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Lyrics for songs

 

 

 


1.      THE VISITORS

 

I hear the door-bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me

The sound so ominously tearing through the silence

I cannot move, I'm standing

Numb and frozen

Among the things I love so dearly

The books, the paintings and the furniture

Help me...

 

The signal's sounding once again and someone tries the doorknob

None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient

And they don't dare to come here

Anymore now

But how I loved our secret meetings

We talked and talked in quiet voices

Smiling...

 

Now I hear them moving

Muffled noises coming through the door

I feel I'm

Crackin' up

Voices growing louder, irritation building

And I'm close to fainting

Crackin' up

They must know by now I'm in here trembling

In a terror evergrowing

Crackin' up

My whole world is falling, going crazy

There is no escaping now, I'm

Crackin' up

 

These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation

And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces

And now they've come to take me

Come to break me

And yet it isn't unexpected

I have been waiting for these visitors

Help me...

Now I hear them moving

Muffled noises coming through the door

I feel I'm

Crackin' up

Voices growing louder, irritation building

And I'm close to fainting

Crackin' up

They must know by now I'm in here trembling

In a terror evergrowing

Crackin' up

My whole world is falling, going crazy

There is no escaping now, I'm

Crackin' up

 

Now I hear them moving

Muffled noises coming through the door

I feel I'm

Crackin' up

Voices growing louder, irritation building

And I'm close to fainting

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

They must know by now I'm in here trembling

In a terror evergrowing

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

My whole world is falling, going crazy

There is no escaping now, I'm

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

Now I hear them moving

Muffled noises coming through the door

I feel I'm

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

Voices growing louder, irritation building

And I'm close to fainting

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

They must know by now I'm in here trembling

In a terror evergrowing

Crackin' up

(I have been waiting for these visitors)

My whole world is falling, going crazy

There is no escaping now, I'm

 

 

2.      HEAD OVER HEELS

 

I have a very good friend

The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend

She has a personal style

Some people like it, others tend to go wild

You hear her voice everywhere

Taking the chair

She's a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

 

Head over heels

Breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She's a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels

Setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She's extreme, if you know what I mean

 

Her man is one I admire

He's so courageous but he's constantly tired

Each time when he speaks his mind

She pats his head and says, "That's all very fine

Exert that will of your own

When you're alone

Now we'd better hurry"

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

 

Head over heels

Breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She's a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels

Setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She's extreme, if you know what I mean

 

You hear her voice everywhere

Taking the chair

She's a leading lady

And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going

 

Head over heels

Breaking her way

Pushing through unknown jungles every day

She's a girl with a taste for the world

(The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)

Head over heels

Setting the pace

Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

She's extreme, if you know what I mean

(She's just one of those who always has to do whatever she please)

And she goes

Head over heels

 

 

3.      WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

 

Here's to us, one more toast and then we'll pay the bill

Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill

Birds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctively

When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun

Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

 

In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks

Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex

We're still strivin' for the sky, no taste for humble pie

Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun

Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

 

It's so strange when you're down and lyin' on the floor

How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more

Clear-headed and open-eyed with nothin' left untried

Standin' calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run

There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

 

Standin' calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run

There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

 

 

4.      SOLDIERS

 

Do I hear what I think I'm hearing

Do I see the signs I think I see

Or is this just a fantasy

Is it true that the beast is waking

Stirring in his restless sleep tonight

In the pale moonlight.

In the grip of this cold December

You and I have reason to remember.

 

Soldiers write the songs that

Soldiers sing the songs that

You and I don't sing.

They blow their horns and march along, They drum their drums and look so strong.

You'd think that nothing in the world

Was wrong.

 

Soldiers write the songs that

Soldiers sing the songs that

You and I won't sing.

Let's not look the other way

Taking a chance

'Cause if the bugler starts to play

We too must dance.

 

What's that sound

What's that dreadful rumble

Won't somebody tell me what I hear

In the distance but drawing near

Is it only a storm approaching

All that thunder and the blinding light

In the winter night.

In the grip of this cold December

You and I have reason to remember.

 

Soldiers write the songs that

Soldiers sing the songs that

You and I don't sing.

They blow their horns and march along, They drum their drums and look so strong.

You'd think that nothing in the world

Was wrong.

 

Soldiers write the songs that

Soldiers sing the songs that

You and I won't sing.

Let's not look the other way

Taking a chance

'Cause if the bugler starts to play

We too must dance.

 

Soldiers write the songs that

Soldiers sing the songs that

You and I won't sing.

Let's not look the other way

Taking a chance

'Cause if the bugler starts to play

We too must dance.

 

 

5.      I LET THE MUSIC SPEAK

 

I Let The Music Speak

I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs

No poet has ever painted

Voices call out to me, straight to my heart

So strange yet we're so well acquainted

I let the music speak, with no restraints

I let my feelings take over

Carry my soul away into the world

Where beauty meets the darkness of the day

 

Where my mind is like an open window

Where the high and healing winds blow

From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me

I let them take me

(Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)

 

Let it be a joke

Let it be a smile

Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while

Let it be a tear

Let it be a sigh

Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

 

Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn

Rustling down an old alley

And in the dead of night I find myself

A blind man in some ancient valley

I let the music speak, leading me gently

Urging me like a lover

Leading me all the way

Into a place

Where beauty will defeat the darkest day

 

Where I'm one with every grand illusion

No disturbance, no intrusion

Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me

I let them use me

(All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)

 

Let it be a joke

Let it be a smile

Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while

Let it be a tear

Let it be a sigh

Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

 

Let it be a tear

Let it be a sigh

Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

 

Let it be the joy of each new sunrise

Or the moment when a day dies

I surrender without reservation

No explanations

No questions why

I take it to me and let it flow through me

Yes, I let the music speak

I let the music speak

 

 

6.      ONE OF US

 

They passed me by, all of those great romances

You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances

My picture clear, everything seemed so easy

And so I dealt you the blow

One of us had to go

Now it's different, I want you to know

 

One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

 

I saw myself as a concealed attraction

I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action

Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving

That's how I started the show

One of us had to go

Now I've changed and I want you to know

One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

Never left at all

 

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

 

(fade)

 

 

7.      TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE

 

He had what you might call a trivial occupation

He cleaned the platforms of the local railway station

With no romance in his life - sometimes he wished he had a wife

 

He read the matrimonial advertising pages

The cries for help from different people, different ages

But they had nothing to say, at least not until the day, When something special he read, this is what it said

 

If you dream, of the girl for you, then call us and get

Two for the price of one

We're the answer, if you feel blue, so call us and get

Two for the price of one

 

He called the number and a voice said "Alice Whiting"

The voice was husky and it sounded quite exciting

He was amazed at his luck, the purest streak of gold he'd struck

He said, I read your ad, it sounded rather thrilling

I think a meeting could be mutually fulfilling

Why don't we meet for a chat, the three of us in my flat

I can't forget what I read

This is what it said

 

If you dream, of the girl for you, then call us and get

Two for the price of one

We're the answer, if you feel blue, so call us and get

Two for the price of one (X2)

 

She said 'I'm sure we must be perfect for each other, And if you doubt it you'll be certain when you meet my mother...'

 

 

8.      SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

 

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever

And without really entering her world

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter

That funny little girl

 

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

 

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table

Barely awake, I let precious time go by

Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures

The places I had planned for us to go

(Slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't

And why I just don't know

 

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

 

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

 

Slipping through my fingers all the time

 

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

 

 

9.      LIKE AN ANGEL PASSING THROUGH MY ROOM

 

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