A Touch of Henry Moore (Hofstede) Sometimes I hear the hammer of steel Sometimes I hear the grindstone turn And I am looking looking Sometimes I see the cool wet stone Sometimes I see the tin white skin And I am looking looking Hesitating so afraid to touch And there is more to it Than meets the eye knew it And there is more to it Than meets the eye knew it A reclining figure Made of brass and steel It's a perfect mixture How I think and feel And there is more to it I know A touch of Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth Monday In a slow train Outside The falling rain And I am looking Unpleasant Surprise (Peters) The first time we met You were walking down the street A copy of blonde on blonde Under your arm The first time we met You were lost in your overcoat A face that couldn't care less Nothing is something No one can do without You told me but later Asked to see me again The first time we met You were taking your coffee black Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise The first time Last time we met You were locked up in some suburb A cynic lost in his critical views You told me that lately you are Taking things seriously Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise Nothing's still something No one can do without You told me but later asked To see me again Your friends have all settled Some even made the grade Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise Finally you got to face it The Vermillion Pencil (Hofstede) Your picture on a wall I can see it It's too small Your picture On a wall Cannot touch it Hold it closer now Now I'm waiting on your doorstep One of the objects You cannot win you cannot have I am standing in the greenhouse Among the apples You cannot see you cannot smell Your picture on a wall I can see it It's too small The simple little things I understand I can feel it Hold it closer now Now I'm headstrong and I wonder One of the objects You cannot touch you cannot feel The vermillion pencil Is in the right hand The colours I like I understand Springtime Coming Soon (Stips) Down in the airshaft Of the old hotel Doors on both sides Of a concrete cell No sign of daylight No happy view A two-pillow mattress One hardly used And a man lies still His face up to the moon The sound of footsteps In the corridor Two hands knocking On a pair of doors The black and shiny Limousine Comes to a standstill Silently And the man behind the wheel he croons a tune It's a clear day springtime coming soon Tons of Ink (Hofstede) Only rich men can buy Things the poor man can make You've got nothing And they've got plenty Like a tree falling down Hits a grape on the ground They will crush the poor man's head In books You can sit beside everyone In deckchairs travel an ocean In books You're a queen for the afternoon Till the husband steps inside Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Is it you love is this true love Is it you I'm thinking of love Is it your lip it's a tulip Is it you I'm thinking of Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Only poor men can read All the papers they need In the dustbins of the town Jardin d'Hiver (Hofstede) Strange day In the middle of winter Cold day In the middle of winter Winter garden Jardin d'hiver Bundle of light between buildings Bundle of light between two trees Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Snow falls Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Strange day In the middle of winter Cold day In the middle of winter Nescio (Hofstede) Nescio Questo paradiso Nescio Nella bocca del luppo Nescio Lo straniero è morto Nescio Questo paradiso I jumped off a bridge And went swimming for hours And nobody nobody's looking I came to a hotel with Double rooms and showers And nobody nobody's knocking The phone rings on a nightstand Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know Too many words after so many miles Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know I don't know Nescio Questo paradiso Nescio Questo quadro è bello Walls Have Ears (Hofstede) Look at all the pictures Look at all the words Even if it's not true They will write it They are making money Of your private life Coming to your parties Uninvited Don't you talk Dip your pens in poisoned ink Like a straw in milk and vinegar Don't you talk I think the walls have ears tonight Spirits Awake (Peters) Shake your rattle fly your kite There's evil in the dark Spirits awake spirits awake Hear the sad song on the water Someone passed away Spirits awake spirits awake Two worlds side by side In broad daylight in darkest night Spirits awake spirits awake Don't offend the ghosts the jinns That hide behind the bush Spirits awake You cannot see them you cannot touch them Yet they're all too real Spirits awake spirits awake Did you see the garden girls go by? Walter and Conny (Stips) [Instrumental] The Cold Eye (Peters) Looking out my window Looking at this dirty part of town Looking out my window Cold eyes looking cold eyes looking down You should see them going Going down not noticing the slope You should see them going Empty faces faces without hope Doctor, it's not that I can't sleep I call on you it's something else I tell you doctor, reality is haunting me Cos' everything's exactly as it is There's no magic There's no mystery in the night No adventure Only losers, in the morning light Doctor, I hate to bother you but take a look yourself you see it's true now Doctor, I'm haunted by reality Cos' everything's exactly as it is The best surprise is no surprise Shadow of a Doubt (Hofstede) Oh I'm undecided What I'm going to do now Have to think it over What I'm going to do now I can be a singer In the next apartment Waiting for the orchestra To step inside Almost fall asleep Behind the dark piano Waiting for the silence Of the night In the wee small hours Of a Sunday morning I am undecided What I'm going to do now I can be a painter In an empty basement Still life on the table Till the lights go out Still there's some desire In the dark behind me I can feel the shadow Of a doubt Undecided What I'm going to do now Indoor Painting (Outdoor Sketching) (Hofstede) Indoor painting - outdoor sketching Ceci n'est pas une pipe Clean Shirt in Paris (Hofstede) Could it be the strange man he's Headline news Long, thin and glasses and Snakeskin shoes Was it something he said 'bout the Weather and read on a dirty Magazine I have seen his face before The tools of his trade are Dangerous and mean His hands are dirty his shirt is Always clean (he said) And I have seen his face Man of Straw (Peters) I'm the man of straw standing in The meadow-ow Chasing crows away they call me A scarecrow Man of straw (oh oh oh) I'm the man of straw they call me A scarecrow I stand here all day long in the Rain and snow Man of straw

