Songs:
Time is spinning like my head, it's moving round and round round and round it moves, and up and down Life is spinning like my time, it's moving round and round round and round it goes and up and down Time, time, where've you gone, I won't come along Time, where have you gone - Leave me alone The past is spinning in my mind, it's moving round and round round and round it moves, and up and down Where have all the flowers gone and the memories of some round and round they move and up and down Time, time, where've you gone, I won't come along Time, where have you gone - Leave me alone My brain is spinning like my life, moving round and round Up and down, left and right, round and round and nowhere All the world a spinning wheel, turning round and round Messy threads are on the ground and dance for me Will I ever pick them up and weave a net for fortune that's turned me down and turned around to spin its own ideas Will they wrap their tentacles around eternity I know what they are made of, but what is their destiny Time,time, I know you've gone but I won't come along Time, where have you gone - Leave me alone |
Everyone gone, I'm all alone they're all somehow sad, though nothing's really bad Joy in their eyes- pain hidden inside No talk for relief, smiles to cover the grief It's in vain, it is sad and it hurts really bad But spite won't let love die I feel too blue to cry And the night, it'll weep for me It's a good way to find emptiness left behind But pride is no aid, I feel used, thrown away When you were still there, I thought someone would care But my hope was your toy, which you love to destroy It's in vain, it is sad and it hurts really bad But spite won't let love die I feel too blue to cry So the sky, it'll weep for me Just the sky, it'll weep with me |
Tell me what will the new year bring, will it be just pain and sorrow? Tell me if it's joy and love. What is going to be tomorrow? Tell me what'll the future bring, our present is just borrowed. Summer will come after spring. Tell me what will be tomorrow. Time is a river, it carries me along Hear the fish in the water sing me a song. Years can be oceans, and a season is a lake Deep or shallow, rough or mellow, anything to take. Flowers are blooming in the snow, there's harmony in thunder. Wine and wisdom make them grow in the grey clouds and down under. I don't care what the season is as long as I'm one with it, First or last don't make sense in a timeless world, let's have it all at once. Wintertime lover, will you be here in spring? Will the lark in the meadow carry a ring? Summertime lover, will you be here in fall? Late or early have no meaning, let's Just have it all. Good night, sleep well, winter tale, meet you in the morning. Next time we are born again, lulled to dreaming of summer, Told by raindrops on the roof, sung by storms and fairies: Pale is your ice and you fake delight and your crystal spirit's feeble. Tender your power, power of words told, Resting on bridges over the cold. Sleep well, you nightmares, power of chains In trance - See the daylight in the night, all the elves wake up and dance. Ride on spring's humming till it'll change its tune Leave out what is coming, it's coming too soon. |
Sitting in the shadow of an old willow tree - all alone there upon a meadow thinking of you and me - where you've gone You had said you're gonna meet me in the morning Sitting in the shadow of an old willow tree - there upon a meadow, all the world full of glee Waiting for you, but I guess you are leaving me - all alone. Birds do fly over mountains and seas Clouds are white - they are free like the breeze In the morning, world awaking, there is sunlight and shade in the morning, I am waiting, cause I think we had a date and I'm addicted to you, I just can't help it I'm addicted to you, won't let you go I'm addicted to you, although I hate it I'm addicted to you, and I guess you know Words do fly and meanings don't cease Vows comply with our need to be pleased In a promise, hope is rising, growing colors that won't fade It's a ribbon, it's disguising, it can be an open gate and I'm addicted to you... Sitting in the shadow of the old willow tree - don't know why Spirits got to get low, what you said seems to be - lies, just lies Don't believe you want to treat me like you're doing Sitting in the shadow of the old willow tree Stand me up again, so that I no longer see if I want to trust you, but I know I'm not free - and I'll try. |
Reality is not for you Dream on, your dream may then come true and ask it what you are to do when timelessness comes by The addicts always got their aim The priests have gods with lots of names But limits cannot be the same when freedom limits life Your lady with her lifted face, Her love is second-hand, no longer knows what to ebrace She wants a plastic man It's speed you take for quality and stress is your success and gaude screams out convincingly while silence rests in death The blackberries, they shouldn't grow thorns in your concrete house, I know You loved them in your pudding though- delicious, clean, and small Words used to be demons' villages But empty homes decay like privileges and to fill just a shape with images means life to ruined walls Eternity has become short It lasts a movie-scene The universe was made to fit upon a TV-screen They kill someone, they fight for fun and they conserve the bore and everything's become a deal, and happiness a whore. |
