Woman Cactus

      (Hofstede)

This is not comme il faut

It's no respectable affair

I know I lost my head

I'm burning bridges everywhere

My heart, my head, my brains

My senses don't make sense at all

The bar sign prints your name

Over and over on the wall

And I can't take it anymore

Chime little bells big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

I see those empty streets

I'm walking 'round legs up head down

My lamp burns all the night

I've lost the map of this old town

And I can't take it anymore

Chime little bells big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

I know it hurts to touch a woman

With those needles and pins

This is not comme il faut

It's no respectable affair

This time I leave the clock

In which I acted as a cuckoo

Nothing like cubism

To bring about a woman's shape

Silly Fool

      (Peters)

Ugly street ugly town

Ugly faces running 'round

Silly fool silly fool

No one knowing where he's bound

Silly fool silly fool

Always someone else's tool

Silly fool silly fool

Don't you have pride at all; pride at all

Let it rain let it rain

Let the rain wash away that

Fool fool

Marching down the street today

Beehive behave

Always doing what they're told

Fool fool

No one seems alive at all; alive at all

Books are burned (the flames are running high)

Books are burned (the bodies follow soon)

Silly fool silly fool

What you're going to do today

Silly fool silly fool

Look at what the papers say

Silly fool silly fool

Listen to the neighbours say

Silly fool silly fool

Doesn't make sense at all; sense at all

Flags torn, symbols worn

Nobody who seems to care

Silly fool silly fool

Here, there and everywhere

Think It Over

      (Stips)

He's a man hating his hometown

Boys and girls back home gave him nothing but a natural turn-down

In a city full of strangers

Lived a disappointed dreamer, a possible danger

Use your head and try to think it over

I can tell behind the weak handshake

There's a well-educated mind of a poisoning fruitcake

Look in the eyes, hating and waiting for so long

It's amazing how someone with brains like his can be so wrong

Use your head and try to think it over

You - you must have fooled me then

You - never were a friend

You - never really listened to the things we said

You - became a politician

You - learned your dirty tricks

You - speak in words I don't wanna understand

You - you're waiting for the power

You're - waiting for the hour

You can spread the hate (that's) right inside your head

Under a Mask

      (Hofstede)

Cover up the pretty faces

Cover up the eyes and the lips

And the things we love

Under a mask

Oh what a feeling it is

Oh what a feeling it is to be unknown

Under a mask

I wanna know

Is it really your face

I wanna know

Are they really your eyes

I wanna know

If I'm looking at a replica

Cover up the angry faces

Cover up the hate and the cries

And the things we fear

Under a mask

Oh what a feeling it is

Oh what a feeling it is to be alive

Under a mask

I want to be alone

I want to stay here on my own

In the middle of nowhere

I hide my body and soul there

And now it's your turn to strip bare

Put it off slowly

Cover up the ugly faces

Cover up the tears and the smiles

And the things we hide under a mask

Cover up slowly

I wanna know

Is this really your face

Show it

I wanna know what is your face

Show it

Adieu Sweet Bahnhof

      (Hofstede)

I have been waiting for hours in this train

And I'm riding through Brussels in the rain

Back to Paris more or less confused

By the shadows of tractors on the land

By the changes in my life I pretend

There's a new life waiting there for me

I asked myself what sort of books I'd read

In a train if I ever felt the need

I bought "My life with Picasso"

I think of so many things I like to do

I will go to the Centre Pompidou

There's a still-life part of my life too

Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof

My train of thoughts is leaving tonight

Now like an arrow we're aimed at Gare du Nord

Between backs of the houses streets like fjords

And the night falls over Paris

So I've come back to the Hotel d'Angleterre

I lay down on a double bed and stare

At the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)

Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof

My train of thoughts is leaving

Tonight

The Tender Trap

      (Hofstede)

And if you say it isn't hurting

Oh if you say you do not care

And all the tears that you have showed me

You don't mean it - you don't care

And so many times you

Fell in a tender trap

Though you are coming back

You better pack all your suitcases you saved

For this rainy day

You're caught between two streams of traffic

You're tasting liquors never brewed

The drives of love the drives of hunger

They control your changing mood

Look straight in my eyes

And show that hold-it-smile

A new victim in your file

You better tell me

All your thoughts on packing

So many things to say

Oh oh oh someday

Oh oh oh someday

Oh oh oh someday you'll stay

The autumn chapter of a novel

And soon the roads are deep in snow

I know it's late, I have to see you

I like to talk before you go

And so many times

We missed the happy end

I couldn't understand

But when you come back I am sure

I will fall in your tender trap

The Infant King

      (Peters)

