Copyright Texte, sofern nicht anders vermerkt: Andreas Schirneck

 

Time to pay

 

I started at a party down at the farm

I thought a little loving couldn’t do no harm

A-kissing and a-hugging down in the hay

And now the time has come to pay.

 

She was a little cutie, a country beauty

I might have drunk a scotch too much

But now I’m sober, in grey October

And marriage has me in it’s clutch.

 

I never thought it could come to this

It just started out with a simple kiss.

To a shotgun wedding in the month of June

Goodbye freedom, all too soon.

 

She was a little cutie, a country beauty

I might have drunk a scotch too much

But now I’m sober, in grey October

And marriage has me in it’s clutch.

 

Two can be company but three’s a crowd.

And that smelly little accident is much too loud.

There’s no relaxing anywhere both day and night

I wish I’d had a little bit more foresight.

 

She was a little cutie, a country beauty

I might have drunk a scotch too much

But now I’m sober, in grey October

And marriage has me in it’s clutch.

 

She said she was expecting, parents were suspecting

And she just asked you what steps you’d take

Instead of thinking big ones, you visualized the shotguns

And then I made my next mistake.

 

She was a little cutie, a country beauty

I might have drunk a scotch too much

But now I’m sober, in grey October

And marriage has me in it’s clutch.

 

I started at a party down at the farm

I thought a little loving couldn’t do no harm

A-kissing and a-hugging down in the hay

And now the time has come to pay.

 

The four ages of life

 

I passed the age of crying

When I was not aware

But I know that even if I’d seen

The change and things that might have been

I wouldn’t care.

I passed the age of laughing

Never did it too much anyway

I’d hate myself for having fun

And though my life had just begun

A day was just a day – A day was just a day.

 

 

I passed the age of hearing

The wise things people said to me.

I only heard the things I’d need

To give myself another lead

To find the road to liberty.

I passed the age of dreaming

My dreams faded away.

A dream’s perfection in the night

Grew older in the morning light

And died there were it lay – And died there were it lay.

 

I passed the age of loving

Left love veiled in mystery.

Each bed I shared would be the last

But when the joyous storm had passed

The wind would set me free,

I passed the age of memories

Cast away things I didn’t need.

The cold museums of my brain

Were locked and shackled with a chain

The moment that a new day spread its seed.

The moment that a new day spread its seed.

 

I reached the age of Common sense

And took sometimes to look around.

And stood on the point in time

Where memories are like wine

Of paradise refound.

The simple age of Common sense

A body carved down to the bone.

Where I can lie and chew the flesh

And pretend that all I eat is fresh

The lives that I have known

The deaths that I have known.

 

In the night

 

In the night I can hear her calling

And I wake to the sound of my name.

I find myself wishing for the morning

So I can throw these memories from my brain.

 

In the daytime when nothing stands before me

And I’m walking through a cold and endless rain

I need her warmth and softness to hole me

And I pray for the night time again.

 

I see you as a vision that’s reflected in the sun

But like a siren you’re impossible to find.

You are ready to stand before me when my day is almost done

Should I be blind

It can’t erase your presence in my mind.

 

The moon shines over the mountains

Like a silvering kite sailing free

To offer to those still searching

For the night is the time for you and me.

 

Make my day

 

Hey now baby, want you make my day

Ain’t no fun in being alone,

that’s what I’m trying to say

Let’s go out a walking in the evening breeze

Watch it lift your dress above your pretty knees

And if your eyes are smiling I can ask you please

Baby won’t you make my day.

 

Hey now baby, ain’t it good to be alive

I don’t know where we’re going, ain’t worried

when we arrive

Let’s go down to the harbor watch the ships comes in

Tell you everything about what a fool I’ve been

To think that loving life was something like a sin

Baby won’t you make my day.

Hey now baby, sure is good to hold your hand

You don’t have to say a word, we both understand

Let’s go down to a little place I know real well

I think that you and me have got some tales to tell

You’re lovely in the candlelight, I’m thinking well

Baby won’t you make my day.

