NEST
BROKEN WING
The man in the raincoat
Waiting for the same boat
The woman with the suitcase
Looking at his shadow face
The man in the raincoat
Lifting his hat, he said
'My name is Jones
I am an angel'
He had a broken wing
To the North, through the ice
The man with the mirror eyes said
'Where are you going'
'To Turku' the woman said
'From Turku to Tampere
Who are you?'
'Let's say I'm just a man
You don't meet every day'
The fountain of Geneva
The station of Helsinki
The Foufounes in Montreal
You always were beside me
The man in the raincoat
We're travelling the same road
From town to town
But now my angel is falling down
J.O.S. DAYS
The war monument is still standing
Between two football fields
With the names of the men
Killed on the battlefields
They were center forwards
Keepers and backs
They thought they would win
It's a family tradition
To play in a football team
I have nephews, dumb but tall
Who, still foetus, kicked the ball
I've got flat feet and
My knees are weak
They all thought it was time
To start my J.O.S. days
The last war in this country
The fighting lasted four days
Between the names on this list
I see one name again
He had my age and my first name
He thought he would win
Like in his J.O.S days
They had too many boys
Who wanted to be in a team
So in one day in one match
You had to prove your ability
I was knocked out
A real disgrace
A break with the family tradition
Of the J.O.S. days
I can live without a finger
I can live without a toe
But the head is necessary
ADIEU SWEET BAHNOF
I have been waiting for hours
In this train
And I'm riding through Brussels
In the rain
Back to Paris, more or less confused
By the shadows of
Tractors on the land
By the changes in my life I pretend
There's a new life waiting there for me
I asked myself
What sort of books I'd read
In a train if I ever felt the need
I bought 'My life with Picasso'
I think of so many things I'd like to do
I will go to the Centre Pompidou
There's a still life part of my life too
Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
My train of thoughts is leaving, tonight
Now like an arrow we're aimed at
Gare du Nord
Between backs of the houses
Streets like fjords
And the night falls over Paris
So I've come back to
The Hotel d'Angleterre
I lay down on a double bed and stare
At the ceiling, what a feeling
(To be back)
BIKE IN HEAD
Wake me up sunray
On this bright sunny summer day
Leave my bed, bike in head
Clear blue sky, bird and kite
On this day time is on my side
Someone said 'Bike in head'
On a shadow lane between big trees
Bike chain spins and frame freezes
I have seen the villages in green
Meadows cut by ditches in between
Lines I've read, bike in head
Can't you hear
Can't you hear what they say
Artis bought an elephant today
Is this the real world?
Am I alive?
NESCIO
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
Nescio, questo paradiso
Nescio, questo quadro è bello
THE DREAM
I was walking down
A sunny street in town
In a dream
She was standing
In the shadow of a tree
In a dream
In my dream
She invited me
Inside her house to see
The walls were black
Black and white
Just like a woodcut
Printed down in a dream
In my dream
And the wheel is turning
And the wheel is burning
And the wheel sang
Oh Oh Oh Oh
On the table was a box of mica
Where I could see through
She said 'Ruby', I said 'Red'
To me it looks like honey dew
Like your skin too
A TOUCH OF HENRY MOORE
Sometimes
I hear the hammer on steel
Sometimes
I hear the grindstone turn
And I am 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
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 on a slow train
Outside the falling rain
And I am looking
MASK
Cover up the pretty faces
Cover up the eyes and the lips
And the things we like
Under a mask
Oh what a feeling it is
To be alone
Under a mask
Cover up the angry faces
Cover up the hate and the cries
And the things we fear
Under a mask
I wanna know
Is this really your face
I wanna know
Are they really your tears
I wanna know
I wanna know
If I'm looking at a replica
Cover up the ugly faces
Cover up the hate and the cries
And the things we fear
Under a mask
I want to be alone
I want to stay here on my own
In the middle of nowhere
I hide my body and soul there
And now it's your turn to strip bare
Cover up slowly
Cover up
Oh what a feeling it is
To be alive
