Catching the light in the fire and inspiration which runs away and high and higher I’ve been the bullets without guns Where have you been, my muse, my fuel Never leave me! Never do! Could see much water and no pool Nowhere to dive in summer blue But …
My train is fast and fast it goes From motherland to other lands. Do I regret? Yes. Maybe. No. Oh please don’t stop my train again. Who stopped your train? I can’t remember. It was a day or maybe night When someone else for us decided That killing people is no crime. What …
Everything’s been eaten Hope not to be beaten For my wicked deed Listen up, take heed Vanilla ice-cream Vanished like a dream Even that sweet jelly Jumped into my belly Five tins of sardines Sausages, baked beans Died between my teeth That’s still not complete My old …
My dear old friend Relaxing in your case I still recall the moment I brought you home Do you remember? The touch of mother-of-pearl Your body shining all around My fingers slightly trembling Eager to make the first sound Can you remember? Stages and crowded ballrooms Cities and …
The light Light on the wall In my white room, Seems a lot like all That is a pleasure to me. Light on the wall, Is a hope and dope, actually, It’s short and tall, Hypnotising you continuously. It shines like a white shadow In a room which is darkened by white, And …