Oh…life!
Lyrics
8 Songs • 2009
The dentist
thought he saw Sue-Ann and missed his turn.
Spilled his beer and hobbled out, a wet stain down his fly,
just in time to see his engine burn.
And in the corner stood the blind man with his toothless grin,
that dirty grin.
Peggy sued her man who owned the local hardware store,
cried so much the jury was in tears.
Such a pretty lady and her husband shagging goats,
she got the store and he got locked for years.
And in the courtroom sat the blind man with his leery grin,
that dirty grin.
Call us bumpkins, we don’t care,
this is just the way we are.
Stacey quietly passed out at the bar in the saloon,
strands of blond hair floating in her gin.
Sequins rolling up to Dolly swinging on high heels,
singing there where Stacey’s place had been.
And on a barstool sat the blind man with his boozy grin,
that dirty grin.
Local dentist had white teeth and smiles to show his trade,
yes, he was a ladies’ man all right.
Taking turns they longed for his attentions in his chair
till one night it ended in a fight.
And so the dentist lost his eyesight and his shining teeth,
his smiling teeth.
Slow motion
drained and tired, knocked about,
when the days seem like a torture with no end.
No pause for thought, no time to spare,
just got here but I should be there
and I wish that the time would stop, at least slow down.
Dada, dada, dada, dada, da,
what’s this commotion?
Dada, dada, dada, dada, da,
why rush, get the feel of slow motion.
You will see when things go slow,
how they thrive and how they grow
and there’s still time to feel the joy of life.
Indigo
have slipped my curious stare;
trade in cold deep-sea eel
under the taxman’s glare.
Wrote down some weird ideas
until the ink was dry,
the pram that tapped my soul
had an electronic eye.
Let’s tint the sunrise in soft indigo shades
so my generation feels at ease.
And start the day with our brains rinsed deep blue
style our smiles, show a winning cheese.
Forged all the numbers
in my faithful filofax,
whoever smelled a rat
went about it pretty lax.
Made billions in legal acts
that bleached my nicotine stains.
Whose frog dares cross the road
just before it rains?
We’d sure be better off
if we kept our greed in check.
We’re all in it for the cash
not to leave the beaten track.
Red cat’s banana peels,
such a preposterous start,
indigo blue runs through my veins
and clogs there in my heart.
Too late
my face in the window merging with the coloured light,
is that your face in the sky under the waning moon?
I’d weep but my eyes are dry, why did you leave so soon?
Little girl in the schoolyard, was life easy there and then?
The shadows were growing, darkness took you by the hand.
Why did you go along, what did you want to know?
So many questions you asked, the answer was always, „No!“
You always thought you could carry the weight
and a bit more time would have set you straight!
But your time ran out and too soon
it was too late.
Lights of the city, cruel and pallid in the night,
the night-sky’s an ocean drowning all the tiny lights.
Is darkness and sorrow all that you have left behind?
Standing here all on our own hope is so hard to find.
So long
he’s been soldiering too long,
the dirt road’s wet with grey-white snow,
the early winter’s monochrome.
He hardly feels the clammy cold
and his thoughts are somewhere else,
he drags his strung-out body on
that looks quite young but feels age-old.
So long, he’s been away so very long,
so strong, but something calls him home.
So long, he’s not the man who went away,
so wrong, to leave the ones he’s loved.
The fields untended and the hedges torn,
these ugly scars have not yet healed;
the land is ragged like his uniform,
no war without a battlefield.
And everywhere the rusting steel,
discarded tools of war,
yesterday’s pride, now vain and unreal,
he won’t touch them any more.
Running out of sand
things to so and schemes to plan,
all the things I wanna go for
before I am a withered old man.
Want to take all my adventures
like small feathers in my hand
make them live and float forever
before I am a withered old man.
The hourglass runs,
oh believe me, my friend,
before too long
it is running out of sand.
Want to dance in dark cathedrals
till the pope will understand
heaven is there for the living
and that he’s just a withered old man.
Year´s end
when the year is getting old,
I watch people rushing homeward
through the wind and through the cold.
Later on the streets are empty
and the windows shed their light
and I’m so glad I’m safe and warm with you inside.
But I know there’s people dying
in these dirty little wars,
and the waste of our freedom
poisons oceans air and shores.
And there’s millions who are starving
and there’s millions who are poor
without hope to end the hardship they endure.
We can’t look away, just call it a day!
Gather all our friends,
our brothers are in need,
we can ease their pain
and lend a helping hand.
In the slums of giant cities
children grow up without hope
‚cause their parents lost the rat-race
or just simply cannot cope
with a life that shows no mercy
for the slow and for the weak:
Only the strong, the rich, the ruthless reach the peak.
Oh one day I wanna wake up
to a world that shows it cares,
where it simply doesn’t matter
what is mine and what is theirs.
And no matter what you look like
you are treated like a friend
and we’re all there to help to care and understand.
Toilet paper
and about things at hand,
so that you all can listen to my words
and understand, yes, understand?
My granddad cut up old magazines
and hung them on a nail;
when Grandma used them we children were sure
to hear her wail, yes, hear her wail.
I love each sunlit morning and I can tell you why,
I see my toilet paper lie.
And with a grateful yawning and with a thankful sigh
I let the fluffy tissue fly, let it fly.
Oh how I dig this soft fluffy stuff,
the colour I don’t mind:
At least three layers are perfect
and fine for my behind, for my behind.
And thank the Lord I am civilised,
live in a modern land!
Unlike the heathen don’t have to clean my outlet
with my hand, with my left hand.