Under a mask
Cover up slowly
Under a mask
IN THE DUTCH MOUNTAINS
I was born in the valley of bricks
Where the river runs high
Above the rooftops
I was waiting for the cars
Coming home late at night
From the Dutch mountains
I was standing in the valley of rock
Up to my belly in an early fog
I was looking for the road
To a green painted house
In the Dutch mountains
In the Dutch mountains
Mountains
I met a woman in the valley of stone
She was painting roses
On the walls of her home
And the moon is a coin
With the head of the queen
Of the Dutch mountains
I lost a button of my shirt today
It fell on the ground and
It was rolling away
Like a trail leading me back
To the Dutch mountains
I met a miller on the back of a cow
He was looking for the wind
But he didn't know how
I said follow the cloud
That looks like a sheep
In the Dutch mountains
In the Dutch mountains
Mountains
Buildings
BAUHAUS CHAIR
Suddenly you came to see me
After all those years
You said 'Hello'
Time has been a friend
In the town without a home I went
I'm so alone again
I miss the Bauhaus chair
Can you turn back
All the pages with the photographs
Can you see that all the faces
All the houses in the town will fade
The friends that you have made
I take the Bauhaus chair
SOAP BUBBLE BOX
I saw a box in New York
Inside the MOMA
Clay pipe and cork
It's a soap bubble
I saw a map of the moon
Cut out of camels
Tin spoon
It's a soap bubble
He is walking very slow
Through Manhattan
In the snow
Joseph Cornell
I saw an egg painted blue
Rhinestones in 4 rows of 2
It's a soap bubble
BOX
RADIO SHOES
Me and my friend and his girlfriend
Are swimming in Telephone Lake
Where willows are ringing
Out of the water a periscope snake says
'Go to the place where
The wireless valves break'
Me and my friend and his girlfriend
Are driving through silence and sound
My sister is waving
She found a map
Full of stations and beams
Where the rivers were drawn
Like electron streams
My friend and his girl hear
The Doppler Effect
They both disappear in
The Infinite Shoeblack
Me and my sister drive home
With the blues
Now we can look for the Radio Shoes
How we can look for the Radio Shoes
Little red roses fall from heaven
Me and my friend and his girlfriend
Are skating on Telephone Lake
My sister is waiting at home
Near the wireless
But there is no sound
The periscope snake
Must have been drowned
We melt through the ice
And never come back
We all disappear in
The Infinite Shoeblack
Through falling snow we walk home
with the blues
SKETCHES OF SPAIN
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 stop
Never stop
In the window near the last 'O'
Of the sign 'Hotel Colon'
Machine guns sweep
The square for fun
The rich draw the steel curtains
The poor just lock the door
They don't want this war no more
It 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 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
RED TAPE
She was always thinking
That the others were the losers
And that they could never kill her too
This is the official world
Now welcome to the papers
And the forms are waiting here for you
It didn't work at all
She couldn't stand or fall
Queuing up for counters
She was standing there for hours
And then someone told her
'It is closed'
Bureaucrat, tie and hat
Disappearing like a ghost
Late at night, the kids in bed
She's looking at the TV screen
One more night, she's talking to
The window of the washing machine
THE TRAIN
Once on a cold grey morning
I was walking home alone
The traffic light in the falling rain
The unanswered phone
I was so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once I opened a drawer
In a room of a strange hotel
I saw a photograph of you
You looked so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once in a railway station
In the city where I live
The windows were like mirrors
In this train
'Hey, what you're doing
With your life'
dA dA dA
I think of the year when she was 16
She charmed the boys out of the trees
I saw the moon when I was 15
Fell like a fire into the sea
dA dA dA dA dA dA dA dA
He smiled at me when he was 50
He turned his head and said goodbye
And when he died when he was 65
He left a hole in the sky
I think of the year when she was 18
She charmed the words out of my mouth
GIANT NORMAL DWARF
What a beautiful dress
You're wearing tonight
What a beautiful shoes
