The Lodger

 (Hofstede)

He likes the cold winter nights

And the dark afternoons

The lodger

When there are shadows behind

Every window and blind

The lodger

There's another murder in the news today

He kills only women always blondes they say

They hear the sound of a car

Keep the front door ajar

The lodger

He saw the sign and it said

They had breakfast and bed

The lodger

Behind the thick green curtain

Everybody's whipering

Footprint

 (Hofstede)

Scar between the shoulders

Scar on the back of his head

The sole between the shoulders

The heel on the back of his head

Mother said it looks like a footprint

And she knows it very well

Mother said it looks like a footprint

And she's hiding it very well

Dark spot on the baby

He'll never be that strong

His face upon the carpet

He's waiting for so long

So long so long so long so long

Mother said it looks like a footprint

And she knows it very well

Footsteps in the backroom

He knows there's something wrong

His face upon the carpet

He never felt so strong

So strong so strong so strong

Hobbyland 

 (Peters)

My world

There's no love lost between

Me and this old great big world

That will never change

So I made my own one

In my own time true to scale

In my own house

My world

Little shops and little houses

Tiny trains that always run on time

Little men and little ladies

Everyone there is a friend of mine

My world

In my own time

In my own house

Empty Room

 (Hofstede)

I opened the window

You opened the door

This room needs some air

This room needs a new broom

Sun in an empty room

Sun in an empty room on the wall

I looked through the window

And you walked through the door

This room needs some air

This room needs a clean floor

Sun in an empty room

Sunlight in empty room

Umbrella Army

 (Peters)

Posters invite him

To visit a sunny wonderland

The hostess invites him

And offers to take him by the hand

He won't run to catch his train

Umbrella army walking in the rain

Do as so many visit Europe by train

Down at the station

He's one in a crowd that's dressed in grey

He won't run to catch his train

Daily commuters

The same routine each and every day

He won't run to catch his train

Slip of the Tongue

 (Hofstede)

Beware of the slip of the tongue

Don't say nothing

When the company is wrong

You smile and they're shaking your hand

When you're older you will understand

So you be silent

Tables and Chairs

 (Peters)

Tables and chairs

Do not like one another

They bite in each others legs

Tables

See how they're neatly grouped together

They are a table and four chairs

See how they're peacefully

Standing together

They are two pairs two matching

Tables and chairs do like each other

Red Tape

 (Hofstede)

She was always thinking

That the others were the losers

And that they could [never?] kill her too

This is the official word

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

Queing 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

It didn't work at all

She couldn't stand or fall

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

Buildings

 (Peters)

The buildings was always

One step ahead of me

Gonna beat it at its own game

I'm always looking

Up at my building

And the shadow that is hanging over me

Jump to conclusions

From the eighty-second storey

Jump to conclusions

From the eighty-second floor

Jump to conclusions

From the eighty-second storey

Jump to conclusions

Couldn't take it anymore

Buildings are looking

Over my shoulder

They are dominating like my wife

Buildings are looking

Over my shoulder

They are going to wreck my life

Hands of the Watch

 (Hofstede)

It's almost midnight now

Getting cold in Rome

The hands of the watch they turn

Turn without mercy

I'm counting every hour

Must be a new delay

Wait on a suitcase

Tomorrow tonight and today

Spent the last coin I had

On water and sandwiches

The hands of the watch they turn

Turn without mercy

Man-Friday

 (Peters)

It wasn't there before

What is he doing here

The only to survive

The island saved my life

Man-Friday

What is he doing here

A stranger in my land

What brought him there today

The weekend close at hand

I gotta find my man

I kill him if I can

Man-Friday

A footprint in the sand

It wasn't there before

A stranger in my land

What did he come here for

Man-Friday

Suddenly I Met Your Face

 (Hofstede)

Right behind her in revolving doors

In the window of a passing train

Talking shadow in a telephone box

I was running

She was walking

It was one of those rainy days

I was looking

She was turning

SUddenly I met your face

Umbrella Army II

 (Peters)

[Instrumental]

Goodbye, Mr Chips !

 (Peters)

[Instrumental]

Oriental Skies

 (Peters)

Under oriental skies

A yellow sun is shining

Under oriental skies

A bloodred sun is dying

Where will it go

Where will it take me

Where will it go

Where will it take me to

You'll never get to the heart

The heart of the matter

You'll never get to the point

You only scratch the surface

Why can't you see

Why can't you see it

Why can't you see it clear

Down by the river a thousand

Red flowers in bloom

A woman is silently rowing her

Boat to the sea

Tomorrow there will be

Another beautiful day