 

Hey now baby, let me go with you tonight

The feelings good and I know we should-yeah the feeling’s right

Let’s walk together underneath the starlit sky

Smile at other lovers as they walk by

And as I turn to kiss you I can hear you sigh

Baby won’t you make my day.

 

Now the colors are lost

 

I realize that the sun’s in your eyes

But not half as much as the rain is in mine

The wind took your smile on a cold day last fall

Wrapped up with the leaves as you left me behind.

 

As we fun in hand as we chased summer rainbows

To search for the gold where they touched the hill

Now the colors are lost in the late evening shadows

In the dark winter nights I remember you still.

 

There were time I remember

When we wandered together

When I was the killer

With a dream to fulfill

But the games they were lost

In those black evening shadows

In these long winter nights

I remember you still.

 

On where are you now, are you still the romantic

Are you smiling at him who has taken my place

In a fairy tale world where lovers surrender

Their hearts to their killers with trust and with grace.

 

There were time I remember

When we wandered together

When I was the killer

With a dream to fulfill

But the games they were lost

In those black evening shadows

In these long winter nights

I remember you still.

 

I hope that you’re happy

I hope you think of me

We still see the same moon

In the same azure sky

Is your life just a mirage

Like mine has become

To be stuck in a  moment

That still passes by.

 

There were time I remember….

 

Like a hungry predator

 

Living love can kill you,

Does this information fill you

With joy or trepidation

It depends on where you’re at

You enter as a stranger

On a scene that’s rich in danger

And your sole change of survival

Is the cunning of the rat.

 

Love will somehow find you

And use all its strength to bind you

To a new and strange direction

Where you just don’t want to go

You can’t keep up a resistance

To her firm and calm instance

You are drawn into her waters

And are swept on by the flow.

 

You will always be a looser

No way you can refuse her

When love assaults your sense

Like a siren on the rocks.

In love you’ve met your master

And your ship heads for disaster

She may reach a hidden harbor

But you won’t survive the shocks.

                     

You can pass this information

To the younger generation

But they love behind your back

As if you’re the amateur.

Then your pretty teenage daughter

Forget everything you’ve taught her

When love strolls round the corner

Like a hungry predator.

 

You pray that she’ll deny it

But she doesn’t even try it

From all that you have learned

You know she hasn’t got a chance.

The seeds of your destruction

Are contained in her seduction

You are once again the looser

As she falls into a trance.

 

You will always be a looser

No way you can refuse her

When love assaults your sense

Like a siren on the rocks.

In love you’ve met your master

And your ship heads for disaster

She may reach a hidden harbor

But you won’t survive the shocks.

                                     

Love is a tormenter

You can’t help but let her enter

Your soul just like a sword

On a shattered battleground

She’ll abuse you and mistreat you

She will kick and bite and beat you

The chain you for her plunder

On her merry-go-around.

 

You will always be a looser

No way you can refuse her

When love assaults your sense

Like a siren on the rocks.

In love you’ve met your master

And your ship heads for disaster

She may reach a hidden harbor

But you won’t survive the shocks.

Ah….

 

 

On the run

 

I’m a long way from Kentucky

And a sight from Tennessee.

I left my baby way down south

And it’s the place I long to be

The place I long to be.

 

Killed a man in Nashville

When he drew a gun on me

But I was seen and I had to run

To protect my liberty.

To protect my liberty.

 

I found some work in Texas

To earn my daily bread.

But that deputy sheriff caught my trail

No time to rest my weary head.

No time to rest my weary head.

 

I got on a train in Houston

With nothing but the clothes I wore.

I dropped off in New Mexico

A refugee from the law.

A refugee from the law.

 

And now I’m bound to run and hide

But a free man I’ll never be

The warmth of love that I once knew

I never more will see.

The warmth of love that I once knew

I never more will see.

 

Kind of fool

 

Done a lot of thinking,

‘Bout what’s right and ‘bout what’s wrong

Done a lot of thinking,

‘Bout what’s right and ‘bout what’s wrong

And those who think they understand it

And those who try not to belong.