Wheels on steel go rumbling through the night

Away, away they seem to say

I tip-toe tip-toe through the sleeping train

An infant king who meets his bride

My self-reflection in the window pane

A portrait or a photograph

Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile

A child reflected thousandfold

Someone said the other day

The border's closed there's no way in or out

Pack your bags make up your mind

You can leave your memories behind

The water in a river we just crossed

Reflects a dark and rolling sky

The train keeps speeding through an endless night

My mood is changing every mile

Someone said the other day

The world is cracking up it's plain to see

(I) overheard two people say

Some gold works wonders when you want to go

This is a portrait not a photograph

It says a great deal about me

Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile

The infant king is on his way

Vah Hollanda Seni Seni

      (Hofstede)

You point your finger at the faces (my family)

On this photograph

This is my father (he looks like me)

On this photograph

I don't remember (I was too small)

The day he went

Only the money and the letters (sometimes he'd call)

That he used to send

Nere varsam ayrincilik

Evden ,cikmaz ,cocuk ,coluk

Goozuum ya,sli i,cim yanik

Ah hollanda seni seni; vah hollanda seni seni

Now we're living in the same town (I like your face)

In this old back street

I hear the neighbours when they whisper (a different face)

In this old back street

Gak medisi oldu cellat

Aman doktor derdime bak

I,sverende yok merhamet

Ah hollanda seni seni; vah hollanda seni seni

Saglam geldik sakat oldule

Yabanciler hep horlandik

Bize ya,sam oolduu artik

Ah hollanda seni seni; vah hollanda seni seni

,Cifte kultur sorun oldu

Gen,clerin yildizi soonduu

Okullar cikmaza girdik

Ah hollanda seni seni; vah hollanda seni seni

Aylik duu,sduya,sam oolduu

Gocuk cocuk i,s,siz kaldi

Heciz kapimiza geldi

Ah hollanda seni seni; vah hollanda seni seni

Duuzen bozuk huzur hic yok

Sosyal duuzen oldu bombok

Robot geldi i,s,ci stop

Mountains in Minutes

      (Peters)

Mountains in minutes in my head

Mountains in minutes in my head

The things I thought but haven't said

Mountains in minutes in my head

You lost them, you found them

And still you can't surmount them

You make them, you break them

And yet you'll never take them

Mountains in minutes in my head

Volcanoes every word he said

Mountains in minutes in my head

Volcanoes underneath my bed

My mood ever changing

It needs some re-arranging

But then in the morning

It's gone without a warning

The bells ring, it's sunday

Here comes another funday

A whole world to be taken

I feel like china breaking

Mountains in my head

You lost them, you found them

And still you won't surmount them

You've seen them, you've heard them

And yet you don't deserve them

Mountains in my head

Fanfare

      (Stips)

[Instrumental]

The Poor Man's Pound

      (Stips)

A rich man's work always gets done

He spends his days out in the sun

Trusting the figures in the morning

Your sweat - the oil in his machine

You are the eyelid for his dreams

He knows his ten commandments:

Use your neighbours

Love their labour

The poor man's pound is all you get

No matter what you try it's dead

You've learned to write your name, so

Sign these papers

Love your neighbours

Villa Homesick

      (Peters)

She lives in villa homesick

The climate is her skin

She spends her time playing solitaire

Although she'll never win

She reads her Daily Mirror

A brief glance at the sun

She's walking by the seaside

Kicking the shells for fun

She spends her days with kinfolk

Understatements in the sun

She spends her nights in clubland

Old kinfolk on the run

Great big benevolant sun

Shining down on every-one

On every-one

Her skin is tight and wrinkled

Especially in her neck

Each day her body bronzes

Her mind is wandering back

To England's greenest pastures

To Blackpool's bingo halls

Though she likes to ignore it

The homefront seems to call

England's on the horizon

England is forever home

The Ballroom of Romance

      (Hofstede/Peters)

In the ballroom of romance

Bridie's waiting for a dance

With her back pressed to the wall

She lets the lamplight stripe her hands

She smells the perfume of her friends

"Soir de Paris "

No news from France, no news at all

The secret glancing, the little schemes

Have proven false elusive dreams

We kissed, he said good-bye

Sent away to foreign shores

He's writing home, he dances no more

No news from France tonight

Maybe sad they sent him off to fight

In some far distant land

Maybe sad to see us part

Baby sad the last dance is saved for me

And for some sweet romance

The last waltz lingers in our heart