And all this time the river flows...

I was born and raised in a river culture, and from 1978 to 1983 watched Dunderklumpen on a weekly basis.

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A river whisks you away
to unknown places surreal
It´s just a dream but so real
Your dream so you´re the bereaved!

All This

what a waste of commands

My Ex-Post-Facto

Bless that old off-color publication
Bless your looks the night in question
You the impostor born elusive
And I… I was only being lucid

(Yet) I could sense your sense of suffocation
Oh shameless palace of perplexion
You were to blame for leaving
Or maybe not, cause I was leafing

You´d revamp me in the mornings
Till I played the fool one evening

You´re my ex-post-facto.

Drownout

all these damn calluses
in the wrong surfaces
give me the slightest of doubts

struck on a featherbed
absent and lighthearted
as I return from improbable routes

Pas de deux

She was melancholy
He was male and colic
They would sit and bicker
Over tunes from Mellon Collie

Improbable Delivery

Amazing little thread that threads me
Do you know that I´m blindfolded
Pity take and pity give me
Here´s my prayer, now unfold it

Please excuse my lazy slumber
Please ignore my flightless saunter
Please believe my sorry puzzles
Please install my Amadeus
Please delay the crazy schedule
And insinuate my fortune

Hall Mark

She was that ancient beauty
hanging on the family wall
you´d think passing beside her
She was giving you a call

No Refund

A                Bm                  E                      
Exquisite aging gets forgiven every
F#
time
Dm           G                       F#
I wish I could assure my poor soul
                 B
she´ll be fine…

Repeat 10 times and stop

PS special video, courtesy from the future
version of No Refund recorded feb 17th 2012

The Reasoning Song

Now why wouldn´t you
Wanna be like me?
I do as I do
I do as I please
I make you believe
Kind of slantwise if you will

Now why wouldn´t I
One like me wanna be
I think I can fly
No matter your tease
I bet you don´t see
How ridiculous you all are

Maybe you see through my eyes
maybe you see through my guise
maybe you see me beyond
my soon impending demise

American Witness

Right up my street
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
I wouldn´t wanna meet

You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(face it)

Right up my street
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
You wouldn´t wanna meet

You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(for their lives)

Radical Subliminal

you wanna make your god a happy guy
a tiny wee euphorical
you wanna make it in a bungalow
i wish i knew what for

comical, it´s so sadical
comical subliminal

you wanna make it like a fantasy               
a little unsophisticatedly                            
no use to make it insufficiently                   
(do you really need chilly nights               
when you're with a maniac?)                      

oh do you wanna make it believable         
do you really want it believable?              

comical, it's so sadical                               
comical subliminal                

The Poor Puss

souvenirs and attaches
who do you wanna fool
you reek of forbidden fruit

so tell me why
your love of fame
makes you so shy
hopelessly lame

you´re still the same
you´re still in pain

souvenirs
an act of faith
who do you wanna fool
you picked up the gauging tool

so tell me why
your ace of spades
makes you so shy
It´s like you fade

it´s such a shame
you´re still in pain