 

We spend a lot of time in talking

Just sit around and discuss

We spend a lot of time in talking

Just sit around and discuss

Affairs of state and politicians

Just making fools out of us.

 

Big Brother is still watching,

But I don’t heed his lies no more.

Big Brother is still watching,

But I don’t heed his lies no more.

I’m gonna be a hero

Take from the rich give to the poor.

 

Fight them with their own weapons,

Make sure that they’ll remember me

Fight them with their own weapons,

Make sure that they’ll remember me

Life may be short,

But I ain’t the nobody I used to be.

 

All that talks of patriotism,

You have to be some kind of fool

All that talks of patriotism,

You have to be some kind of fool

You got to be patriotic to yourself

That’s the only golden rule.

 

I’m a mercenary soldier,

Hey momma take a look at me

I’m a mercenary soldier,

Hey momma take a look at me

Envying the rich cats of Berlin,

That’s not the way it’ got to be.

 

 

I’m doing okay

 

You say that you’ve got everything that you wanted

The life you once needed you think you forgot

You say that you’re free and you’re laughing at me

At the cool independence which I haven’t got.

 

You’re busy exploring the depths of your passion

And your partner is no-one you’ve known or have seen

And though you can’t hold her, you’re dreaming you told her

All the far away places who think you have been.

 

But you can do better, just go out and get her

Don’t let her imagine that she’ll get away

Your action don’t rhyme with the state of your mind

So don’t tell me what I am I’m doing okay.

 

You know you can’t live in a fairy tale castle

Just dreaming of sunsets that never may be

She’ll be waiting there still at the top of the hill

So climb up and hold her, and then you will see.

 

But you can do better, just go out and get her

Don’t let her imagine that she’ll get away

Your action don’t rhyme with the state of your mind

So don’t tell me what I am I’m doing okay.

 

But you can do better, just go out and get her

Don’t let her imagine that she’ll get away

Your action don’t rhyme with the state of your mind

So don’t tell me what I am I’m doing okay.

 

Shame!

 

I don’t wonder ‘bout what’s happening

I’ve seen it all before.

In this crazy world of wonder,

Which man could ask for more.

With politicians spouting

All that worthless rhetoric

With people hungry on the streets

And children getting sick

I don’t wonder about religion,

It’s just did too much harm.

We’d better off with idols

Or some innocent good luck charm.

Shame shame shame…

 

I don’t wonder about the wonder of life

Which seems we want to kill

Cos when it comes to war and hate

We never get our fill.

To build the weapons industry

Will guarantee success

And when the war is over

We’ll be cleaning up the mess.

With lots of desperate families

Without a place to live

And lots of grasping charities

Which take but hate to give.

Shame…

 

I don’t wonder ‘bout what’s happening

It’s a sickness of mankind.

I won’t walk in a political shadow

Or follow it behind.

The number of worthless values

In this new society

Reminds me of the things we’ve lost

While trying to be free.

We took a wrong direction

And we’ve got ourselves to blame

But we paint a smile upon our face

To our undying shame.

 

Shame…

 

 

Waiting for the dreamworld

 

Today I see the light ‘bout which you told me

But still dirt doesn’t change to diamonds in my hand

There’s still no-one to talk to or to hold me

No matter what I try to understand.

But at last I think I see my destination

At last I’ve found a road which I can tread on

And I don’t expect my brothers to come up and shake my hand

‘cos my destination’s still inside my head.

                        

Yes a lot of rain has fallen on my shoulders

But I never forgot the things that you once said

So now I think I’m heading for the sunshine

You got to try to live before you’re dead.

 

If the tree of paradise will keep on growing

Someday I just might find a branch where I can sit

But it’s harder for a man to keep on climbing

When he can’t tell that a branch for him exists.

Yes it’s hard to find a simple code for living

Though you find advisors every way you turn

There are as many different ways to live as ways

There are to die

But you got to find your own way to learn.

 

Yes a lot of rain has fallen on my shoulders…

 

We’re all standing here in silent desperation

Waiting for the dream world we can try

Nothing comes that easy – that’s what some of us have learned

For the rest of us the dream will just pass by.

