Byrds

as found on the Web

Ballad of Easy Rider

Oh, I'd rather go and journey
Where the diamond crests are glowin'
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prismes
And break the light in colours
That no one knows the names of

And when it's time I'll go and wait
Beside a legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected
In its clear and jewelled waters
And if you think I'm ready
You may lead me to the castle
Where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another

I will want to dive beneath
The white cascading waters
She may beg she may plead
She may argue with her logic
And mention all the things I lose
That really have no value
In the end she will surely know
I wasn't born to follow
 

Chris Rea

as found on the Web

The Blue Cafe

My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been
I hear you say?
I will meet you at the Blue Cafe
Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
The cards of fate
The older shows
To the younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return

Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you

So meet me down at the Blue Cafe

The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now

Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one that does not care
Where have you been?
I hear you say
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe

So meet me at the Blue Cafe
 

Leonhard Cohen

as found on the Web

It seems so long ago from "Songs Of A Room"

It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
looking ate the Late Late show
through a semi-precious stone.
In the House of Honesty
her father was on trial,
in the House of Mystery
there was no one at all,
there was no one at all.
It seems so long ago,
none of us were strong;
Nancy wore green stockings
and she slept with everyone.
She never said she'd wait for us
although she was alone,
I think she fell in love for us
in nineteen sixty one,
in nineteen sixty one.

It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
a forty five beside her head,
an open telephone.
We told her she was beautiful,
we told her she was free
but none of us would meet her in
the House of Mystery,
the House of Mystery.

And now you look around you,
see her everywhere,
many use her body,
many comb her hair.
In the hollow of the night
when you are cold and numb
you hear her talking freely then,
she's happy that you've come,
she's happy that you've come.
 

Leonhard Cohen   

as found on the Web

The Old Revolution from "Songs Of A Room"

I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the brave young men
they're waiting now to see a signal
which some killer will be lighting for pay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

I fought in the old revolution
on the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
and I thought that we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel very much like singing
as they carry the bodies away.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...

Lately you've started to stutter
as though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
to sleep and to search and to destroy.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...

Yes, you who are broken by power,
you who are absent all day,
you who are kings for the sake of your children's story,
the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money,
the hand of your lover is clay.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...
 

Hannes Wader

as found on the Web

Heute hier, morgen dort

Heute hier, morgen dort
bin kaum da muss ich fort
hab` mich niemals des wegen beklagt
hab' es selbst so gewählt
nie die Jahre gezählt
nie nach gestern und morgen gefragt

Manchmal träume ich schwer
und dann denk' ich es wär
Zeit zu bleiben und nun
was ganz andres zu tun

So vergeht Jahr um Jahr
und es wird mir längst klar
dass nichts bleibt, dass nichts bleibt
wie es war.

Dass man mich kaum vermisst
schon nach Tagen vergisst
wenn ich längst wieder anders wo bin
stört und kümmert mich nicht
vielleicht bleibt mein Gesicht
doch dem ein oder andern im Sinn

Fragt mich einer warum
ich so bin bleib ich stumm
den die Antwort darauf fällt mir schwer
denn was neu ist wird alt
und was gestern noch galt
stimmt schon heut` oder morgen nicht mehr.

Spliff

as found on the Web

Jerusalem

Ich kenne ein Land,
wo alte Männer regieren,
da kann man nicht bleiben,
weil da darf nix passieren.
Da sitzen die Tyrannen,
fett auf dem Thron
und träumen vom Ruhm

Da brauchen wir nicht traurig zu sein,
da gibts noch was anderes,
das ziehen wir uns rein.
Die Welt ist so groß
und diese Dinge sind klein,
hat eh' keine Sinn,
so einsam zu sein.

Wir reiten nach Jerusalem,
Wir reiten nach Jerusalem,
mit dalialailialailailaio.

Keine Zeit, keine Zeit, keine Zeit.

Sie lieben die Kanonen
und fliegen öfter zum Mond.
Die Spitzenwichser ohne Schädelkraft,
machen hier einfach,
was keiner mehr rafft.

Es gibt Tage wo die Sonne marschiert,
wir lieben das Grelle und die Nächte sind wild.
Wir gehen den dummen Dingen aus dem Weg,
denn das ist der Weg, der nach Jerusalem geht.

Wir reiten nach Jerusalem,
mit dalialailio,
reiten nach Jerusalem,
mit dalialaililaiaiaio.

Keine Zeit, keine Zeit, keine Zeit.

Verkehr am morgen,
verkehrter Verkehr.
Sie liebt nur deinen Namen,
doch dein Gewehr ist leer.
Sie hält dich so fest,
du denkst dich weit weg
Willst keinen mehr fragen,
hat eh' keinen Zweck.

machhallama machhallama

Keine Zeit, keine Zeit, keine Zeit.

Keine Zeit, keine Zeit, keine Zeit.

Keine Zeit, keine Zeit, keine Zeit.