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Ugly Black Monster
04:46
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UGLY BLACK MONSTER
You rise like a statue, the biggest of all
A river in the sky, heavens below
But if you would die, I’d stand here with nothing
I’d stand here alone
It’s an ugly black monster, that we can’t seem to tame.
You could look into its black eyes and go down in flames.
As it curses the sun
as it curses our name.
Bringing on rain
It’s an ugly black monster, with various names
Deep frozen shivers, over body and brain
I’ll wait till it whispers. ‘truth’s just a question’
And I will die in its name
It’s an ugly black monster
Oh, sweet hunger and pain, lost in a fire
We failed him again
The ugly black monster, is gonna drag us away
From all the ones that we care for, it laughs at our names
It’s an ugly black monster
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Blindfolded
03:59
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BLINDFOLDED
The world is confusing, blind as we stare
You win or you lose it, I´ve been blindfolded
It smothers me, reality
I´ve been blindfolded
Eye-blinding kindness, it elevates the soul
The face of human blindness, I´ve been blindfolded
In my hour of need, community
I´ve been blindfolded
The way we sing it in the street
Shuffling on our broken feet ,
Begging for what we don´t need
Black words spoken in the heat
Rosen from painstaking greed
I can´t stand to see one bleed
I´ve been blindfolded I´ve been blindfolded
Fried, but I´m learning. Man, I was yearning
I´ve been blindfolded
All the denial, night was in me
I´ve been blindfolded, I´ve been blindfolded, I´ve been blind, but now I´m free
Now I´m free
just you and me
Eternity
just you and me
just you and me
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3. |
Licking My Wounds
03:47
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LICKING MY WOUNDS
Belly says hunger, hunger for pride
But you know it’s never daytime
You know it’s always night
And you know young girl, I can’t be older all the time
Because you have the wisdom
And all your secrets deep inside
And if one day you might call, I won’t answer at all
I will be licking my wounds, climbing up the wall
And you know young girl, my legs don’t seem to walk
There’s a heaviness around me
Every time I stop to talk
And you never ask me nothing, as I’m rolling as a rock
Leave me stuck without a reason
Stuck within the clock
And if one day you might call and I won’t answer at all
I will be licking my wounds, climbing up the wall
Belly says hunger, hunger for pride
But you know it’s never daytime
You know it’s always night
And if one day you might call, I won’t answer at all
I will be licking my wounds, climbing up the wall
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4. |
Funky Coat
03:44
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FUNKY COAT
I got a funky coat for smoking
I am the king of the neighborhood
I got a funky coat for smoking
It´s the only thing I do
I got a funky coat for smoking
I take it out into the woods
And you are with me like a sister
Digging a hole down to our roots
Hip hip hooray I´m joking Don´t let me be misunderstood
I got a funky coat for smoking
Out on the balcony in the rain
I got a funky coat for smoking
A dead cigarette remains
Hip hip hooray I´m joking Don´t let me be misunderstood
I got a funky coat for smoking
Anything that slows the brain
Anything that I can think of
My daily mirror (ugly picture) needs a frame
I got a funky coat for smoking
It´s the only thing I do
And when the whole damn world lies broken
The only one I need is you
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5. |
Hollow
04:42
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HOLLOW
Existence is the bus ride to a village in the mind
With a suicidal driver who turns out to be blind
The only time to enter this village is at night
When reality lies flickering in the neon light
It helps if you feed it with alcoholic drinks
Love yourself for hours, reality it stinks
All that you will do is swallow
All the words you said though never meant
Troubled minds revive
The longer we ignore to see it bright
Troubled life, rewind …………
Existence is the bus ride to a village in the mind
The driver could be you, so tell me who is blind
So welcome to this village where low change into highs Forget about the bus ride, God knows you arrived
Or in the end, the bitter end
You find yourself on a road that never bends
All that you can feel is hollow
Like all the words you said though never meant
Hollow minds revive
The longer we ignore to see it bright
Hollow lifes, rewind …………
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6. |
Green Fields
04:15
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GREEN FIELDS
Sometimes you feel that it is time
To get that cloud out of your mind
Search the skyline through the windshield
For a saviour of any kind
Three motorcycle boys, passing on the bridge
Outlined black on the deep red sun
Going down beyond the green fields of my country
With hungry headlights and a radio station on my way
Waiting on some magic or sensation of a sweet light rain
Three motorcycle boys, passing on the bridge
Outlined black on the deep red sun
Going down beyond the green fields of my country
You know, the story of a boy
With his new little toy
On wheels, on the ground
Oh Lord give me some gasoline
That I may ride this country
A million times around,
Starting right now
So this is true in stories that you read when you are young
And now it happens just before my eyes and in this song
Moving On…. Higher
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7. |
Who's Gonna Fall
03:47
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WHO’S GONNA FALL
Inferno is creeping slowly up to our knees
Desire is up here, in the head like a breeze
Leads our ship through the wildest of all hurricanes
While death is creeping through million muddy veins
Tell me who’s gonna fall? Afraid of the midget,
Afraid of the giant, the knowledge of all
Tell me who’s gonna fall …..