But no man has no more chances than another

Just as many as you dare to take yourself

So get up off your ass my friend and come and give a hand

That move just might be one you need to make.

 

Yes a lot of rain has fallen on my shoulders…

 

This sad old town

 

I’m gonna drink all night

I ain’t gonna hurry.

Since you walked out on me

I ain’t gonna worry.

 

Watch the people sitting here

Smile upon their faces

They don’t have to give a damn

They’re all going places.

 

Listen to that sad sad song

That the band is playing.

Think about those sad sad words

That the man is saying.

 

Trying to figure out

Where we started going wrong

Once we turned the corner

Didn’t take so long

It kinda kills the pain

If you drink to numb your brain

Singing over and over

And over this sad song.

 

Listen to that sad sad song

That the band is playing.

Think about those sad sad words

That the man is saying.

 

Sit and watch the sun go down

Fire on the river

Fire up this sad old town

And all my troubles with her.

 

Listen to that sad sad song

That the band is playing.

Think about those sad sad words

That the man is saying.

 

 

Garbage in the mind

 

How much shit we have to swallow every day

one day something tell you “that's enough”

If we smoke too much

Breathing get’s harder

if you drink to forget

your body will let you know.

 

Your brain may implode

from shit overloaded 

from the trash in the papers and on tv

is it all true or a bunch of lies?

and what we gonna do about it

Let’s wipe all that shit away !

 

If you been working too hard,

you feel drained 

you're exhausted you are tired 

we have a inbuilt warning system

for almost anything

evolution must know it was,

but it ain’t developed far enough to know :

 

Your brain may implode

from shit overloaded 

from the trash in the papers and on tv

is it all true or a bunch of lies?

and what we gonna do about it

Let’s wipe all that shit away !

 

 

How to be Happy     

 

Here there are so many books

All the bookshops are bursting.

And they all want to teach you

to lead a better life, preaching to you:

yes you can!

There are Books to ease

heartache and pain

how to instantaneuosly lose your weight

to tell how to teach your kids

What and what not to eat.

 

But the books don’t give a damn about you.

Whether or not you adopt their doctrine.

Just don’t mention the imperitive:buy!buy!buy!

Forget about the rest, they don't care.

Forget about the rest, they don't care.

Forget about the rest, they don't care.

Forget about the rest, they don't care.

 

The books bring you happiness,

they inform you of your needs,

they know what is important in life

what is right and what is wrong

They tell you what you’re doing wrong

and how you lead a better life 

They convince you

These books are made for you.

 

But the books don’t give a damn about you.

Whether or not you adopt their doctrine.

Just don’t mention the imperitive:buy!buy!buy!

Forget about the rest, they don't care.

Forget about the rest, they don't care…

 

 

More than a dream 

 

Every night I’m on the way

to a magical windswept ride.

I see lots of familiar things

and I feel that it's all right.

So many friends are waiting for me,

and I am happy to see them all.

And I recognize myself

in all these magic things.

 

Chorus:

Oh what a dream

i'm encounter every night.

it will always be a part of my life .

 

I see the cowgirl in the sand and the man who needs a maid.

I meet the loner in this old house while I drive the interstate.

The painter plays this old guitar to the gusting prairie wind

I make a journey through the past with the old man without rings.   Oh…

 

A southern man lost his country home on the deep forbidden lake

And Mr. Soul meets the ocean girl and they seek the ways of love.

Pocahontas on the beach

with Surfer Joe viewing harvest moon

Sign’s in the sky that’s about to rain, Captain Kennedy comes too soon.

 

Oh…

 

Then I meet the dreamin’ man who was born in Ontario

The danger bird flies alone, the western hero wants to go.

On sugar mountain I meet Sun Green and she chats with Farmer John

The Stringman takes the spirit road and the country girl said: Walk on!

 

Oh…

 

 

Same old feeling 

 

Oh what I feel is so clear,

Oh, babe you are my dear

Oh that's a long good time,

For you and me, with warranty

Oh what I feel is so clear,

Oh, babe you are my dear

Oh that's a long good time,.

