Sketches Of Spain

 (Hofstede/Stips)


The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain

The war is rolling over Spain

Men and women running with sticks of dynamite

Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night

In the window near the last 'o' of the sign 'Hotel Colon'

Machine guns sweep the square for fun

The rich draw the steel curtain

The poor just lock the door

They don't want this war no more

It never never never never never stops never stops

It never never never never never stops never stops

In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack

A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag

The boredom and the lack of sleep

The tin cans in the mud

Red is the colour of our blood

We never never never never never stop never stop

We never never never never never stop never stop

I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt

I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter

I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt

I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter

The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain

The war is rolling over Spain

Men and women running with sticks of dynamite

Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night

They never never never never never stop never stop

They never never never never never stop never stop

I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt

I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter

I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt

I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter

Knives can cut fist can beat



Bild Am Sonntag (As Usual)

 (Peters)


Houses, tattoed by warfare

Holes in houses that once were homes

Silence, trees stand in silence

As usual, they speak of different times

Time's passing by, they know

Time's passing by

Streets are deserted

As usual, everyone stays inside

Das Bild Am Sonntag is lying

As usual, papers lie on the street

Time's passing by, I know

Time's passing by

Holes in (Houses)

Houses that once were homes



Acres Of Tintoretto

 (Hofstede)


Death in Venice and don't look now

I've seen the movies I don't know how

I lost my way in this moonlit town

Somebody whispers I'm looking down

I smell the water I smell a rat

I see the darkness and somebody said

This part of the city is not very clean

Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen

I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto

Lost in the city of don't look now

I see the midget with a new stiletto

I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto

It's getting late I'm feeling tired

Must be the Sirocco that's in my head

Bells of the city chime in the night

This part of the city is not very clean

Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen

I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto

Lost in the city of don't look now

I see the midget with a new stiletto

I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto

Death in Venice and don't look now

I've seen the movies I don't know how

I lost my way in this moonlit town

Somebody whispers don't look now



Dapper Street

 (Hofstede)


Give me the sombre city highroads

The clouds are framed by attic windows

Those are the words I long to hear

But when I walk I keep my tears from falling

And if you don't know where to go

You're lost in a dead end street

The houses fall down every day

But maybe someday I'll keep this house from falling

This is the street where I was living

This is the square where I was fighting

Nobody fears the ball and chain

I feel the tears my memory lane is falling

And still I don't know where to go

I'm lost in a misty town

No poetry in dead end street

They tear all the houses down

When you walk in Dapperstreet

When you live in Dapperstreet

Now it rains on broken windows

The streets are always wet

Through all the empty alleys wind blows

You're never coming back

When you live in Dapperstreet

Give me the sombre city highroads

The clouds are framed by attic windows

Those are the words I long to hear

But when I walk I keep my tears from falling

And if you don't know where to go

You're lost in a misty town

No poetry in dead end street

They tear all the houses down

When you walk in Dapperstreet

When you live in Dapperstreet

Now it rains on broken windows

The streets are always wet

Through all the empty alleys wind blows

You're never coming back

When you live in Dapperstreet

City crime one grey morning

Blissfuly happy I'm walking

City crime one grey morning

Blissfuly happy I'm walking

City crime one grey morning

Blissfuly happy I'm walking

Suddenly happy in Dapperstreet



Memories Are New III

 (Stips)


Another story's over - Memories are new

You walk alone along this lonely avenue

You thought she had a whole world to offer

You found out there is no more to discover

All you feel around is this coolness of her

You turn the key around twice -

 Memories are new

You do the things

You'd never thought that you would do

You never got a colder shower

Lay wide awake in lonely hours

Now you're thrown away like a fading flower

You thought she had a whole world to offer

You feel that there is no more to discover

All you feel around you is an album cover



Your Next Tyres

 (Hofstede)


All you gentlemen you save all you can

But you won't get rich

I am wide awake, you are sound asleep

You won't get me

I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean

I'm swimming in an ocean of tears

I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears

All you gentlemen you try the best you can

But you won't beat me

I am wide awake you are sound asleep

You won't get me

I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean

I'm swimming in an ocean of tears

I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears

I try to sleep in this little room that I have bought

(You have to do it on your own)

I draw the curtains and everybody knows I'm old

(You have to do it on your own)

We sleep on pillows of society

We rise in offices and work till nightfall

We keep the books of every industry

We close the factories and we don't care at all

All you gentlemen you are sound asleep

'Cos you're so tired

All you care about

All you care about

Are your next tyres

Your next tyres

Your next tyres 

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