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"Night Of The Living Dead"

Don't waste your time on things that won't make you grow
the tube will tell you honey all you need to know
welcome to the cast and crew of night of the living dead.
No more second chances - look at all this mess
no bad news I wanna hear about success
all the stories seem to end up being the very same thread.
(damn damn damn)
You'll always need effective things to say
(damn damn damn)
Better shape up this is the game we play
(damn damn damn)
Don't worry they will bleep you out anyway
Often we tend to get so easily spoiled
with power of our minds and love for our soil
maybe it's just something there to keep us sane and make sense.
And maybe you have never really thought of that
time will end and everything will fall apart
you'll be left with nothing but your awareness of the consequences.
(damn damn damn)
You threaten hell but if I go to hell
(damn damn damn)
I'll write a song about going to hell
(damn damn damn)
It'll make my day now does that ring your bell?
I've reached my conclusions and went on a road
looking for your input but you were never there
Holy Grail won't find itself
but are you truly interested?
Now you can go complaining about how you lack passion
oh darling passion is something taht likes to be conquered
just like love
like life

"Billy Elliot"

If you take off my clothes
and open my chest
If you can get trough all blood and liquid
pass by my lungs and somewhere
around the heart
maybe you could see
A little boy with big eyes and skinny arms
he's there between my bones and muscle and all the blood
and I don't know what to think
don't know what to say
he's been singing all day
So I say:
you should really stop
'cause I can't find a job
I can't focus on anything
you make me loose my mind
my friends say I'm crazy
'cause I sing all the time
He says:
you are no use
you watch tv all day
one day I'll run away
I'll run away
What will you do without me?
'cause when you're singing the song I'm there
and when the song moves you - I'm there
and when you're writing the song I'm there
and when you're struggling with the song I'm still there
And when you write to Santa
I write to Billy
'cause he's my hero
So I say:
why don't you please shut up for a moment?
I have to study I have exams tomorrow
And he's like:
la la la
And I go:
don't you have anything better to do?
you could take care of my stomach
'cause it's a real mess
And he goes:
I'm not listening
And:
I don't know what to do with you anymore
And I don't know what to do
don't know what to say
He says:
don't do anything
don't say anything
just sing
And don't write to Santa
just write to Billy.

"Carousel"

You are the perfect box to keep my heart in
Try to hide your smile when carousel goes…
I look into your eyes, but you don't see me
So many notes like light years between us
I'll wait, I will stay,
not for you , not today
the stars agree - you're meant for me,
the cards all say you're on my way
Screw common sense, I’ll take my chance
You say: I don't know you,
but do you know yourself?
Can you be fully known, completely
like the back of someone's hand?
Can you be like the back of my own hand?
Because when all the clouds get dark above me
and all my hours disappoint me
You are the perfect box to keep my heart in
so far away but still there

"Dancer"

In my past life I was a dancer
I danced my life away
I didn't seek answers
was everything so perfect at that time
oh no I didn't care
In my past life I was a dancer
I danced in cabaret
oh you should have seen me
I stole the crowd each night
and all the men were craving me
like absinthe they were drinking
Oh how i danced!
In my past life I was a pianist
who used to play each night
and when I was dancing
his music was like words of love but never spoken
but no I did not care at all
Once came this painter
down to our cabaret
he draw something for me
it was the ugliest thing I saw
but then again he was quite eloquent
Then he ask me to
pose for him
I was like:
no!... no... no way... well... ok
Since then there was no 'this painter guy' anymore
but simply 'my Henri'
the pianist couldn't bear it:
such a lady but you're acting like a ho
Still I did not care at all
But then they threw me on the street
and shut the door
no man craved me anymore
'cause I only danced for one
and my Henri had other plans
than always being there for me
Oh how I cried!
You may see my soul but you'll never read it all
you may read it all but you'll never break my heart
you may break my heart but you'll never break my will
you might break my will but I'll always have my art!
And I'll always have my art!
And this is not
about you darling
or how you hurt me
and I'm dying
'cause oh
I know
that you know
that I know
that we are all
prostitutes
anyway
We sell moments of relief
so we have to seem relieved ourselves
so you see my Henri
I would ask you to visit me
for a friendly kiss or two
'cause once you loose that innocence
it never hurts again

"Jack The Ripoff"

Every buster in the room is staring at me
I wanna stop hurting their ears but
I’m afraid of what silence could bring
I got a head full of melodies
I got sounds coming out of my mouth
But none of these melodies I can call mine
And I can’t sing aloud
And I would do most anything
To write something that sounds like it’s mine
But I just keep on singing
The melodies I have in my mind
And I-I’m starting to think I’d better
Put my piano down
In some hidden place
And forget…
And it does hurt me
Sure you don’t wanna feel like I feel
Do you wanna know, know, how much it hurts me
Cause it feels so unreal
And it does hurt me
Sure you don’t wanna feel like I feel
Do you wanna know, know, how much it hurts me
And I hate days like these cause they
Make me feel like I can’t write a thing
And I would do most anything
To write something that sounds like it’s mine
But I just keep on crying and laughing
I think I’m just losing my mind
And I-I’m starting to think I’d better
Put my piano down
In some hidden place
And forget…
I know good song is heaven sent
I write it down and my passion spent
But my heart’s falls apart
And piano’s rent
I see my future in a tent…
And it sounds like this
And it sounds like that  x4
And it sound like it’s
Not mine at all…
And it sounds like this
And it sounds like that
And I sound like Regina Spektor at times
But it sure doesn’t sound like it is mine…
And if you feel like that
Didn’t you want to hide away
Not that I feel the same way
Not that I feel the same way too

"Married To Life"

I have a beautiful wife
She's gonna stay with me till the end.
Everyday I wake up by her side
She says good morning and she smiles
She waits with a dinner
and she washes the dishes
and she's raising our children and
I love her even though
She sometimes complains
She's not perfect but more
perfect than other
wives that I know
and she's all mine
I have a beautiful wife
She's gonna stay with me till the end.
Everyday I wake up by her side
She says good morning and
She wait's with a dinner
and she washes the dishes
and she's raising our children and
I love her even though
She sometimes complains
she's not perfect but more
perfect than other
wives that I know
but she doesn't know that
I think I'm in love with death
I think of her since the day we've met
I try so hard but I just can't stop
And I'm thinking of her
when I'm trying to sleep
when I'm watching TV
when I'm eating and making love
to my dear wife
I lie all the time
and my beautiful wife
she is one of a kind
But everyday
it gets harder and harder
pretending and smiling
and sleeping together.
I carry her photo around in my wallet
but that's all that is left of
our love

"The Story"

I remember there's a story
Of a woman sentenced to death
She called up her kids and husband
Said I won't come home today
And I won't come home tomorrow
No I won't come on Saturday
And I won't get there on Christmas
No I won't come on Mother's day.
So they burned all her belongings
To kill lonliness when night falls
And the room they used to sleep in
Stood there blushing from the naked walls
And with every dress thrown into fire
He would want her more than he ever did
And with every ruby lipstick
He felt trapped in his own guilt.
So he wrote an awkward letter
From the bottom of his fragile heart;
See, I never thought I loved you
But the silence tore me apart
With your death in all it's glory
It's no time for me to live
I remember there's a story
Of a man sentenced to grieve...