For me and you, I know it's true.

 

You are the sunlight on my skin,

You're the rain which cools me,

You are the silence in the noise,

You're the sky above me.

 

You are the light when darkness falls.

You are the night when I crave rest.

You are the dew on my cheek,

You are the moon when the night takes me.

 

Oh what I feel is so clear…

 

You are the color in my dreams,

You are the water that I need

You are the salt upon my skin,

You give me health, when I am sick.

 

You're the bird, you brings the spring,

You are the ghost within the marsh

You are the beginning and the end,

You're the whole wide world to me.

 

You are the star that gives me hope,

You're the air I need to breathe

You are the dream within my sleep,

You are the tranqulility that I need.

You're the bird, you brings the spring,

You are the ghost within the marsh.

You are the beginning and the end,

You're the whole wide world to me.

 

Oh what I feel is so clear…

 

 

The Earth will weep

 

Walkin’ in rain, waitin’ for hope

Fog in my head, I can not sleep.

Let the spirit in, wish you were here

Colors in flames, washin’ my eyes.

Divin’ with whales, heat on my skin

Tell me the reason, why we must win.

The air is a mirror, birds flying by

over the ocean into the sky.

 

One day the earth will weep,

She will beg for her life,

she will cry tears of blood.

And when she dies, we will die.

 

I am like a shadow,

don't have enough power

where are the heroes?

They're all dead now

too many people got rid of changes, they let things happen.

The earth is the only savior.

Can't you see how the sky is burning?

Announcing the end of our world.

We are knocking, knocking on hells gate

There are no gods and no more pain.

 

One day the earth will weep,

She will beg for her life,

They will cry tears of blood.

And when she dies, we will die.

 

 

It has to be said

 

I have to say

that the things you said were wrong

You said some things

that to my mind don’t belong.

I guess you have a right

to speak your mind.

I don’t help nothing

if you leave the facts behind

Oh - leave the facts behind.

 

You think that it’s okay to put us down.

Because we hail

from a little country town.

You think you’re better

‘cause you’re living in L.A.

I might surprise you brother

but we got things to say.

Oh – we got things to say.

 

I’ve got to say that the things you said.

Caused a lot of hurt and pain.

It might be wise to apologise.

Before we board that train.

 

I have to say

that the things you said were wrong

You said some things

that to my mind don’t belong.

I guess you have a right

to speak your mind.

I don’t help nothing

if you leave the facts behind

Oh - leave the facts behind.

 

 

Addiction

 

It’s a long long way to the road I lost.

And to find a way through the

fields I’ve crossed. To search for you.

Search for the pain

yes the pain that’s there.

And creeping things

crawling through my hair.

Like a live shampoo.

You’re a drug for me

and I guess I’m hooked.

And the habit gets stronger

every place I’ve looked.

The withdrawal thing.

I don’t change nothing to complain.

But I start to wonder if I’m insane.

And the thought does sting.

 

Someone said once that love is a drug.

But he didn’t know nothing

it was all humbug. You get a lot of that.

I’m speaking from experience

When I say it ‘ll get you with a vengeance.

Like a drowning rat.

So here I am someplace I don’t know.

Just looking round wich way to go.

To where you are.

I love my drug but it drives me mad.

A slavering lust for a lost jihad.

Yes it’ s gone too far.

 

The Prophet

 

Something is missing, something is wrong.

I’ll try to explain in the words of this song.

I feel in my heart we are deaf dumband blind.

And the lost age of reason has left us behind.

 

And who’s to say come a brand new day.

When everything turns round.

A Prophet arrives to change our lives

With the truth that he has found.

 

We slavishly cling to the toys of our time.

No synchronization no pattern no rhyme.

We captured the earth just to prove we’re the best,

Our hunger increasing to eat up the rest.

 

And who’s to say come a brand new day…

 

What have we gained over ten thousand years

Sects and religions of hatred and fears,

Torture and kill in the name of a lord.

Who gave us machine guns the bomb and the sword.

