Piccadilly Circus
swinging London on my mind
a cup of tea by the Thames side
the warmth of a vital fire on a cold misty night
it`s getting cold inside this heart of stone
encapsulated in this fragile skeleton
i don`t want to stay in my secret garden anymore
i need to water the flowers outside my door
i want my piece of cake
my crown
wield the sceptre
my vestment
i want my 15 seconds of fame
a ticket to the island
get away from the violence of silence
start a fire big enough to get out of this hell
It`s tea-time here and there
on both hemispheres, but
the grass seems to grow greener on imperial soil
i face the truth each time i look into the mirror
there`s a special glare in my eyes looking for an answer
i want the gift of the gods
the jackpot
i want it all
unchain the beast
let`s go north-east
Let the wild river be wild
i`m hungry like a child
let the rain-forest be
the river needs the sea
moon-woman
what have you done to me?
I know
i know
i know
when she cuts the circle
i see faces from down below
Let the red roses be red
let the black roses be black
Tango is a sad thought we could dance to
on a worn-out water-bed
I know
i know
i know
there is a bear-trap hidden beneath the snow
shut your eyes
shut your eyes
shut your eyes
its`s the closest we will ever get to paradise
There`s a place on my mind near the rodeo
passionate lips kissing my cheek
i once had a dream
now my dream has gone
my world in your eyes was it too weak?
Queen of hearts
queen of hearts
queen of hearts
there is a joker hidden in a pack of cards
I know
i know
i know
there is a bear-trap hidden beneath the snow
shut your eyes
shut your eyes
shut your eyes
it`s the closest we will ever get to paradise
There`s a place on my mind near the riverside
sex on the beach
madness and fun
i once had a dream
now my dream has gone
do you know babe what it means to be on the run?
Good morning Miss Sunshine
how you´re doing today?
have your dreams been pleasant?
it´s such a sunny day
when we wake up side by side
the world is such a magical place
i´m getting lost in your eyes
Your beauty is hallelujah
your smile eternal youth
your body is the poets fire
your words the poets truth
wisdom of mother nature
has spread out its protective wings over me
Nothing in this world seems paramount to our love
you´ve brought peace into my life
my snow-white dove
our nest is crowded
and our kids make me the proudest man alive
Your beauty is hallelujah
your smile eternal youth
If we could live one thousand years
if we could shut our eyes and our ears
to ad nauseam politico propaganda
to small-minded
double-faced filthy rats, but
i left my sun-glasses at Salford Lads
Mediocrity is hard to resist
without an umbrella or an iron fist
while everyone fights and discusses
i keep on thinking about a new song
a lovely break
Nietsche dancing the jitterbug into his grave
what can you do when you forgot your sun-glasses at Salford Lads?
and it hurts your soul
and it makes you want to cry, but
you left your handkerchief, too at Salford Lads
so you bite your lips to bring out a crooked smile
Bureaucracy...
the crying shame
superficiality…
the name of the game
what have we done wrong?
bards and balladists singing the same old song
a mentor book is a hook into the eye of the blind
what can you do when you left your sun-glasses at Salford Lads?
and it breaks your heart
and it makes you feel sad
there`s a sledgehammer constantly pounding into your head
so you stay in bed with your crooked smile
There`s a light that never goes out at Salford Lads
If only i could play guitar or at least the piano, but
i can barely sing
she came into my room doltish and doomed
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la that`s her
then she stumbled over the cable of my earphones
the universe and the stars became mad
on her handbag a clown with a crown and a slogan
that`s life
that`s life
When you less expect it
you get injected
the one you never thought of ends up being your wife
If only i could play guitar
i could have been a shooting star
now all tomorrows parties seem so far away
I`m so glad that i can barely sing
On my bed
a little rockstar playing a plastic guitar
with a smile all over his face
that`s life
Take me back to the coastal town
take me back to the house on the hill
where we used to play giving names to our future children
take me back to the balcony where we used to take breakfast
and talk
and talk
and talk for hours
All alone
all alone
all alone like the wind
das himmlische Kind
Take me back to the road without trees
take me back to the cinema on the beach
take me back to the stairs where we sat down
to contemplate the sunrise
All alone
all alone
all alone like the wind
das himmlische Kind
My cup is empty
dance hall times lie far behind
every single day looks grey
if the traffic-lights could guide me to your heart
would we know how to start again?
