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Empty shoes
Today I read the death notice of a fellow drum-musician. Died in a car-crash, what an ordinary way to go. He never had no trouble sendin' out a lot of friction, but everytime I saw him play, he was fightin' at the front.
I got bad news, sad news, mad news now I got his worn out empty shoes on my mind
We never played one song together 'bout the lone wolf in our minds. We only have a backstage-past, but I miss him, he don't know why. Friend of mine, a friend of his', one day walked into his house, and found him cryin', howlin', sittin' on the floor, cornered down. I didn't see it with my very eyes, but like one shot in a movie, he was shot into my mind: I'm in that corner now.
I got bad news, sad news, mad news now I got his worn out empty shoes on my mind
We got our given name in common seems like an August name. He was born the 23rd, I was born the 24th. These dates and names don't mean a thing, they're just like inside jokes. I'm only lookin' for another angle to understand why I do mourn, over you. Over you, over you.
I got bad news, sad news, mad news now I got his worn out empty shoes on my mind
To heaven and back
Well I figured I found us a perfect love-shack A surprise for my cute partywoman Except for the flies nobody could tell How we tirelessly worked up the honey
Now home was a house with a plenty of rooms And a pool, and nobody in it A whole lot of bottles of expensive good wine And lobster for breakfast and dinner
The people who lived there were not living there now We saw 'm leave in a camper, it was holidaytime No we were not invited, we invited ourselves For a week out in heaven and back
To heaven and back
I put on some music though I'm not a good dancer But the classics I judged to be good for romance We played the same albums again and again And we danced through the house in a trance
Called a friend down in Paris to find out about the wine We were talking Chateau's and how Diana had died My girl dyed her hair black and I said : 'I don't know, Can I help you dying your triangle of love?'
She called me a pervert but we did it alright And it stayed there a week with us hanging out Time came to clean up, put the furniture back The way it was when we'd walked in the shack
We left a thank-you-note and some beautiful flowers We thought they belonged next to the bar And leaving some stains of some cum and some dye We drove back from heaven, in my dirty old car
To heaven and back (x6)?
Why I'm on the run
There's an angel above me And he sees I'm on the run There's an angel in between me and the sun Is he coming down to lend a helping hand? Coming down to understand Why I'm on the run (x4)
There's a fire beneath me I'm burning while I run I'm a man between the fire and the sun Is it toasting me and telling me that what I do is wrong? Tell me now, tell me why Why I'm on the run?(x4)
Am I Johnny-come-lately? Am I Johnny-on-the-spot? Guess I've been behind the eightball Since the day I left my mum I don't wanna say Jack Robinson I don't wanna beat that gun Tell me why, Why I'm on the run....
Waiting 'round the corner
I have never met that man. The one I'd rather be. It's not that I feel better than any of you, but still I wanna be me
I have never met that girl. The one I'd rather love than the girl that I married, there's only one girl and I told you that before.
Both our minds 'r full of blisters And we're utterly twisted And only one half of the damage is done Still we fight every blizzard That's trying to ruin our hope That the best years are waiting 'round the corner (x2) The best days are right around the corner
Why do we need to go out of our minds every once in a while? It's becoming a habit Some kind of lifestyle Well your mind is your home It's got a hundred backdoors And a crowded dancefloor And too many chambers in a smelly corridor Where you lay all your demons to snore And then all of 'm corners Where you stacked up your past Some of it alive, and some of it dead But there's still room enough For you to do what you want For you to do what you like you can sit there and cry or you can cook a good meal there and comfort your bride you can do any other thing but hide
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The loner
Carver quotes Bukowski: 'you don't know what love is' And Carver may have thought that he was right I don't wanna talk too much about a dead man's poem But Charles just didn't love mankind Loved cats when sober, pussy when drunk, He sure knew about love, And how it showed up: In disguise, in disguise All of Charly's lovers Were at war with their own lies
He was a loner, and if you can't read it in his lines He was a loner, then you were not meant to be my bride, He was a loner, that I know But I don't know if he was alright If Charles Bukowski was alright
I really don't know if Buk was right, I don't believe Every word that I read or that I write, I feel like everybody's fooling me, so at times I also fool around I believe I truly love my woman, but how come we all live a life so full of doubt? Is that just a higher question, that you're not supposed to ask? Or am I just like Charles was, a pitiful poor ass Who looks for angels and for lust, In the everlasting dust
I am a loner, and if you cannot read it in my eyes, That I'm a loner, then you were not meant to be my bride I'm a loner, that I know, But I don't know if I'm alright, Nobody knows, loner or not
I am a loner and if you cannot read it in my lines That I'm a loner, then you were not meant to be my bride I am a loner, but still you wanna hang out on my isle I am a loner, even if I wanted, I couldn't throw him out I am a loner, Baby, I'm a loner, baby I'm a loner It's just my way of doing time
Shadow dance
Now all the guests are gone, it's getting cold I dress in tablecloth under the late night moon With all bottles empty, I'm empty too A shadow's dancing in this Belgian summernight While I'm standing still, I can see it dancing Like I never could or will, What did you go down under for?