 

And who’s to say come a brand new day…

 

And the only true god to which all men give prayer

Is a Swiss Bank in Zürich with profit(prophet) to bear.

So let us adore him and all join our hands.

For the only true god that mankind understands.

 

And who’s to say come a brand new day…

 

 

Revelation

 

I hope I’m still alive

When you finally arrive.

Who can tell without doubt

Just what love is about.

    

I’m just taking so long

Dreams in poems and song

But I hope she will be

A good teacher for me

 

Time spent with lovers I’ve met on the way.

They knew not what I seek.

I’m impatiently waiting for that day.

Next month or next year or next week.

 

I hope I’m still alive…

 

 

Stranger in town

 

You look like a loner and thensome.

Standing in the corner on your own.

With a half full whisky glass in your right hand.

Like a long lost Jack Kerouac Clown.

 

You’re a stranger in this town you know nobody.

With your half closed eyes you don’t even seem to care.

A lonesome traveler with a gunny sack.

Who needs a good dose of healthy barroom air.

 

Leader of the pack

Knocks his whisky back

Casts his eyes on me

Don’t like what he see

Would love to play the part

But afraid to make a start

Let them have their fun

I’m bound for moving on.

 

 

The Soul of my Guitar

 

The nights are getting longer

The days are shrinking fast.

And my old guitar starts to sing.

She’s a wise song-singer.

Who just woke up at last.

I just can’t teach her anything.

 

We’ve had long years together.

She looks a little worn.

But her voice has grown

with every song she played.

Seen lots of wind and weather,

since she was born

There’s nothing that can

make her feel afraid.

My old guitar     -     my old guitar.

   

We’ve known some jungle camps

Sat round some warm campfires.

Until the flames

were burning pretty low

The stars like twinkling lamps

We sang of man’s desires

Held her tight and let the music flow.

My old guitar   -     my old guitar.

             

But now the days are colder.

She’s singing different now

It seems to me

her voice has somehow grown.

I feel it getting bolder

As if she makes a vow

To tell my feelings that I’m not alone.

My old guitar   -     my old guitar.

Through your eyes

 

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I see the pain.

That made me run to the midnight sun

But brought me back again.

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I see the battle lost.

To the love that stole my wandering soul

And the heartache that it cost.

 

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I see the misery.

Can you forgive the urge to live

In the man I tried to be.

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I take me by the hand

And kiss the torment from my eyes

And would I understand.

 

Kiss the torment from my eyes

And say I understand

Lead me out of the night

Lead me out of the night…

 

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I see the pain.

That made me run to the midnight sun

But brought me back again.

If I could see me through your eyes

Would I see the battle lost.

To the love that stole my wandering soul

And the heartache that it cost.

 

 

Journey without end

 

Heading home on a westbound train,

Just a weary troubadour.

I once believe this train was mine

But now I’m not so shure

Among the desert sand

Where all perspectives blend

It’s a ghostly train that tells your brain you’ve seen this place - before.

 

In this crazy dream I’m too numb to scream what am I doing here

Can’t see no fellow passengers and there ain’t no engineer.

Stare out of the scene - Ugly and unclean

The baking sand of a barren land where a man - may die in fear.

 

A shimmering station passes by, or was it just a dream

A land of weird illusions, things just ain’t what they seem

Stare at the desolation - a devil made creation

I’ll sing my song so tunelessly till it turns - into a scream.

 

 

The dusty hardware store

 

She kept an old dusty hardware store

Or maybe it just kept her.

Surrounded by mirrors

and magic and more

Living the way we once were.

 

No-one could tell me

the years she’d seen.

Some said a hundred or more.

Spectacled, smiling and softly serene

The moment you opened the door.

 

She’d tell you strange stories

of long long ago.

The world was a much kinder place.

No cars and computers

and life was so slow

And the human race wasn’t a race.

 

The sea was not dying

from those plastic bags

That will finally strangle the earth

When fashion was more

just than tattoos and rags

And adventure was still

something worth.

 

She lived in that dusty hardware store

With things she’d known all her life.

