doing the dishes

No Man’s Land

The Queen of the Lowlands

Is sleepless tonight

She’s walking on marble floors

In the pale moonlight

The oil-man from Texas

Is still pulling the strings

In this palace of puppets

Of my paper King

No one will sleep

In the fields of Verdun

No one can finish/end

What they once had begun

I’m in a man-hole

I’m looking for light

I wonder why the German Philosophers

And the English Poets always fight

No man’s land No man’s land

Did you see Elvis in his kitchen tonight

He’s got the Memphis blues and a real strong appetite

He’s walking through Graceland in his black leather suit

He is smelling home-cooking.......it’s only the river

Elena Ceausescu is still wide awake

She’s counting her shoes

And she knows that she made a mistake

So let’s start again-the night is still young

The voices outside are singing a folk-song

No Man’s Land

Tic toc tic toc mustard gas grenades

No Man’s Land

Louis Quatorze he can not sleep

He’s walking through the corridors of his funky antique

He’s got 300 pillows and 400 chairs

He is counting his clocks

Can you hear them ticking

Tic toc tic toc tic toc

Toe in the water

You hear the birds in my italic forest

I smell the roses in your cement garden

You snow around-around my head tomorrow

I rain upon-upon your feet in sorrow

Toe in the water

You walk on mud along a thirsty river

I see the trees - I hear the leaves that shiver

The snowy owl will fly around your silence

Today is light-tomorrow will be darkness

Toe in the water

You whisper something in my ear

The words I cannot hear

There’s a hole in a tree

Somebody is watching me

The Big Black Woodpecker

The lake with circles-circles like a necklace

I see your face I see a million/thousand frecles

My Red-spotted Flycatcher

You drink the lake -I eat a Lesser Whitethroat

Toe in the water

River of dreams

The Great Caruso

1906 The morning after Carmen

The earth was shaking

The sky was almost burning

San Francisco

I am The Great Caruso

My bloodred suite and lits-jumeaux are turning

When I look at my life

My life is a dream

Let me sleep

Then I woke up and I am in the middle of the ocean on an island

With a vulcano-smoking my last cigarette

There are not many trees and a windy beach

Big black rocks and a lot of mean dogs around me

The sun comes up-the sun goes down

Somewhere

A man comes up to me

He says’where are you going?’

I say ’I am going

Nowhere’

When my life is a dream

Don’t wake me up

Let me sleep

In Dutch Fields

In Dutch fields the poppies grow

Between the crosses-row by row

We are the dead

Short days ago

We lived- felt dawn- saw sunset glow

Loved- and were loved- and now we lie

In Dutch fields

We shal not sleep- though poppies grow

In Dutch fields

After the poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ (december 1915)