A Touch of Henry Moore

(Hofstede)

Sometimes

I hear the hammer of steel

Sometimes

I hear the grindstone turn

And I am looking looking

Sometimes

I see the cool wet stone

Sometimes

I see the tin white skin

And I am looking looking

Hesitating so afraid to touch

And there is more to it

Than meets the eye knew it

And there is more to it

Than meets the eye knew it

A reclining figure

Made of brass and steel

It's a perfect mixture

How I think and feel

And there is more to it

I know

A touch of Henry Moore and

Barbara Hepworth

Monday

In a slow train

Outside

The falling rain

And I am looking

Unpleasant Surprise

(Peters)

The first time we met

You were walking down the street

A copy of blonde on blonde

Under your arm

The first time we met

You were lost in your overcoat

A face that couldn't care less

Nothing is something

No one can do without

You told me but later

Asked to see me again

The first time we met

You were taking your coffee black

Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise

The first time

Last time we met

You were locked up in some suburb

A cynic lost in his critical views

You told me that lately you are

Taking things seriously

Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise

Nothing's still something

No one can do without

You told me but later asked

To see me again

Your friends have all settled

Some even made the grade

Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise

Finally you got to face it

The Vermillion Pencil

(Hofstede)

Your picture on a wall

I can see it

It's too small

Your picture

On a wall

Cannot touch it

Hold it closer now

Now I'm waiting on your doorstep

One of the objects

You cannot win you cannot have

I am standing in the greenhouse

Among the apples

You cannot see you cannot smell

Your picture on a wall

I can see it

It's too small

The simple little things

I understand

I can feel it

Hold it closer now

Now I'm headstrong and I wonder

One of the objects

You cannot touch you cannot feel

The vermillion pencil

Is in the right hand

The colours I like

I understand

Springtime Coming Soon

(Stips)

Down in the airshaft

Of the old hotel

Doors on both sides

Of a concrete cell

No sign of daylight

No happy view

A two-pillow mattress

One hardly used

And a man lies still

His face up to the moon

The sound of footsteps

In the corridor

Two hands knocking

On a pair of doors

The black and shiny

Limousine

Comes to a standstill

Silently

And the man behind the wheel he croons a tune

It's a clear day springtime coming soon

Tons of Ink

(Hofstede)