I often wondered but couldn’t be sure

If she had been someone’s wife.

 

Victorian lace tied under her chin

Head up small and so proud.

She never told us of what she had been.

And we never asked her out loud.

 

She’d tell you strange stories

of long long ago.

The world was a much kinder place.

No cars and computers

and life was so slow

And the human race wasn’t a race.

 

The sea was not dying

from those plastic bags

That will finally strangle the earth

When fashion was more

just than tattoos and rags

And adventure was still

something worth.

 

 

About love

 

If I had the love of an Celtic girl

I’d put the world to shame.

She’s sing me the song that’s been hidden so long

And give it to the tame.

A voice of desire framed with curls of fire

She would sing me the secret world

The most beautiful truth of perpetual youth

That we have ever heard.

 

If I had the love of an Indian girl

I’d teach the world to whistle.

The song of the breeze in the leaves of the trees

With the sharpness of a thistle.

The song of the birth of a land so vast

That we think that we have won

A melody that will live on at the last

When we are surely gone.

                      

An aborigine girl would sing me dreams

Created in the sand.

That nurtured life like a mother should

From the secrets of the land.

She would teach me to live

how to take and to give

Till the world is balanced right

Twixt a billion stars we’ve long forgot

In the darkest outback night

 

If I had the love of an European girl

I’d sing to her the truth

Love and passion ain’t chained to fashion

And beauty is not just youth.

I would show her the things

that were shown to me

By my lovers of the earth

And if she should succeed to shed her skin

She would know what it is worth.

 

 

The Gambler

 

Can you hear what I’m saying

When I call out your name

Watching the cards you are playing

In that mean poker game.

Do you hear when I tell you

It don’t matter at all

Are my words like the ghost

Of a long distance call.

 

Do you sense that the Joker

Has the smell of success

And is in for the kill

And my voice matters less.

Yes the game you are playing

Is a cross you must bear.

And you try not to show it

By the smile that you wear.

 

In the game you are playing

The stakes are so high

If you win you’re a god

If you lose then you die.

In between there is nothing

But the gamblers pain

In the deep of the silence

Trying to hide from the rain.

 

 

Lonesome Troubadour

 

As I travel through the highways

and the byway of my mind

I wonder just where I’m coming from.

It’s not just the places

and the friends I left behind

That make it hard to face

the world alone.

 

I left my friends and family

to make it by myself

My guitar wrapped up in a gunny sack.

And a bunch of songs I’d written

and had hidden on a shelf

I guess my pride won’t let me go on back.

 

Just like it has always been and

it will ever be.

Men have voyaged and have suffered

for their dreams

My song made me a prisoner

of my chosen destiny

As crazy and as foolish as it seems.

 

I’ve sung in bars and jungle camps

and even rode the blinds

Let others look deep down into my soul.

I’ve known the love and hate and lies

and sorrow of mankind

Seen lives that are way out of control.

 

I’m a part of tradition

and I guess I’m kinda proud

Like Guthrie and Pete Seeger

and Neil Young.

We sing our songs of humaness

and sing them way out loud

In the hope it helps us all to get along.

 

Just like it has always been and

it will ever be.

Men have voyaged and have suffered

for their dreams

My song made me a prisoner

of my chosen destiny

As crazy and as foolish as it seems.

 

 

The Cell

 

The way they told it to me,

you found just what you’re looking for

So let me know your secret,

so I can even up the score

You called me brother once,

and so I thought you were my friend

And if you treat it right,

a friendship never has to end

The mist that gathers round me,

the walls seem to pound me

hands fixed firmly to the stone

The words of the forgotten,

their memory going rotten

Graffiti of the great unknown.

 

The way they told it to me,

you’d been a prisoner in this cell

The time that I last saw you,

you said you’d just escaped from hell

I know they spoke the truth,

I read your words upon the stone

 

And I can think about them,

the way you can when you’re alone

 

The death that stands before me,

the killers waiting for me

I think I may escape them yet

I feel that we’ll frustrate them,

maybe infuriate them

I hope that friendship won’t forget.