I was just gonna get me something to eat I knew the fridge was full of cheese and rolls and meat But when I opened it just guess what I could see and hear Four little mice were dancing around the beer They saw me standing there and stared at me and asked me what the hell that was supposed to be and started laughing Ha ha ha ha ha ................. Four little mice were dancing in my fridge One of them could talk, he said his name was Mitch He was so cute and shy and had black button eyes And he could not understand why I was so surprised They saw me standing there and looked at me And told me there was nothing left to eat and started laughing Ha ha ha ha ha ................. Four little mice are dancing in my fridge Their names are Jeff and John and Miles and Mitch I fell in love with them and keep them there for fun And in my fridge I know a party's going on When I open it they dance for me And I don't care what that's supposed to be and I start laughing Ha ha ha ha ha ................. |
Sometimes I sit in a corner and cry Sometimes I like it, but I don't know why Feeling alone, thinking of the past of things that are gone, and of things that can't last Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. Sometimes I sit in a corner and see your face and your body right in front of me Forgetting what we lacked, I recall what was fine All things turn better when they're no longer mine Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. Now I don't want to meet you, you must have grown old Don't wreck my dreaming or turn my memories cold Life ain't worth a damn without wishes any more What's the use of hearts that have never been sore Sometimes I sit in a corner and cry It could have been different, but there's no reason why Sometimes I find that my memory's grown cold and then I get up and I feel I've grown old. Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. |
Summerwind Summerday Summertime Stay, just stay Summer breeze Summer trees Summer meadows Summer shadows I don't know what's gonna be in fall I'm afraid I just don't want it all I don't really want to think of wintertime rolling round Summer joy Summer boy I got you I want to keep you You're my toy Summer moon gonna shine Summer wine Summer love Just stay mine Summer light Summer night Summer's right Summer's bright Summerboy stay longer than a summer day Summerwind Summer day Summertime stay, just stay |
I remember a merry-go-round and a flying horse on it moves up and down lights flicker colors all over the fair You think you get on, but it's going nowhere and then I remember the day it was gone and I remember the day it stopped turning Then I didn't know what was going on and I see the flames and the wooden horse burning and all the colors were smoke in the weeping air and I started running, running for money and I have been running, running for life and I have been running, running for everything and I have been running, only to find All I ever needed was some love, Baby All I ever wanted was some love, Baby and now I think maybe, maybe I'll stay I think maybe, maybe I'll stay for a day I remember the tunes full of joy life in the hand of a child is a toy Patterns on brocade wind over the land and when life turns a fair, it all works, they pretend and even the world must keep spinning, we learn Moving in circles can be so amusing Who is afraid of the day it'll burn Feeling too dizzy can be so confusing Just keep on running around to feel fine again I had been running, running for money and I have been running, running for life and I have been running, running for everything and I have been running, only to find All I ever needed was some love, Baby All I ever wanted was some love, Baby and I have been coming along your way, Baby and I have been coming a long, long way, Baby and I have been running too long a way and now I think maybe, maybe I'll stay I think maybe, maybe I'll stay - for a day or two - or three - or maybe forever Maybe, maybe, maybe for eternity. |
I once loved a maid And I loved her so well that I hated all others who spoke of her ill But now she's rewarded me well for my pains For she's gone to be wed to another When I saw my love to the church go with her bride-maidens she had a fine show And I followed on with my heart full of woe To see my love wed to another Then I saw my love sit down to dine Isat down beside her and poured out her wine And I drank to the girl that should have been mine But she was now wed to another The boys of the forest they ask it of me how many strawberries grow round the salt sea And I ask it them back with a tear in my eye How many ships sail the forest Go dig me a grave I let you dig it so deep And cover it over with flowers so sweet And close my poor eyelids forever in sleep And maybe in death I'll forget her |
When you are down - feeling low looking around - steep ways to go There are mountains & valleys it's always going uo & down highways or alleys you may go straight & then you way turn round, round after each summer there's wintertime coming behind after the rain there is sunshine coming again Yeah, after the summer there's wintertime coming after the rain there is sunshine again when you're down the only way to go on is going up - Shadow & light - go hand in hand Peace without fight doesn't make sense like the waves of the oceans throwing their rage against the land people's emotions can rise so high or fall so deep again |