Shadow dance, shadow dance, Shadow, dewy-eyed or not. Shadow dance, shadow dance Shadow, on my trampled lawn
There's a shadow on the gardenwall and Round the lifeline in the hand that builds a shelter When I try to light my handrolled cigarette, With Lucifer once more, I gaze at all the fugitives, I almost burn my nose, I gaze at all the fugitives shadowdancing on my lawn
Shadow dance, shadow dance Shadow, dewy-eyed or not Shadow dance, shadow dance Shadow, on my trampled lawn
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The shadow dances Wild romance is coming home
Candle Aid
You lie next to your love And she tells you what she's thinking of But you are on the other side of the lake Your mind is one and hers is two Swimming in a dirty pool Seven candles burning on your cake Well anyone can make a mistake But the penalty's a romance in the grave
You're driving south, she wanna go north Play with respect and you're always a fake While all you do is age The skin of your face becomes a pancake Well anyone can make a mistake But the penalty's a romance in the grave
Sweetheart, There's seven candles burning on our cake Sweetheart, It's time we blew together And go for candle eight Candle-aid, candle-aid
You got no shrink and you want no shrink You wanna forget about everything But the cotton is ready to fill up your face Two snowflakes in the summertime Can't survive unless they climb Well anyone can make a mistake (x2) But the penalty's a romance in the grave
D minor no?
Been watching TV all night Lotta faces talking to me
Was in a boat on the canals of my hometown Young woman flirting with me
Wrote a letter to an overseas friend Seems like there'll be no reply
Some days you feel good Some days you feel bad Nothing much you can do about it
Read a book in three languages Now some of the words are willing to stay Read a book in three languages Seemed like a journey to the end of the night
Sit with my back towards the open window Listen to all the footsteps go by
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Played cards in an open country-caf? Two people watching over my shoulder
Got a ticket for running a red light In the red-lightdistrict during the daytime
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You told me
Nine out of ten needles make holes in people who are sane. Our minds are full of hungry beetles chewing on a worn out brain. In loneliness there's beauty they say in togetherness there's pain. Getting lost in both of them is a famous human game.
Monday, tuesday, wednesday mother, Thursday, friday, saturday mother, Sunday mother, brings a night that calls me out You told me love's the remedy And mother you're probably right
One muddy kiss should not kill love, but who can forget the taste? Love's the strongest legal drug, drawing lines in every face. Every time it comes my way, I wanna change the sound of it. Its rhythm and its meaning, overthrow its empty feeling
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Every drop of riverwater carries a failure to the sea We all wear shades to hide the looks of our waxing insanity We've broken every law that killed arousal of the brain And all it brought us was a "hold your jaw", and a selfconstructed jail
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Read the lines of a many true writers, read the lyrics of a lot of true songs Lived with the losers and the doing alrighters, held the keys of many keyholes I've undressed the whole dally town, looking for that one mudfree love I wasted a few and I created few lives and I even wrote a couple of psalms
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All today's words
Now all today's words have fallen Just the way I feel Lined up like an undrilled army My eyes are burning, needing sleep
Now all today's words have fallen Like angels on their way to hell Fighting a great deal of the bad side of my karma I kneel and thank 'm for their soothing help
And the bad vibes are rolling out of my hands As I walk on my fingers throughout the dark land I'm healing, I feel it, I'm closing the gap
Now all today's words have fallen On the last sundown of the century I strangled some troubles from the old times But there are still a lot of tangled tigers trying to get out of me, Crawling through the veins, uncomfortably
Now all today's words have fallen More or less in a way that I wanted 'm to I'm listening to Shostakovich for maybe the sixth time in my life He's so good at eating blues, eating my blues
And the bad vibes are rolling out of my mind As I walk on my fingers throughout the dark land I'm healing, I feel it, I'm closing the gap
Now all today's words have fallen And the fireworks are blowing our minds Into a new century in which we'll all probably die, I go to bed with Mary-Jane, sleep through the bombing (x2)
And the good vibes come rolling into my sight Like a midnight train throughout the dark land I'm healing, I feel it, I'm healing, I'm closing the gap
Smoking the green grass of home
While smoking the green green grass of home A faraway town throws me all the options in store Not one I could go for without burning my soul I've walked through that dissatisfying fire before
Far away from the other man I have to be, at times Far away from the rules that rule over me, at times I feel closer to you than while walking hand in hand I study the map of my hopes spread out in my head
There are so many men in me I could go to jail for killing myself, Nine times out of ten, There are so many girls in you but there's only a few I have met I have a few drinks to let the fun in, And then the few drinks too many that let the fun out And just like the king I go sleep in a heartbreak hotel
Instrumental chorus
While smoking the green green grass of home I'm in the middle of a lovesong I could never sing I think of the places I've been and the places I do not belong And for a second I dream that one day I could live on the sun
While smoking the green green grass of home You defend all the values that I can fall back upon, upon arrival I will kiss you and tell you and hold you and pray I will never Leave any of you all Before the last of my seconds alive
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