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