John McCrae – Canadian military doctor

november 30 187 2- januari 28 1918

The Flowers

She is walking through the snowflakes

On the churchyard

With a small bunch of flowers in her hand

She's putting it on a gravestone

Of a young soldier

Who died on the desert sand

And it hurts

The song in her head

Where the flowers are gone

And the young men are dead

And the girls are alone

With the hours

Life is floating away in a small red river

On the desert sand

A river of pictures

A movie of 20 years is flowing

Through his head

The flowers

Where are the flowers

She was picking alone in a meadow

A summer a long time ago

Life was endless

A desert

An ocean

The host of a talk show is laughing

And laughing

And people talk about the interior of their houses

And how they want to change it

And it hurts

The song in her head

Where the flowers are gone

And the young men are dead

And the girls are alone

With the hours

The Apache wandered lonely as a cloud

O'r vales and hills

When all at once he saw a crowd

A host of red poppies in a field

And the flowers

Where are the flowers

She was picking alone in a meadow

A summer a long time ago

Life was endless

A desert

An ocean

The flowers

Where are the flowers

The hours

The years

Where are the flowers

Sometimes you dream

The desert is an ocean

You dive deeper and deeper

You cannot find him

Five and Dime

I am waiting in the hospital

With my mother’s eyes

There is a song on the radio

That I dont wanna hear

No I don’t wanna hear

I am turning pages of a magazine

With my father’s hand

There are pictures in the magazine

That I don’t understand

Come back to the Five and Dime,Jimmy Dean,Jimmy Dean

I am looking with my mother’s eyes

I’m seeing things I’ve never seen

Things that I have never seen

No-I don’t wanna listen

And I don’t wanna try

I am waiting in the hospital

With my mother’s eyes

Lenin and the Wounded Angel

I’m is walking on the thin ice of the lake

It is almost spring-it will melt and break

The holes are getting bigger

Is this a déja-vu - a prophesy- a joke

The skyline with the factories

The black sky with the smoke

My brains inside a cap of fur

My thoughts are burning like a fire

It’s important to bring electricity

To all the corners of this country/ the world

To fight disease and poverty

There is a hand on my shoulder -a hand on my head

How do you do His face is red and blue

My name is Jozef - just for you

I can hear your whispering voice again

I cannot speak your name

Tampere-Tampere

Home of the Holy Smoke

The bricks and stones

My prison - my homesick home

I can hear your whispering voice again

I cannot speak your name

In the distance on a snowy road

Two boys are carrying a precious load

An Angel with a wounded wing

The younger boy is wearing a hat

The other a small brown jacket

He’s turning his head - he’s looking at me

I can see his worried eyes again

I can feel her hidden pain

Tampere - Home of the Holy Smoke

The bricks and stones-my prison- my homesick home

Drops of blood are falling on the snow

Like cherries on a table cloth

In her hand she’s holding a small bunch of flowers

They bring her to the Blind Girl’s School

Where the wooden rooms are always dark

In corridors with rippled tiles

Small shoes are whispering

Cowboys & Indians

I thought that I saw you in the last train

With a plastic white fork in your hand

Your teeth-your elbows-your shoulders-

Your mouth and your eyes

You saw me standing on a platform

One second with 24 frames

I was gone with the last letter of your name

We were looking-only-looking at the sky

When we were cowboys and indians

Waving goodbye

My dream fell into pieces

It was difficult to paint a horse

And your sister said

‘There’s no Wild West’

That’s when I needed-I needed more time

When we were cowboys and indians

Waiting in line

We were looking-only-looking at the sky

When we were cowboys and indians

Waving goodbye

Hope is a strange invention

Emily said

The words fell like rain

On our head

I am a Fly

I’m a fly in your eye

I’m a bee on your knee

I’m a moth in your mouth

I’m a fly

I’m a worm in your shoe

I’m a brick in your wall

I’m a cloud in your sky

I’m a fly

I’m a car on your road

I’m a ship on your hip

I’m a bird on your head

I’m a tree on your knee

I’m a fly

I’m a spider inside her

A nit in your hair

I’m a flea you can’t see

I’m a thing a ding ding

I’m a fly

I’m a door in your heart

I’m a floor in your house

I’m a fish in your lake

I’m a fly

I’m a hat on your head

I’m a tree on your knee

I’m a lock in your door

I’m a cloud in your sky

I’m a fly

I’m a girl with a pearl

I’m a boy with a toy

I’m a man with a can

I’m a fly

I’m a fly in your eye

I’m a bee on your knee

I’m a moth in your mouth

I’m a fly

Mrs. Sunlight

Mrs. Sunlight is walking on the bright side

She’s dreaming of the moonlight in her eyes

I wish I had fever

I wish I had smallpox

Or worse

Then I needed love and care

Of My Sweet Nurse

Mrs. Sunlight dances

Under the circumstances

She likes ‘Rome was not built in one day’