The party is over
it happened on the saddest Monday
to me it seemed like Sunday
if the traffic-lights could bring me back into yours arms
would our faces flush with joy like in the past?
My love
I know we cannot hold on to the old days
we cannot hold on to those days of unreasonable youth
The streets are wasted on an icy misty day
the immediate future looks so grey
if the traffic-lights could lead me to your door
would our kisses taste as sweet as befote?
My love
the man with a megaphone in his hand and a huge cross on his shoulder
looks as lost as I am
just a little more older
we are both outsiders
in a world made for the arrogant and mighty
no…. we cannot hold on to the old days
no…. we cannot return to the old way
of unreasonable, unprofitable, unmerchantable,
unmanageable youth
of unfathomable, unanswerable, unimpeachable love
I live in the country at the end of the world
i sit by the cliff near the ocean blue
i am looking through the time-lab of my life
through honey dew i`ve realized
indifference hurts
Inhaling
exhaling
the ships on my mind keep on sailing
i wonder if we will ever meet again
I say to myself
"Dear good friend stay calm"
On the edge of the world
from the land where the word "Fire" was born
far away from you
near the ocean blue
i´ve set the lighthouse on fire
i wish i could be your messiah
it´s getting cold by the cliff
Der Leuchtturm am Ende der Welt
steht in Flammen
und die Schiffe die ich nie bestieg
um zu dir zu gelangen
zerschellen gottlos an der Klippe
You showed me yours
i showed you mine
it was a big big bang, but
you had to show yours to another man
so we broke up and we did expose ourselfs to many others
On a new day
on a new moon
we found another love
that´s the way it always goes
the water flows in many directions
it´s the return of the love-boat
I was the clown of the class
really interesting for five minutes or less
then i was your king, but
you didn´t like my cat and i didn´t like your fur coat
On a new day
on a new moon
somebody else gets hurt
oil on water burns
the love-boat always returns and drops anchor
On a sunny day
under a water-coloured sky
on some tropical idylic island
and it´s all folks
though it seems April-fool hoax
real life is full of trash novel episodes
welcome to the return of the love-boat
Happy in a cloud of tangerine and sugar monkeys
marshmellow puppies
hello Mr Birthday
syrup and confetti mills working hard Sunday to Sunday
everybody knows his name
Mr Birthday
He lives his life a singular way
he celebrates his birthday every day
each hour of the year
at the market place
the smile on his face is his trademark
it doesn´t matter if it´s a sunny or a rainy day
Armed with candy sticks against boredom and depression
childish and silly
a man without fashion
save in his reign of caramel and chocolate dreams
maybe Mr Birthday is not that crazy how it seems
His only rule is to be polite
his heart of gold wasn´t made to fight
he was born a light-bulb
candy cotton in his hand
he doesn 't need to dialogue
to spread his message loud and clear to the world
You`re a good man Mister Cadillac
you are in love with your car
your car has taken you far away
from your sweetheart
from your kids, but
there`s another race to win
they need you at the pits
the engine roars
so does your adrenalin
Teacup Village welcome your new champion
You`re a good girl Missis Cadillac
we know
you prey to god above
you claim for peace and love
incredible how soon children grow up
on your mind the engine roar
while you sweep the kitchen floor
twice a week you cheat on your husband
he`s a good man, but
he never stays at home
We`re all gods children, but
love is a loaded gun
This is Steven Jefferson with the latest news from Teacup Village
"Under still unaccountable circumstances
45 years old
six times Teacup Village speedway champion
Bobby Cadillac was shot down in front of his house today`s evening
by a long time family friend
vicar Robert Mac Alister
who minutes later commited suicide"
We`re all gods children, but
love is a loaded gun
Sorry
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