Five Fingers


I smoke five fingers

In an Egyptian jail

The following singers 

John… Bob… Leonard and Neil

Forever on my trail


I left my mummy 

In the Valley of Kings

His voice is haunting me

In my head he sings


Dance with me Egyptian girl

I’m looking at you 

With the eyes of the world

On Tahrir Square 

With your pretty black dress

I see your eyes and yes yes yes


Let the window open

In the pale moonlight



I was looking at the green eyes

The green eyes of my bride


I smoke five fingers

In an Egyptian jail

The following singers 

John…Bob… Leonard and Neil

Forever on my trail


Dance with me Egyptian girl

I’m looking at you 

with the eyes of the world

On Tahrir Square 

with your pretty black dress

I see your eyes and yes yes yes


I smoke five fingers 

In an Egyptian jail



Love Locks


Lovers in Florence

Walking on the bridge

Locking their love locks

Sealed with a kiss

Throwing the key

Into the Arno


Love never dies


Lovers in Cologne

On the Hohenzollern bridge

Locking their love locks

Forever mine

Throwing the key

Into the Rhine


Love never dies


Porte de la Chapelle

Porte des Lilas

Porte de Bercy

Porte d’Italie

Porte Dauphine

Porte de Clichy


Love never dies


Call my name every night

I am falling down into the light

Falling slow so slow

Into a hole in the time

from the Kornhaus bridge

Into the river


I’ve seen her

In the headlights of the night

Princess of Darkness

Qui est elle?

Passing Porte de la Chapelle

She said love is a ring

A ring around Paris


Love never dies


No

I don’t know

Will my love grow 

Last night I dreamed

That I was small

I was walking from her hand

To her elbow and her shoulder

Till I came to her ear

This is what I told her…


Love never dies



Man on a Wire


Standing on a wire

Looking at the world down below

Walking on a wire is easy

Because there’s one way to go

A truck on a street

Looks like an orange beetle

I know, I make it, I cannot make it

Loosing my life

With my hopes and my dreams

When I fall down

Fall down


Man on wire


Walking on Broadway

Standing on Greenwich

Looking at the man in the clouds

Between the two towers

A shirt is falling

Everybody shouts

Man on a wire looks like an orange beetle

I hope he makes it, he cannot make it

Horns of the cars

Ferries whistle

Flying flying


I’m not a bird, I will fall like a stone

I’m a man on a wire, so leave me alone

It’s so quiet up here 


Living my life like an orange beetle

I know, I make it, I cannot make it

Loosing my life

With my hopes and my dreams

When I fall down, fall down


I may be stupid, I’m not a bird

It’s so quiet up here, leave me alone


Man on wire



Blue Things


There are so many blue things

In this world

The sky and the river and the sea

You love do me

Love do me


I was a soldier in your time

I had a river in my spine

The sky and the sea

You love do me


That’s when the rain stopped

That’s when the snow fell

That’s when the sun

Came through the clouds


There are so many blue things

In this world

The sky and the river and the sea

You love do me

Love do me


That’s when the rain stopped

That’s when the snow fell

That’s when the sun came

Through the clouds


That’s when the rain falls 

That’s when the snow falls

I have to fall for you


Sometime 



The Poor 


What can I do 

What can I say

We live in a wilderness

We live in the grey 


Where the poor are poor 

And the rich are rich

No one knows what time it is


I can build myself 

A fallout shelter 

In my house


What can I say 

What can I do

We live in a wilderness

We live in the blue



Schwebebahn


Winter in Berlin

Weisse Strassen, weisse Nächte

Ein Mann geht durch den Schnee

Um die Ecke der Schillerstrasse

In die schwarze Winternacht


Nacht und Nebel sind seine Freunde

Wo er ist, ist sie nicht

Bahnhof Zoo, er kauft eine Zeitung

Ein Schwarzweiss-Bild auf der Front

John F Kennedy und Willy Brandt


Deine Stimme


Sommer in Wuppertal 

Sie ist soeben eingestiegen

Sie sitzt am Fenster der Schwebebahn

Die Sonne läuft auf Ihre Gesicht



Neunzehnhundertdreiundsechzig

Winter in Berlin

Am Ende denkt sie nur an ihn

Haltestelle Adlerbrücke

Sie steigt aus


Deine Stimme

Es gab noch eine Mauer 

Es gab noch einen Feind

Adenauer und Willy Brandt


Deine Stimme

Mein Zimmer

Deine Stimme

Mein Himmel


Es gab noch eine Mauer 

Es gab noch einen Freund



Minus Second Floor


I am walking through

A long corridor

In a building

On the minus second floor 

There is a fire

Behind every wall

At the end

There’s a blue painted door


It’s a curse

It’s a lie

When I turn around

She will die


She is walking behind me 

Alone

When I look back

She will be gone



Turn turn turn turn around

Turn turn turn turn


It’s a curse

It’s a lie

When I turn around

She will die


Turn turn turn turn around



Big Black Boats


Out there the red lighthouse is burning

I can see the big black boats turning

There’s an orange cloud in my eye

I can see the purple sky

I can walk with a stick untill I die

I wouldn’t mind


Down there the red tail-lights 

Are burning

I can see my train of thoughts is turning

Another cloud is in my eye

Flying through the purple sky

I waited, I waited so long 

For my train to come


Out there the red lighthouse is turning

I can see the big black boats burning

An orange cloud is in my eye


Flying through the purple sky

Big black birds are flying by

I couldn’t die, I couldn’t die


The fire-ship is coming

Through the Dark Ages

Electric light is burning

The red lighthouse is turning

Big black boats are burning



Thing Thing


We’ve got this thing thing 

This makes me think thing 

That double you you 

Ex my and why thing


The double use of wondering 

Why we don’t feel better 

I try some more thing things 

Some more of your things


I feel that some thing 

That keep me warm thing 

A thing called faith 

A thing called love 

Makes us feel better


We’ve got this new thing things 

These me and you thing things 

We’ve got this fly high wings

These don’t know why why things

Always there 

Always there 

To make us feel better 

Make us feel better


Make us feel things

 Feel things

 Feel the real

 Things




Bad Government and its Effects on Town and Country


Where is your love

Your love is gone 

I can not find it anymore


Where is your soul

Your soul is gone

I can not find it anymore


Where is my country

My country is gone

I can not find it anymore


Where is the light

The light in your eyes

Why are your rivers covered with ice

Your soul is covered with ice

Where is your love


Your love is gone 

I can not find it anymore


Where is my country

My country is gone

I can not find it anymore


Bankers and Robbers

Are partners in crime

Politicians

Lying all the time

They are lying all the time


Where is your love

Your love is gone 

I can not find it anymore


Allegorie del Buono e Cattivo Governo e dei loro Effetti 

in Città e in Campagna, 

painted by Ambrogio Lorenzetti



Paper 


I went out this morning to paint a tree

When I met David Hockney


Next to him was mister Monet

White suit

White hat


“Hurry up, hurry up” said Cézanne

The light will be gone

Before the work is done


We were innocent

Impressionists

We were like paper

White paper


In the room the women came and went

Talking about Vincent