these lyrics aren’t mine
they are taken from a security leaflet
in an air plane for those seated
next to the emergency exit on the wings
be able to use both hands
both arms and both legs
as well as maintain balance
and be strong and flexible enough
to operate the exit and
any escape slide mechanism
and be with no one who requires special care
(he tried to explain but either i didn’t get it or i didn’t listen. he who can talk.)
tell me why i need a partner
what’s a partner other than a friend and a lover
is the other just the promise that you make
to your partner
the promise you won’t keep
another promise you won’t keep
another promise you won’t keep
another promise you won’t keep
another promise you won’t keep
you won’t keep
(sorry for the long silence. i had a heavy bronchitis - and you can still hear it. i try to cluster it away with too many guitars. that’s feverish dreams for you…)
yes, my life has been easy
to easy at times
when it wasn’t mine
if that’s what you mean
yes, my life has been heavy
dark and drowning
when it was mine alone
if that’s what you mean
but i’m glad to see that now
i’m glad to stand a chance now
(don’t listen to what your friends say. go and see transformers. do it for me.)
they have come to protect us
so that some won’t destroy us
they need brave men
i’ll be brave then
they come in fantastic colours
look much cooler than the others
we adore them
we implore them
they’re fast and they’re bright
change their shape as they fall
they’re angry and proud
they feel nothing at all
i try to stay out of their reach as they fight
their power’s so huge that they block out the light
and once the fight has ended
they will stay on our planet
live amongst us
and protect us
i wonder i wonder i wonder
if we’d achieve the same
one day
i wonder i wonder i wonder
if we’d achieve the same
by pressing buttons only
if we’d achieve the same
by pressing buttons only
(it did make me angry. it would have made you angry, too.)
i know that you are offline
and i really don’t mind
to help
you know i would not decline
to call if i had the time
to help
but if you’re so pressed with time
why don’t you call their hotline
for help
the reason i want to call
was not to help you at all
i want to hear if you’re fine
and only then i don’t mind
to help
and get you online
i’m not your partner
i’m not the other
i’m just a part of you
i need no distance
to be your lover
i’m just a part of you
i hope you can see that
i hope you can feel that
i hope we can be that
(yes, i do mean ‘come’ in all possible interpretations. so what.)
something is happening
i come by myself
something is happening
i come with myself
something is happening
i come to myself
(happy birthday, julia cariño - aka trixie. enjoy today and all the others just as much. i used my favourite vers from your poem we mailed about for your birthday song. i hope you like it. i really do.)
The heart is moved by nervous systems
(words by Julia Cariño)
Yes, the heart is moved by nervous systems
and glands with unpronounceable names
it’s fed by serum coursing through one’s veins
by charged signals rushing through the organs
like electricity.
Yet we charge it be the root of curiousity.
Be the red dress, be expensive silk.
Be the stolen night, a fragrance lingers.
Be all this and be the reason
and not the brain
that urges into passion.
Thought belies instability,
so let it be emotion that invokes
a feeling so fierce it burns up
the silk on our skin.
(july is over and after a really long break, i am publishing my first song. what better way to start than with a cover version of an undiscovered, inspiring musician. too long, too soon by sava tatic. i hope he will comment here with a link to the original version. sava, thanks for many things, including this song.)
Sometimes your chords and words go replicating
And your mind goes out percolating
Sounds in your head start reverberating
And loops loop titilatingly with no end
Your thing may sound as the best thing ever
Everlasting superfun
But before you know
It’s gonna be too long too soon, too long…
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