Romances

Mrs. Sunlight Soap

Is giving me a little Hope

I’m climbing up the ladder of rope

Kissing the moon

Jumping the broom

Sundays in winter

Mondays of darkness

She’s got a fire inside her house

We look at the snowflakes

Outside the window

She turns and turns and turns

The pages of a cookbook

Mister Moonlight is living on the dark side

Driving through the red light - looking for a some money

I wish I had a shoulder to cry on

I wish I had raindrops in my eyes

I wish I had windows in my heart

Da dum da dum da dum

They do they do they do the dishes

Jumping the broom

Kissing the moon

Jumping the moon

Moon Dog

Moon dog

Give me fire

Give me water

From your wishing well

Moon dog

Give me a rock

Give me a stone

From your home sweet home

Moon dog

Julie and John

What have you done

When the moon struck one

It’s a dirty old road

In a dirty old town

Moon dog

Give me rain

Give me shine

From your old coal mine

Moon dog

Sweet heart

Ferry man

When the moon struck one

It’s a dirty old road

In a dirty old town

It’s a dirty old game

And I am feeling ashamed

Moon dog

Give me money

Give me honey

From your hollow tree

Moon dog

Give me a hand

Give me love

From your broken heart

HEART

Sometimes life is so simple

Sometimes it seems so hard

While in the end it doesn’t matter - simple or hard

Bring it down to the heart of the matter

Bring it down to a matter of – heart

I walk up to my piano

Lay my hand on the keys

Got no idea what is pending here

Turn off my brain, new ideas

Always come from the heart of the matter

Let them come as a matter of – heart

Sometimes it’s dark in the daytime

Sometimes it’s light at night

It’s not always pure logic

What makes this world go round

What makes this world go spinning around

Why are we tossing and turning around

It’s a law of nature

Every rose comes with a sting

With one to six on my dice I don’t know

What the next minute brings

What will the next minute bring next

What will the next, next minute bring

Sometimes I talk with the angels

Sometimes I speak with the birds

You can change this world if you want to

They say, just like you did with the weather

Bring it down to the heart of the matter

All together - with a change of heart

Make it matter

Make it better

With a change of - heart

Yesterday

Yesterday- I was robbing a bank downtown

I was shooting the halogen ceiling lights

The laminate parquet on the ground

It was funny -there was no money

Crime doesn't pay -I am happy

So rich -So rich

Yesterday- I was robbing a gas station

I was shooting the tin cans and the coffee-machine

It was a sensation

I was happy -there was no money

Crime doesn't pay-but it is funny

I am so rich -so rich

Yesterday-I was robbing a butchers’ shop

I was shooting two medium steaks and a big lamb-chop

They were allready dead so I took the money

Crime pays and it’s not funny

I am so sad -so sad

Grrr ... to you

Take me to great lake Ontario

Walk me to the lighthouse through the falling snow

I was loving you - loving you

Take me to the river where the sirens sing

Listen to the raindrops on their paper skin

I was loving you - loving you

Walk me through the snowflakes of a burning town

Talk to me talk to me when I’m falling down

I was loving you - loving you

I was walking to you

I was loving you

Take me to the zebra of Abbey Road

Hide me in the pockets of your blue raincoat

I was loving you - loving you

Je te grrr

Grrr ... to you

The Twins

Someone was playing a Walker Brothers song

When a ricochetting bullet hit the juke-box

The sun ain't gonna shine was stuck in it's track

Anymore - anymore ... and back

Mother 'Violet" - Jack 'The Hat' - 'Cannonball' Lee

They're all dead - but I'm still living

Brother 'Ronnie' - George Cornell - Richard Hart

They all fell - but I'm still standing

The sun goes down in the park

Soon it will be cold and dark around me

Those were the best years of our lives

We were rulling the town

Let's go down to 'El Marocco'

Reggie Kray - Will fade away

In our Sunday's best - East End - Wild West

The gang wars and the drinks at the 'Blind Beggar'

Under the scrutiny of 'Nipper'

A Peer of the Realm unlocks his zipper

Reggie Kray - Will die today