in the roof

There is a hole in the roof for us to see
Our house on the moon
A hole in the roof 
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof for us to breathe

There is a hole in the roof through which we leave
For our house on the moon
There is a hole in the roof 
Hole in the roof 
Hole in the roof and let it be

A getaway from darkness
Are you ready for to fly?
Oh how I love your dearly
Sweetheart, I’m ready for it now

For that hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
Through which we leave
 
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
I used to fear

There’s a hole in the roof
Hole in the roof 
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof

There’s a hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
Hole in the roof
I have no fear




There's only one girl

There’s only one girl 
who understands me well, 
and I mess with her, one girl

I’m not a workout-boy,I’m no more than a skinny man
But I’m goddamned sure I can row her to the other end
My arms are falling from my shoulders, 
I hope the pain will make her understand
My dreams are doing reality-time 
While my heart settles down on paperland
We don’t talk too much, well not about us, 
I tell the whole world but I seldom tell her
That I love it when she’s lying on the couch 
with her healthy magazines
And I’m blowin’ at the table, rowin’ pens and rowin’ beers
And I dream about how I’m on my knees, 
find the heat, do the deed,
Be the perfect husband that she needs.

I’m the worst romantic, rowing that boat, 
though I love my girl and I watch my girl
I married my girl and I’d do it again, 
but the boat goes fast, are you baby impressed?
I remember the yes came after a never-ending laugh
I’m so easily intoxicated, 
rowing blind on the lake of perdition,
Makin’ water every once in a while,   
But you keep us from going down, 
it seems like you’re on a mission.
If not for you, my sweetheart in my boat, 
if not for you, I’d be swimming, now I row.




Like all the other clowns

I can’t love, I can’t hate. I can’t be me, I can’t fake.
I’m a mad man where I roam. Lonely in a crowded home.

I get rough, I get rude. Most of the time, I’m in a bad mood.
I’m a bad ass to the bone, a bad ass to the bone

I won’t talk, fear conversation. 
A one-day writersblock, means desperation.
But she loves me anyhow, although she’s running out of smiles.

Nobody els babe, nobody can,
change the old habit, change the old man
I fight myself and every bottle making me confused
I try to heal my very self, lord, you better hide the booze

Well let me tell you what I’m good at, Well at fixin’ me a drink
Explodin’ in a second, when I oughta think
I’m a mad man where I roam, a bad ass to the bone

I can’t go on, I can’t quit, I don’t want no mercy darling, 
Just hang on that little bit, Daddy might me comin’ home,
I can’t tell, I just don’t know

Nobody els babe, nobody can,
change the old habit, change the old man
I fight myself and everyone, oh lord I'm so confused
it's getting worse now everyday, lord,
you better hide the booze

I  no longer wanna fool myself,
I wouldn’t slow down, even if I could.
I’d be a jojo anyhow, from high to down, from bad to good.
How could I forget,  All the highs and all the downs?
When I’ve been there, 
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, 
like all the other clowns




Candel burning

I watch the candle burning here for you
I can feel the light, I can feel it’s you
Salty silence, eye to lip
What should I do, what should I do? 
Will I ever make love to you? (x2)

I watch the candle burnin’ here for you
Always the last one,
To say goodbye to you
Far out of sight, rollin’ down the cheek
What should I do, what should I do?
Will I ever make love to you ?(x2)

I  watch that candle burning
To get close to you
I watch that candle burning
But I know I burn the truth
I watch that candle burning
Oh Caesar I’m a fool
But I would save you baby
With all of my heart
But I would heal you baby,
With all of my heart
If you wanna come dancing baby
With all of my heart




It's about love

It’s not about the fame of your name
It’s more about the heart of the game
No matter what game you’re in
You gotta play it with dignity
It’s not about the many rewards that you get,
If you don’t think you would’ve rewarded yourself

It’s not about anything
If you don’t do it with love
Not about old remedies
If your reasons for doing it are wrong

I learned from a fourteen year old kid
Just responding with a few yesses and no’s
That you don’t have to be fifty-fifty
When you’re smart enough not to bow
You most certainly ask yourself
What the fuck is he sayin’
But it’s simple like the fire burning
Simple like turning wheels
When it comes to drawing pain in action
No compromise, no dirty deals

It’s not about anything
If you don’t do it with love
Not about remedies, no,
If you’re reasons for doing it are wrong.

It’s not about just anything
It’s about love
It’s not about just anything, anything,
It’s about love….




Lord I'm bored

2000 weeks,
say almost 15000 days,
I’ve been hanging around, drink and drive, 
smoke and fly, following fate.
Life was so promising,
in my first car in the slowest of lanes.
All girls tasted different,
there were stories in every new face.

Been looking for a place to park, 
but all I came across
were quicksandlocations, warning me
that I had to move on.
Getting stoned, getting drunk, getting lonelier,
in a hide-out, she called a hotel.
Trying all kinds of music and coctails, 
moving slow on that highway to hell.

Mindtravelled towards the horizon,
but the distance always remained.
I focused on the end of the street,
but barefootedly smashed all the dogshit.
Oh lord, I’m bored. 
Found no place I could call my home.
Oh lord, I’m bored.
For a while out in heaven, 
I wanna dance on the other side of the floor.

Lord I’m bored
Oh Lord I’m bored.




Closin' lines

Well I’m tired of sittin’ here with you
And I’m tired of you sittin’ here with me
I’m tired of everyone, I wanna fall asleep
I just hope that you won’t show up in my dream

Well I’m tired of starin’ at your face
It’s a mirror and there’s nothing much to see
Well it’s a pretty face that no longer fits into my scheme
I just hope that you won’t show up in my dream

Yeah I’m tired of all of this human breath
Tired of pukin’ just to hear you laugh
I’m fed up with your rattlin’ tongue, unneccesary beat
I just hope that you won’t show up in my dream

Well I’m tired of tellin’ you the truth
Tired of dealin’ with nothin’ but the truth
Lies just work out better, make you hungry for my cream
Would you please not show up in my dream

Well I’m tired of singin’ for you all
I’m tired of tryin’ to play this guitar
It drives me into alcohol, it’s already hurtin’ when I pee
Would you please not show up in my dream