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 Sound of Sirens 

out of focus
out of your reach
the great barrier reef
my soul lost in too deep
I'm in far too deep

over the horizon sirens' song
in the silence vacuum echoes
water enters lung

broken shell of these days without end
this reed won't bend
ambulance song
all going wrong
pieces won't mend

obvious now
obvious

I know the risk
when can we meet
atypical in flight
so curious in fall
winning no applause

over the horizon sirens' song
in the silence vacuum echoes
we’ve seen much stranger sights

barren shell
of these days without end
breaking every spell
prudence pays
just leave the driving to me
I know when to stop
ambulance song
it won't be long
leave me for dead

obvious now
obvious

how we are
how we could be
apart forever
under the sea
washed ashore
dragging our feet
and missing the beat
remember me

oblivious to all
you catch my fall
and we will crawl

on our hands on our feet
we crawl away
from the shoreline
the new day

 The Border 

desolate
swaying like a tourist
the course is failing

I’m caught between water and land
that line in my mind
telling boredom from fun

awful day in the sun
clouds appear further than ever here

my thoughts between sunlight and sand
this time
got nowhere to run
just biding my time

where
pastel reigns here today
and the tide knows (but just won't say)

there
faded posters stay and stay
where once primary colours held sway

border
tell her
“imagine my life”

the deckchair knows what it knows
the tide knows where to go
(but they’re not telling)

I sought between water and land
that line
got nowhere to hide
just losing my mind
trying to beat the clouds

where
pastel reigns here today
and the tide knows (but just won't say)

there
faded posters stay and stay
where once primary colours held sway

here from my beach
I float out of reach
so out of reach
ahhhhh

 Two Paces to the Rear 

time to hide before the line
scattering gravel on the snow
all of us on fire
smile at portraits
two sharp bends in the road
stuff from a past that now is over

they have cried you down
when you needed mercy
they have torn you up from soil
but the roots are still alive

time to ride straight for a fall
while she is looking backward and says

who dares, I'm bare
my thin veil will cover you
join me in the grape harvest
it's grey, my fare
from the grace of a jealous guy
still that scent in the sky
permitting yourself to your mind

time to watch diligently
present is for strong men, past is for children
it ain't easy
think of what you might have been
the bulk of the troops has still to come

roll down
tears from the rogue man
once he lays down on the ground
poor clown
shocked to hear what he's found
he was shivering inside
not just for his life
nor for appetite
decent way of living seems so far away

a story that lacks action
a spark of envy in your eyes
wounded soldier hold the rear
claiming redemption for his home land

we need things around us
roofs upon our heads
velvet gowns
linked to our souls
sandy beaches far from home
wasted days leave me alone

 When I was a tree 

hope you have seen my size
a hundred years, distant lawns
when the silent earth's found
treble my resistance

I've seen million stars falling from the vault
my once mighty leaves
will die in an instant

we should cut it with that saw
steady hands
make these lands

I'm working as a hewer
trust this war
progress can do what I've hoped for

keep an eye on that tool
clever as I am
wonderful man

without any break
they are working face to face
I feel the desire
sweating and smile
they don't care what they're doing
deep under the bark have gone
can't scream for assistance

we should move in that direction
steady hands
it's the end

I work under concession
respect superiors
money can do what I've paid for

put the fuel in the tank
fantastic I am
ever so glad

from cart to engine
winters and springs
then came the machines
a few hours to hack it down

I feel the desire
sweating and smile they don't care what they're doing
deep throughout the heart they've gone
can't scream for assistance

I'm working as a hewer
trust this war
progress can do what I've hoped for

keep an eye on that tool
clever as I am
caretaker man

voiding remorse
cutting the jigsaw
let erosion win

 Another life 

a silent sigh, the perfect frame
or another alibi for this man's life

a silent cry, call out your name
leaving you with nothing to gain, your decay

leaving you so dry
trapped in your perfect spotless sky
high so high
as a kite floating overhead

leaving you so lost
you're gliding down
lifted by the wind

lifeless and torn, battered forlorn
spiral to the approaching ground, to the ground

the perfect fall from up above
leading my army to invade holy land

leaving you so dry
trapped in your perfect spotless sky
high so high
as a kite floating overhead

standing on the edge don't blink
or you'll miss running around in rings
close your eyes and feel my fear of days done
oh, what is to come

standing on the brink you miss
the siren's call sends the perfect kiss
flying in vain again another life
just hanging out I fear
just hanging out

 Berlin, 1936 

a short time before dying in Tucson
Jesse's last home interview
march '80, memories of a lifetime were for that guy
with Niso's eyes and plucky heart. They became friends

Berlin, nineteen-thirty six, a hundred men fighting for their glory
each one moved by the ambition of a happy ending story

if you obey,
you'll be repaid and your strains will soon be forgotten

who's jumping
who's flying over there, Jesse USA

he takes a run up, lord, it's another gold
he steps for the second time over the white line

Luts Long, German long jumper, supposed to come up to expectations
bold athlete, extremely talented, loyal blood from the Dark Ages

you'll be the first one
you'll be the one who'll give lustre to national socialism

who's jumping
who's marching over there, Germans here we stand

Owens in trouble, almost desperate, something is really going wrong
crew is thinking "this is not the day" don't ply him with questions
he concentrates, black eyes on the race track, three steps and he take the leap

childhood memories, standing still at dawn and praying
holy teenage dreams, corn cobs in the field and laughings, who was there
when up to the point, forced to make a choice of living
what was the direction, which benefits
here the champion, wise young and free, let's go to him,
reveal useful tricks, recon where to put feet
and now it's done, now it's done

next jump, Owens' last chance, precious words translated into excitement
still amazed from that behaviour
loyal blood from the Dark Ages

he'll be the first one
he'll be the witness of a friendship
something important, under dismayed eyes, full of surprise, turning it into a choice of living

he takes a run up, lord, it's another gold
twenty seven small centimetres there he won
Owen the second gold, to Luts something more,
something more

 Soaring on 

Soaring on
I was trying to write some song
No pull of gravity here
No gentle tug nor forceful gain
Maybe fragments of a name

Soaring on
Still struggling with that song
Was it only five years?
It seemed like a lifetime
Until you showed up again
When you smiled at me

Soaring on
Shaping my years into a song
Remembering how much I’ve changed
And how much could never be again
And how cruel people could be
When you smiled at me