You have on your feet
Do you remember
It's a long time ago
When the summer was green
The winter was snow
Cherry-eye, window panes
Wonder why it always rains
Loot at me I'm getting smaller
Vice versa you're growing taller
You're an oak tree I'm a flower
You are a giant
I am a normal dwarf
Through the coal mines
Of my brain I went
From the chambers of my heart
I sent you a tanker
Filled with sweet perfume
- to my one-eyed cyclop -
I will never stick a pole in your eye
Like the hero of my favourite book
It's been on a shelf
But it's much too high
Don't you see you're growing taller
Vice versa I'm getting smaller
I'm a pebble, you're a mountain
You are a giant
I am a normal dwarf
When I dance with you
I can hold your knees
I will polish your shoes
Stay with me all winter long
And we melt like snow
In the last line of this song
CARS & CARS
In the mirrors of this house
I've seen your face
A thousand times or more
In the corners of your room
I've seen your face
A thousand times or more
In the darkness of the town
I've seen the wheels a turning
I'll be gone
In the darkness of your room
You've heard the wheels a turning
I'll be gone
In
Cars & Cars
Cars & Cars
Are going faster
In the mirrors of this house
I've seen your face
A thousand times or more
In the darkness of your room
You've heard the wheels a turning
I'll be gone
HOME BEFORE DARK
Another car is stopping for gas
Be careful with that burning match
The radio is playing Nat King Cole
Nat King Cole sings
Another stranger turns the wheel
I stay behind in silence and I feel
The oil on overall and hands
Is all that's left, all left for me
Better late than never
Here come the sunny days
You keep your eyes wide open
And all I say is
Yes yes yes yes yes, me too
I'm ready for a kick in the back
I'm ready for another hopeless wreck
I'm ready for a night so long and black
So long and black
Better late than never
Here come the sunny days
I keep my eyes wide open
Here come the best years of my life
And all I say is
Yes yes yes yes yes, me too
Another night of counting cars
The magazines and candy bars
And everybody's driving home
They're home, home before dark
ROAD NOT TAKEN
She was climbing up a mountain
So high I could not see her anymore
She was standing in a cloud
So thick I could not hear her anymore
My Angel Queen, you're seventeen
You're living in a dream
This is the road not taken
It's the highway I have crossed
But if I am not mistaken
I am lost
I was climbing up a mountain
So high she could not see me anymore
I was standing in a cloud
So thick she could not hear me anymore
So I came to this house
Standing in the mud and the dirt
She was talking to a man
The words I could not hear
But they did hurt
Avec Une Aile Cassée
(Hofstede, Kloet, Stips / Hofstede / French Tr. Kent)
L'homme avec un manteau
Prenait le m\^eme bateau
La femme avec la valise
Observait sa mine grise
L'homme avec un manteau
Quitta son chapeau et dit
'Je m'appelle Jones
Et je suis un ange'
Hohoooohoohooo
Avec une aile cassée
Dans le Nord dans le blizzard
L'homme `a l'etrange regard
Demanda 'Ou allez-vous ?'
La femme dit 'A Turku'
'De Turku a Tampere
Qui êtes-vous donc allez'
'Le genre de personne
Qui ne ressemble à personne'
Autour du Lac de Genève
A la gare d'Helsinki
Aux Foufounes à Montreal
De partout tu m'as suivi
Toi, l'homme avec un manteau
Mêmes routes, mêmes bateaux
De ville en ville
Mais mon ange, tu es tombé de
Haut hoooohoohooo
Et ton aile est cassée
Adieu Sweet Bahnhof
(Hofstede / French Tr. Kent)
J'ai passé des heures
Et des heures dans ce train
Et j'ai traversé Bruxelles en chemin
Bientôt Paris o je reviens
Mais les ombres des tracteurs
A travers prés
Et ma vie qui changé
M'ont un peu troublé
Je fais comm'si tout pouvait arriver
Je m'demandais quel genre
De livres j'aim'rais lire
Dans un train si j'en éprouvais l'désir
J'ai pris "Ma vie avec Picasso"
Quand je pense á toutes ces choses
Que j'aim'tant
Au Centre Pompidou passer du temps
Une nature morte
Entre deux mouv'ments
Adieu, adieu, sweet bahnhof
Le train d'mes pensées s’égare
Ce soir
Telle une flèche me voici Gar' du Nord
Entre des rues au maisons
Comm' des fjords
Et la nuit descend sur Paris
A l'Hotel d'Angleterr' je suis revenu
Dans un lit pour deux, le regard perdu
Vers le plafond
Quell'sensation, me revoila !
Adieu, adieu, sweet bahnhof
Le train d'mes pensées s'égare
Ce soir