Only rich men can buy

Things the poor man can make

You've got nothing

And they've got plenty

Like a tree falling down

Hits a grape on the ground

They will crush the poor man's head

In books

You can sit beside everyone

In deckchairs travel an ocean

In books

You're a queen for the afternoon

Till the husband steps inside

Tons of ink

Make millions think

Tons of ink

Make you think

Is it you love is this true love

Is it you I'm thinking of love

Is it your lip it's a tulip

Is it you I'm thinking of

Tons of ink

Make millions think

Tons of ink

Make you think

Only poor men can read

All the papers they need

In the dustbins of the town

Jardin d'Hiver

(Hofstede)

Strange day

In the middle of winter

Cold day

In the middle of winter

Winter garden

Jardin d'hiver

Bundle of light between buildings

Bundle of light between two trees

Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Snow falls

Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Strange day

In the middle of winter

Cold day

In the middle of winter

Nescio

(Hofstede)

Nescio

Questo paradiso

Nescio

Nella bocca del luppo

Nescio

Lo straniero è morto

Nescio

Questo paradiso

I jumped off a bridge

And went swimming for hours

And nobody nobody's looking

I came to a hotel with

Double rooms and showers

And nobody nobody's knocking

The phone rings on a nightstand

Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know

Too many words after so many miles

Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know

I don't know

Nescio

Questo paradiso

Nescio

Questo quadro è bello

Walls Have Ears

(Hofstede)

Look at all the pictures

Look at all the words

Even if it's not true

They will write it

They are making money

Of your private life

Coming to your parties

Uninvited

Don't you talk

Dip your pens in poisoned ink

Like a straw in milk and vinegar

Don't you talk

I think the walls have ears tonight

Spirits Awake

(Peters)

Shake your rattle fly your kite

There's evil in the dark

Spirits awake spirits awake

Hear the sad song on the water

Someone passed away

Spirits awake spirits awake

Two worlds side by side

In broad daylight in darkest night

Spirits awake spirits awake

Don't offend the ghosts the jinns

That hide behind the bush

Spirits awake

You cannot see them you cannot touch them

Yet they're all too real

Spirits awake spirits awake

Did you see the garden girls go by?

Walter and Conny

(Stips)

[Instrumental]

The Cold Eye

(Peters)

Looking out my window

Looking at this dirty part of town

Looking out my window

Cold eyes looking cold eyes looking down

You should see them going

Going down not noticing the slope

You should see them going

Empty faces faces without hope

Doctor, it's not that I can't sleep

I call on you it's something else

I tell you doctor, reality is haunting me

Cos' everything's exactly as it is

There's no magic

There's no mystery in the night

No adventure

Only losers, in the morning light

Doctor, I hate to bother you

but take a look yourself you see it's true now

Doctor, I'm haunted by reality

Cos' everything's exactly as it is

The best surprise is no surprise

Shadow of a Doubt

(Hofstede)

Oh I'm undecided

What I'm going to do now

Have to think it over

What I'm going to do now

I can be a singer

In the next apartment

Waiting for the orchestra

To step inside

Almost fall asleep

Behind the dark piano

Waiting for the silence

Of the night

In the wee small hours

Of a Sunday morning

I am undecided

What I'm going to do now

I can be a painter

In an empty basement

Still life on the table

Till the lights go out

Still there's some desire

In the dark behind me

I can feel the shadow

Of a doubt

Undecided

What I'm going to do now

Indoor Painting (Outdoor Sketching)

(Hofstede)

Indoor painting - outdoor sketching

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

Clean Shirt in Paris

(Hofstede)

Could it be the strange man he's

Headline news

Long, thin and glasses and

Snakeskin shoes

Was it something he said 'bout the

Weather and read on a dirty

Magazine

I have seen his face before

The tools of his trade are

Dangerous and mean

His hands are dirty his shirt is

Always clean (he said)

And I have seen his face

Man of Straw

(Peters)

I'm the man of straw standing in

The meadow-ow

Chasing crows away they call me

A scarecrow

Man of straw (oh oh oh)

I'm the man of straw they call me

A scarecrow

I stand here all day long in the

Rain and snow

Man of straw