strawberry wood

Hawelka

Red Ohama Beach is bleeding

BlackThe sky is almost burning

Too many soldiers are dead

Churchill said: ‘Peace’

Lo lo lo lo

GreenThe Maple Leaf is always

GreenThe grass is almost red

Too many people are dead

Hitler said: ‘Krieg’

Lo lo lo lo

In the footsteps of my father

I went all the way to Algeria

France and Holland

Why His life is such a mystery

WhenParis was his destiny

My mother says:

‘Rue des Abbesses’

Sing

Lo lo lo lo

Black coffee at Hawelka

Man smoking on the sofa

Then the waiter came

He knows my name

You

I’m talking to you

I lost his track in Vienna

At Hawelka

With a clock that always said

Twelve thirty

Death

He’s walking on a red beach

The Hours

When the hours

When the hours of the day

Grow long like shadows

Every hour

Every hour is a day

Every day is like a year

I didn’t see the darkness in your eyes

I didn’t know the road was ending

Cul de sac

The blossom

When the blossom in spring is falling

Like snow

The rain

When the rain in autumn is falling

Like diamonds

When you’re a child

Summer never ends

Frozen time of the winter

Things are old when we are young

Things are young when we are old

Then the rain falls back into the sky

Like a fountain

Then the snow falls back into the sky

Like powder

Then the years

Then the years will be days

Days will be hours

Then it’s

Gone

Distance

I’m turning the pages

Of the book that I’ve read

I was sleeping for ages

Now I know I am dead

The trees in the summer

The rivers with ice

I cannot remember

My lost paradise

Far far away

No one can say

Where we’ll be tomorrow

Far far away

A man in the distance

The darkness outside

I walk through my head

I walk to the light

Far far away

No one can say

Where we’ll be tomorrow

Far far away

Everything I love

Becomes a memory

Far far away

Nothing today

Not a thing tomorrow

Far far away

I’ve got nothing to say

When blue turns to grey

Far far away

Departure

Goodbye mother

Goodbye father

I think I’ll have to go

Goodbye sister

Goodbye brother

I have to close the door

Behind me

Every day

Every night

I think of you

Not every day

Not every night

I think of you

Sometimes I do

Goodbye mother

Goodbye father

I think I’ll have to leave

Departure

Goodbye sister

Goodbye brother

I have to close the door

For ever

Strawberry wood

Norwegian fields

Are everywhere

Rainy night house

A little green

Dance me to

A river

Blue

Goodbye mother

Goodbye father

Love is a secret place

Winter and spring

Summer and fall

The circle game

I look outside

View from the house

Nick in the House of John

Invitation of a singer

To visit his beautiful house

I am walking on the driveway

I am as quiet as a mouse

In the east-wing

In the west-wing

There is plasma

On every wall

When I look at the size of his pool

Even Lake Ontario is looking small

There’s a fish-thing

In the living

There are freeze-pops

In the fridge

In the middle of his garden

There’s a pond with a

Japanese bridge

In the east-wing

In the west-wing

There’s a picture of every song

I am lost in his parlours

I feel like Nick in the house of John

He’s walking with his shadow

His shadow is walking too fast

He is smelling like my Grandma

Eau de Cologne and Eau de Vie

He is walking in his black suit

With eighty six he is still

Looking good to me

In the east-wing

In the west-wing

There’s a picture of every song

I am lost in his parlours

I feel like Nick in the house of John

I am looking at his red tail

‘My Soul is for sale’

In the east-wing

In the west-wing

There’s a picture of every song

I am lost in his parlours

I feel like Nick in the house of John

La Petite Robe Noire

Ma Belle

Avec

La Petite Robe Noire

Je dis

O la la

Ma Belle

Elle est avec moi ce soir

Je dis

Pourquoi pas

Ma Belle

Avec le grand pantalon

Quarante coups de fouet

L’homme avec la barbe dit:

Elvis Presley

Cliff Richard

Johnny Halliday

Je suis

La Petite Robe Noire

Elle dit

Oh lala

Now

Now don’t think twice

It’s all right as they say

Your intention is clear

Now no one will stand in your way

You got your soul

As a trustful companion

It’ll never leave you here

Out in the in the rain

You’ve been in, you’ve been out

She was a constant factor of doubt

Now you’re breaking the spell

Sharpening plans I can tell

Such a useful confirmation

When you confessed

You were lost in the dark

Each doorin the dark

The same doorin the dark

Each housein the dark

The same housein the dark

Each streetin the dark

The same streetin the dark

Each day in the dark

The same dayin the dark

Again

Now you choose

For the heat of the fire

And not for soaking away in the rain

So don’t turn back now

Now you started all over again

Now jump into the fire and your

Phoenix will rise from the flame

The second half of your new life story

Feels only half a second away

A new roomnow see the light

A new roofnow in the light

A new townnow see the light

A new waynow in the light

New friends andnow see the light

New facesnow in the light

You start yournow see the light

Own systemnow in the light

Now

Index of First Lines

He was talking

Like the index

Of first lines

In orange sunsets

Ear smokes cigars

Fume fume

Anti-fly

One picture

Tells a thousand words

Lady of the Harbour

Frozen angel

In Jerusalem

Of the North

Smoked meat sandwich

Ben’s de Luxe

Wall of pictures

Tells a thousand words

All aboard

The Red Eye Express

Whiff of perfume

Eye, a hat, a shoe

Bring back

Vague memories

Of names

I had forgotten

Lay your sleeping head

My love

Every picture

Tells a thousand words

Tannenbaum

Through a burning desert

In an ice-cold train

Tannenbaum is looking

At the endless plain

With a black suit and a keppel

He’s looking like a heron

From the heart of Montréal

A man without a skeleton

I am an old Christmas tree

With pain in kidney and liver

Soon the train goes on without me

Along this endless river

O Tannenbaum

Your branches green delight us

They’re green when

Summer days are bright

They’re green when

Winter snow is white

Your branches green delight us

O Tannenbaum

Why he is thinking

Why he is dreaming

With his eyes wide open

Like an old vampire

Burned by the light of the day

With the snowflakes on my hat

I couldn’t find the stick

Above the ghosts and the dead

In the holy ground

Jisp

It’s a blue day

Without a cloud

Miles away

Seagulls shout

Nothing moves

Through the holes in my eyes

A once in a lifetime experience

Sometimes happens twice

Nothing moves

I almost had forgotten

How it feels

Maybe you’re right

Maybe I’m wrong

Good times are here

Bad times are gone

Maybe you’re wrong

Maybe I’m right

Bad times are gone

Beetles in the grass

Birds in the sky

Stones in the water

Spiders in my eye

It’s a green day

Without a sound

Red leaves

Falling down

No one moves

Through the holes in my head

A once in a lifetime experience

Sometimes you forget

Sometimes

I almost had forgotten

How it feels

Maybe I’m right

Maybe you’re wrong

Bad times are here

Good times are gone

Maybe I’m wrong

Maybe you’re right

Good times are gone

Beetles in the grass

Birds in the sky

Stones in the water

Spiders in my eye

Eels in the bucket

Monkeys in the tree

T-rex in the pocket

Turtles in the sea

It’s a grey day

Snowflakes

Bad Dream

Once I had a bad dream

I was in a big room

With a famous artist

And his little dog

He thought he was a singer

At least that’s what he told me

His voice was everywhere

On the radio and tv

I could not hear him

Maybe I didn’t want to

Can you wake me up

Once I had a bad dream

I was on the tv

With a smiling host

He was talking to me

In fact he talked the most

I was drinking red wine

He was eating peanuts

He was very proud

Of the size of his penis

But he didn’t show us

Can you wake me up

Once I had a bad dream

I was very small

Talking to a lady

Who was very tall

And she didn’t hear me

In fact she didn’t see me

So I walked away

On a winter’s day

Buried by a snowflake

Life is just a mistake

Till you wake me up

Can you wake me up

Once I had a bad dream

I was very famous

Sitting in a car

I was even driving

Return

This house

Always

Returns

Things we lost

Not today

Sometimes

A button

Most of the time

A memory

Not today

What we lost and what we found

Lines we crossed without a sound

What is real and what is not

What we lost and what we got

A real life

A real house

A real love

A real child

I can wait

It’s not too late

To turn

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