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Kiss The Girls
04:16
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Kiss The Girls
Leaning out on the balcony, try to save what’s lost tonight
As out comes the shit we so desperately tried to hide.
And yes, on our shoulders we carry many secrets around
How could we believe they’d die without a sound
As the girls kiss the girls, kiss the girls
Men & women wounded, so many houses for sale
Longing for the cave where nothing or no one would fail
So I take my muse forever and ever by the hand
Let’s find the others, find the lovers on top of the stairs
As the girls kiss the girls, kiss the girls
Oh oh oh what a feeling…
I look through the room, see that everything is open tonight
I put my tender head on, make sure to kill the light
The room feels forsaken, but all my senses are bright
My head’s a volcano, everything breaks open tonight
As the girls kiss the girls, kiss the girls
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SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER NOT TO DIE
You stumble through the jungle leaning on your telephone
You feel a bit confused drinking on your own
Your coat all ragged and your heart as cold as stone
You walk the black streets home
You find yourself asleep, but your eyes are open wide
To find out in the morning that you just learned how to fly
With a one way ticket to heaven up high
Sometimes it's better not to die
You wish you could feel all you wanna feel
But the roads you roam are made of stone
You find yourself scratching 'FUCK' on the windshield
And you walk the black streets home
The road is long and narrow and all your friends are too
But there's a silver shaddow across the sky
And both me and you we know plenty of things to do
Sometimes it's better not to die
You're wearing your hat to have your actions reconciled
To words that keep appearing as a big blur, they don't rhyme
Your voice sings as if you drank six bottles of wine
Somtimes it's better not to die
You feel you could run straight into the night
You can hear your doggie barking, do you wanna be my wife
Feels like a dream, but you’re definitely alive
Somtimes it's better not to die
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Old House
03:11
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OLD HOUSE
Neuroses, psychoses and so called wrong choises are written all over my back, all up to the neck.
All meant to get me asleep and back on the track, but I won’t go back. No, I won’t go back.
I’ve got this feeling growing up to the ceiling, straight to the roof of my head.
Where gunfire is no stranger and you’re always in danger, but deep down inside I´m not dead.
Down in the old house all senses are dying and all I can see is black. I won’t go back.
For I’m just a fool and I won’t stop crying till all the guns cease in my head and I won´t drop dead.
Love has no meaning, it´s just the best feeling that I can remember I had and it´s back in my head.
You can call me sick or disintegrated and I will smile instead. Love is back in my head.
It´s just the best feeling, hidden at the ceiling, hidden at the roof of my head.
And gunfire is ceasing, it´s no longer freezing and I´m not dead……
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Lovesong
03:41
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LOVESONG
Her picture in a frame, her hair all wet from the rain
And heaven above’s tainted with love as I’m calling out her name
I can trust what I feel, it is rising up for real
I’ll give up everything for her and she’ll give up everything for me
Out of the shaddow, here in the meadow, she gave me the key to her soul
So I gave up my gun, for she is the one, ready to surrender in the arms of the sender and I’m not afraid of it all, not at all
She is the nerves in my brain, an endless summer rain
When I wake up, I drink her cup, drink it all the way
So here is the song to her name, it never sounds the same.
In the morning it shines, at daytime it rhymes, but at night it goes insane
Out of the shaddow, here in the meadow, she gave me the key to her soul
So I gave up my gun, for she is the one, ready to surrender in the arms of the sender and I’m not afraid of it all, not at all
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Teenage Highschool Chase
03:57
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TEENAGE HIGHSCHOOL CHASE
I open up my eyes and this is all I see
How I’d love a little sleep for all of this seems free
Hungry girls raving, hungry sounds waving at me
Princess on the skyline, pauper on the shore
Hear my hungry voice, it is calling out for more.
The boots are plastic, but the legs are for real
Can anyone tell me just how do they feel
No more empty bedrooms, not another night alone
Or I’ll get crazy like the piano in this song
I might seem a little hazy, but I’ll be on fire untill dawn
A glimpse of her face, her burning embrace
Tits & tears, a teenage highschool chase, what’s going on ?
Blood in my eyes, pumping all the time
As I hear a certain whisper coming from the telephone line.
I’ll be on fire untill dawn
Three girls stranding on the banks of a shore
You can stop the song, for I won’t hear it no more
No more empty bottles and just a little bit of your time.
All the world’s fruit hanging out in front of my eyes
Down here ate your feet I could die
Throw my bones to the rest of the scene
For I have been so terribly mean
I could tell you stories or I could be your loving machine
A hungry flame painting empty holes all over the song
Looks like I’m fainting, but I’ll be on fire untill dawn
A glimpse of her face, her burning embrace
Tits & tears, a teenage highschool chase, what’s going on ?
Blood in my eyes, pumping all the time
As I hear a certain whisper coming from the telephone line.
I’ll be on fire untill dawn
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Mexican Rain
03:35
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MEXICAN RAIN
Facing up to goodbyes, mixing up the brain
Searching for the bad guy, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
Bumping into strangers, running from the pain
Desparate for an angel, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
We're always on our way to the one place or the other.
Walking down the park, hand in hand together again
We’re trying to find our way to the heart of the city
Where the sky is great, hand in hand together again.