Hand out direction and we will talk common sense
Out on the wild run, let us build a fence
Lit up by candles to bring light in the darkest of nights
Burn the illusion, froozen deep down here inside
Tell me who’s gonna fall ? Day in, day out
Some day up, some day down
Tell me who’s gonna fall…..
Black icy rivers by the end of the day
A light in the distance that will never fade away
And here in our darkness, we close our eyes to see
The loneliest silence that whispers its freedom to be
Tell me who’s gonna fall? Afraid of the midget,
Afraid of the giant Some day up, some day down,
Tell me who’s gonna fall….
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8. |
Kid On The Carpet
03:59
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KID ON THE CARPET
Kid on the carpet guiding me home
Liberating ocean too colorful to roam
Thrill of disappearing, silent wintertime
Floating on a carpet into a better life
All is in the drawings as things get in the way
The kid on the carpet he draws a new day
Draws a yellow sunrise, draws into the night
The kid on the carpet never asking why
Convinced that he can do it for he’s never tried before
To fall into the unknown, find the treasures on the floor
All it takes is courage, the urge to find out more
A palette on your mind and all the colors you adore
The kid’s been set aside but in all the tears he cries
A lighthouse will reveal, just be open to the signs
In all sweet lullabies there’s truth and there’s a lie
Sweeter all together then tons of apple pie
The kid on the carpet as mother sings to him
Scribbles leaves and branches as he hides the words within
The outside closing in but never close enough
The kid on the carpet is always in love
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9. |
Forty One
03:37
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FORTY ONE
Here’s to my woman,
She just turned forty-one
I’ve got the music cooking inside me
Can I be her man, oh yeah, I think I can
There was no knocking, no warning, electricity in the sky
And sometimes, honey I wonder
All this time you’ve been around
Sometimes I wonder why, it took me all this time
Black bird singing in the dead of night Honey you and I it’s all right
Many tongues around us
A whole world to rearrange
A whole world to be proud of
No worries about today, for the better it will change
I could dive into a rainbow
a million colors on my skin
I’d wear my Sunday halo
I’d swear on my life of sin to just let love in
Black bird singing in the dead of night, honey you and I it’s all right
To trains, to ships, to planes
To red hearts and pink balloons
To the dust, to the rain
To the sun and to the moon, yeah I will see you soon
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10. |
Visions
05:53
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VISIONS FROM HELL
Save this boat from sinking though our days are done
Save our souls from shrinking though all hope seems gone
The chaos is strong and the nights are long
And there’s no one in this wilderness who could do us no wrong
Call the sickness ignorance, call it as you want
Call daily life a misery, well if that’s what you want
You’ll get it for free, it is easy to see
Life is going downwards if you don’t do what you feel
Bring wisdom, bring wisdom for the chosen few
Who must lead the many on their way through
People talk salvation, well wish them they’re right
Cause even if salvation’s just a shimmering light
The dream is justified, makes it better to fight
Then to sit on our asses and choke in the night
Those who preach liberty mean nothing to me
For there’s no guarantees if the preacher’s not free
So just be good to yourself and to anyone else
Forget what they told you, speak for yourself
Bring wisdom, bring wisdom for the chosen few
Who must lead the many on their way through
It’s hard to say anything if you see what I see
It’s hard to say anything and if it was up to me
We ignore what is said and we clean our heads
From the books that we read, live ‘em instead
Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well
May your dreams be free from those visions from hell
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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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