Where is the love

why must I roam
these dark and lonesome roads
not a star that shines
to light me the way
and no one to share
my need and my despair
yet I will never
let go

where is the love
that used to fill my heart
now your name's carved in stone
and I’m here alone
long are the days but longer still the nights
yet I will never
let go

but how will I be true to the word that I gave
and will you forgive me if I fail?



As I lay

as I lay on the grass
in the early sun
as I lay on the grass
in the melancholy sun

   I’m following the clouds
   and a train shakes the ground
   and then it moves away

as you lay underground
sleeping in the dirt
as you lay underground
in that old white shirt

   I’m following the clouds
   and a train shakes the ground
   and then it moves away

all that remains:
a story that’s written in the sky
with paper
and holy water
from Santa Barbara


What we are made of

after the summer
when the rain had come and you no longer mine
we still had each other
and we talked about you leaving us behind

we saw you fading
your image blurring
the picture changing
the story born
that’s what we set out to create anyway
a new beginning
a better life and love

‘coz that’s what we’re made of:
the stories that we change along the way
there’s no objective
because there is no present anyway


Time

when you looked at me
for the very last time
and I realized
that all we had was time

we spent it thoughtlessly
thinking we’d be growing old together
you and I

in the dying light
when you stepped out of time
and left us all behind
to understand in time

we spent it carelessly,
we didn’t know that it would end
with having no tomorrow,
you and I

your eyes, no light
dressed up, laid out
your hand so cold in mine
your lips, no sound
your chin, we bound
your hand so cold in mine


Fourteen Angels

in your silent hour
safe and sound
in your patchwork blanket
underground

then the lightning strikes me
burns the ground
there were fourteen angels
all around

to protect and to guard
but instead they took your soul away
fourteen angels turned you down

   when you go to sleep
   there are fourteen angels watch do keep

when the pain began
no one saw
what was growing in you
moving slow

you can hear them whisper:
go to sleep
we are fourteen angels watch do keep


Ring (on my finger)

this ring on my finger
is all that I have
I turn it around and around
and around and around since you left
and I know that I’ll never
bring you back from where you don’t belong

I’m gonna miss you girl
like spring, like water cool and clear
what good’s a piece of metal
if it’s not with you to share?
and I know that I’ll never
bring you back from where you don’t belong

if time is a circle,
I know that I’ll just have to wait for my turn
no, no I can’t stand to miss you that long
I’m not strong, I’m lonely and blue


Eight months

when our love was strong
and our hearts still young
and the world revolved around us
we were living outside space & time

it lasted forever
that’s what we thought
always together
and we held each other
closely through the night
coz’ we knew that something terrible and strong

was taking you over
like some kind of spell
and we both remembered
that young doctor, so well spoken
shy and handsome at his desk

eight months, eight months,
that’s all you’re gonna get
eight months, eight months,
that’s all

they lasted forever
for how could we know
that the world revolved around us
we were living outside space and time


Eurydice

I will descend into the underworld
to claim you as my bride
dig you up from your silent grave
to bring you back to life
I’m gonna wake you up ‘coz the time has come
the waiting done

   but I won’t look back
   just follow my tracks
   we can look ahead

I reject the concept of eternity
‘coz you belong to me
and I’ll use the power of my vocal chords
the words will set you free,
I’m gonna shake you up ‘coz the time has come
the waiting done

   but I won’t look back
   just follow my tracks
   we can look ahead

everybody tells me that it’s useless, coz’ she’s never coming back, but I ain’t gonna listen, I just want my Eurydice


Not a country girl (lyrics: Sasja Janssen)

   I will choose my way to die
   I am a vinex woman
   not a country girl

I walk around the terrace in my butterfly thong
eyes popping out from everywhere, out of my legs
my belly and my thong is so small
soft and so champagne
here in this suburb with the wooden quays
without water where the girl’s legs climb up the façade

   I will choose my way to die
   I am a vinex woman
   not a country girl

I know a swallow that pawns its feathers for my dreams
it drops them on my feet, I keep them for my sleep
I see a man he hangs a memory bolt upright
over his wife, his child the hem she prizes off

   I will choose my way to die
   I am a vinex woman
   not a country girl

from the corner I point at myself
and then I realise:
   I’m royal blue
here I stand in ravenous beauty
   I’m royal blue
I will choose my way to die


Completely silent

completely silent it must be
no children singing merrily
the quiet hum of a machine
no screams and squeals of frightened meat
the slaughter smiles
he strikes a match and then he smokes
and please no telephone
and no complaints:
we’re temporarily on hold

not still enough, no sound I said
no shambling, breathing traffic noise
no dogs that bark, locking of doors
no birds no insects, I’m on guard,
so please don’t wake me
no gusts of wind, no visitors
footsteps in the gravel on the lawn
we’re temporarily on hold

and only when it’s finally completely silent
then I shall carefully tune in
because you see, I’d like so much
so very much
just one more time, just once your voice
the sweet words that you said
my silly name
I thought I heard you whispering


Song for M

can you hear me

all that power in your hands

would you take some good advice from a friend?
though you think you look so cool
you are just somebody’s fool

doing everything they tell you to do

don’t cry
 when the curtain falls

and your friends have left and no one seems to care

though you think you look so well

you are just an empty shell

at the mercy of your fair weather friends

don’t cry 
when the curtain falls

and you’re sitting in your room staring at the walls
don’t cry
when the curtain falls

and your friends have left and no one seems to care

can you hear me

when you’re lying in your bed

and you think that all the world’s made for you?