Facing up to goodbyes, mixing up the brain
Searching for the bad guy, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
Bumping into strangers, running from the pain
Desparate for an angel, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
Breathing in the dust, falling from the skyline,
Walking to ajust, hand in hand together again.
A final step in pain just to get what you paid for
In the Mexican rain, hand in hand together again
Facing up to goodbyes, mixing up the brain
Searching for the bad guy, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
Bumping into strangers, running from the pain
Desparate for an angel, there’s thunder in the Mexican rain
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7. |
Backfires
03:05
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BACKFIRES
All over the fields she cried sometimes
It’s all I can hear, asleep sometimes
One shot of love, two backfires
Your dreams are the worst she always said
Worst than the fables in your head
One shot of love, two backfires
Hear the sun, how it shines upon
The frozen sounds beyond the song
Hear the sun, backfires
Down in the woods with the howling wind
Let all the good lovers in
One shot of love, two backfires
Many mothers, a long parade
My eyes are tired, the colours fade
One shot of love, two backfires
Hear the sun, how it shines upon
The frozen sounds beyond the song
Hear the sun, backfires
Lay down all the work when day has done
Out of all secrets, just pick one
One shot of love, two backfires,
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I WRITE MY NAME IN THE WIND
You can tell we have the years on our skin
But we both know just how good it has been
I write my name in the wind
Here I stand with another loose end
But no history will make me understand
I write my name in the wind
Hey now, buckle up, not everyone gets killed by a ten ton truck, hey now, hey now
I’m longing to see just where I’m from
These days I wonder will it ever come
I write my name in the wind
The promise of heaven and the pouring rain
Will push me on this long black train
I write my name in the wind
Hey now, lift me up, some people fell off and the machinery got stuck, hey now, I write my name in the wind……
Do I now feel what everyone feels
Is this how it feels with death on your heels
I write my name in the wind
Tell me, o brother, is it always like this
Or is it just the image of a father I miss
I write my name in the wind
Hey now, cheer me up, not everyone is born from a harmless fuck, hey now
Heaven knows just how bad it feels
But I still keep my hands on the wheel
I write my name in the wind
I don’t know when the falling began
But I still wish to be a better man
I write my name in the wind
Hey now, don’t fuck up, we got a full moon rising and your time is almost up, hey now, I write my name in the wind
No matter whatever….
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9. |
Heart Out On The Table
04:15
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HEART OUT ON THE TABLE
To the heart of the city, the center of the soul
A new life awaits me in the middle of it all
And we try to give it meaning, heart out on the table
But we don’t know what it is
Down here at the city hall it’s loaded with guitars
But down here on our own again we’re looking for the stars
And we try to give it meaning, heart out on the table
But we don’t know what it is
The big waiting has started with nothing to calm down
But change is on its way as love comes drifting around
And we try to give it meaning, heart out on the table
But we don’t know what it is
Woman at the gate, you wave and wave goodbye
But I’m not going anywhere tonight
And we try to give it meaning, heart out on the table
But we don’t know what it is
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10. |
Naakte Man Op De Pier
05:07
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NAAKTE MAN OP DE PIER
Glazen, lege glazen, doodse stilte, de botten doen zeer, maar jij zit nog hier.
De nacht ligt nog open, je kunt er nog doorheen, maar Rock’n roll is zo dood als een pier. Man, je bent al op de helft
De zee is niet ver van hier, slechts een half uurtje lopen. Fijn, nog even lekker lopen.
Het gefonkel aan de glanzende oppervlakte van het water doet pijn, pijn aan de ogen. Man, je bent al op de helft.
Schoenen, een broek en een trui, naakte man op de pier
Helemaal de weg kwijt en stinkend naar katten en bier
Naakte man op de pier…
Kijk me maar aan, je vrouw en je kinderen, je blauwe Peugeot en je baan. Kijk me maar aan.
De roestige ketting die knelt om je enkels, je moet mij maar eens vertellen waarheen jij willt gaan. Kijk me maar aan.
Op de fiets, met de bus, met de trein, in je eigen auto de stad op en neer, het gaat allemaal vanzelf.
Van Guatemala, via Mexico naar New York en van Utrecht naar Delft, het gaat allemaal vanzelf. Man, je bent al op de helft.
Je zou wel willen weten hoe ze heet, een tweede geliefde, als het nog kon. Spring niet van het balkon.
Kijk niet naar de leegte, val niet van de aarde, spring niet van het balkon. Dit is een vrolijk chanson.
Schoenen, een broek en een trui, naakte man op de pier.
Helemaal de weg kwijt en stinkend naar katten en bier.
Naakte man op de pier…
Man, je bent pas op de helft…..
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Erny Green Utrecht, Netherlands
In '88 trekt Green als straatmuzikant de wereld in. Kille straathoeken wereldwijd, maar ook roemruchte podia als CBGB’s in
New York, het zijn de ideale speelplekken voor de Nederlander in deze roerige jaren. In 1992 keert hij gemangeld terug en brengt zijn 1e soloalbum uit.
25 jaar en 9 albums later is het Green gelukt zich bij de absolute top van de Nederlandse liedjesschrijvers te vestigen.
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