 

My friend I’m waiting for you,

I know that you won’t let me down

Though on the face I’m wearing,

there’s the beginning of a frown

Now by my calculations,

you should have reached me some weeks ago

Has something happened to you,

I’m fearful but I just don’t know

And while I’m sitting thinking,

I feel my hope is sinking

I know you’d help me if you could

Is friendship an illusion, my mind is in confusion

They stop my vision with the hood.

 

 

A little goodbye

 

I can tell by your smile that you’ll wait for a while

While I make a change of plan.

You know I’m not wrong when I say won’t be long

You know I’ll do the best that I can.

 

It was no great surprise when I looked in your eyes

And I said that it has to be you.

I asked you trust when I told you that first

There is one little thing I must do.

 

I have to pay a call on my lady

And tell her that we’re having to part

Our souls have gone in different directions

And someone else has - stolen my heart.

 

Darling you know that I don’t want to go

But I don’t hold with living a lie

I know you’ll agree that our hearts can’t be free

Till I tell her it’s finally goodbye.

 

What you’re going through in the hour or two

I swear I’ll make it better once again

And I prophesy that the tear in your eye

Will be gone, with all your fears and pain.

 

I have to pay a call on my lady

And tell her that we’re having to part

Our souls have gone in different directions

And someone else has - stolen my heart.

 

 

Suche      ( für Klaus Renft )

 

Noch im Kriege gebor‘n, manch Vater ging verlor’n                          

Nicht in der Schlacht, aber in der Liebe.

Das brennt sich ein wie ein fehlendes Bein

Und kommt irgendwann wieder zu dir.

Wort bau‘n nun mal kein Vertrauen

Auf dieser Welt nicht und sonstwo

So manches Mal find ich eine Tür

Die läßt mich ein zu mir.       

 

Ich zeige den Leuten den Weg,

und weiß selber nicht, wo’s langgeht.

So ein Wandersmann, der kommt niemals an

Und das will er sicher auch nicht.

Was kostet die Welt, ich nehme zwei

Und ich bin immer noch auf der Suche

Nach ‘nem Stück vom Glück und ‘nem guten Song

Und nach ein bißchen Liebe vielleicht auch.

 

Alles ist im Fließen, alles ist im Gehen

auf blauen Pflastersteinen

Warum ist es so schwer, man selbst zu sein

Bis man ohne Stimme fort fliegt.

Im schneeweißen Dampfer, über den Gipfeln der Wut

In uns selber Kreise ziehn.

Zwischen Liebe und Zorn, in den Welten verlor‘n

Zwischen Ost und West zerrieben.

Keiner hält mich aus, nie komm‘ ich an

Wär ich doch hier oder dort geblieben.

 

Ich zeige den Leuten den Weg,

und weiß selber nicht, wo’s langgeht.

So ein Wandersmann, der kommt niemals an

Und das will er sicher auch nicht.

Was kostet die Welt, ich nehme zwei

Und ich bin immer noch auf der Suche

Nach ‘nem Stück vom Glück und ‘nem guten Song

Und nach ein bißchen Liebe vielleicht auch.

 

Zerrissen für immer, der Himmel wird krank,

ist der Mensch einmal zuschanden.

Die letzte Reise, gelbe Strassenbahn

Zu den Gefährten der schönsten Tage.

Das sieht man ihn tanzen über der Stadt

Über schweren Bahnhofsdächern.

Hat ein Mädchen dabei, was zu rauchen auch

Und ‘ne Flasche, die niemals leer wird.

Und wenn du ihn siehst, dann wink ihm mal zu

Das ist der Bruder des Rock’N Roll.

 

Er zeigt den Leuten den Weg,

und weiß selber nicht, wo’s langgeht.

So ein Wandersmann, der kommt niemals an

Und das will er sicher auch nicht.

Was kostet die Welt, ich nehme zwei

Und ich bin immer noch auf der Suche

Nach ‘nem Stück vom Glück und ‘nem guten Song

Und nach ein bißchen Liebe vielleicht auch.