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Reason For It All
All my life I’ve been searching for a dream, in
All my dreams I’ve been searching for a life
All the things I buried deep inside
All the places where I tried to hide
And I don’t know if it’s you I’m looking for
I’m only trying to find the reason for it all
Suddenly a strange light is coming in
Beams of love brighten everything
All the things I’ve always liked to say
Rolling out in such an easy way
And I don’t know if it’s you I’m looking for
I’m only trying to find the reason for it all
Words & music: Ton Scherpenzeel
Lyrics
Listen I’m no poet I’ll show it by the words that I write
Holy inspiration respect for the creation in spite
Sometimes it takes hours to write one word on paper
To note something down in time to the music
Found a nice solution no revolution but it will do
If you don’t enjoy it I’m sorry but it’s not meant for you
Arrogance’s rampant now words don’t rhyme too well
Lyrics like impots, only dictionary doggerel
Words & music: Ton Scherpenzeel
Mouldy Wood
The ocean is the world
The sea the source of birth
I hear it’s calling me
We’ve almost run aground
And take a look around
It’s very clear to see
We’re on a ship of mouldy wood
The wheel is broken and our course ain’t good
So people understand there’s no way back, all hands on deck
We gotta leave this sinking wreck
So members of the crew
Watch everything you do
Your Captain ain’t no god
Don’t trust the boatswain too
Cuz he’s corrupt like you
Our ship’s just all we’ve got
We’re on a ship of mouldy wood
The wheel is broken and our course ain’t good
So people understand there’s no way back, all hands on deck
We gotta leave this sinking wreck
Hey! Do you see what’s happening do you understand the code: SOS
Save our souls, save the lives of our people
Our children, men and wives
Words: Ton Scherpenzeel
Music: Ton Scherpenzeel / Pim Koopman / Johan Slager
Lovely Luna
Cosmic greensleeves matter in a dream
Take some time to get a wet sunbeam
To take over control
Other stubborn meat
Handy like a seat,
A hole...
Treshold story all along the night
Liquid fish and sea is shining bright
To get into a ball
Other stubborn meat
Handy like a seat,
A hole...
Words & music: Pim Koopman
Hope For A Life
Nowadays it’s so hard to be straight and sincere
Show me you are, show me you’re not what you make me think of you
Living on the battlefield between love and fear
So many things, so many people inside are above you
In fact there’s no difference between dope and the pope
Which I expect, will be neglected by many progressive
What at last keeps men alive, it’s only the hope
Hope for a life, hope for a life without ruling aggressive
Words: Ton Scherpenzeel
Music: Ton Scherpenzeel / Pim Koopman
Ballet Of The Cripple
The one-legged ballerina threw the crowd into a rapture
Her pirouttes made people talk about it ever after
The painter and his guide dog make their millions by deception
Their audience is mute, you know belief allows no questions
Once every year
It’s easy to hear
The fair is in town
And the crowd will come down
It’s all right just as long as emptiness hides behind slogans
While afterwards the promises they don’t even seem broken
No arguments make blind men see, it’s more than their retina
But I don’t really care - let them adore their ballerina
Fairs dare to show attractions so crazy
Cheers after bows like cheers when you’re hazy
Have a good time and see others smile
Be heedless of mime, just happy for some time
Words: Cees van Leeuwen
Music: Ton Scherpenzeel / Pim Koopman
Forever Is A Lonely Thought
Silly names and laughter
Gloomy thoughts while waiting for the train
Meant to ride forever
Torture minds to find a catchy name
What does it take, to sell a pretty song
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long
Notes to feed the hungry
Somehow it’s unfair, but there’s no way
Systems to be buried
Damage to the image, save our fame
What does it take, to sell a pretty song
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long
After all those years, still want to be like them
Seems like paradise, an unreal promised land
Searching for the meaning
Interwoven truth and nonsense tales
Head against the ceiling
Try to make some music out of scales
Words: Ton Scherpenzeel
Music: Pim Koopman
Mammoth
Yes I feel like a mammoth today
Like I’m going to die
Yes it seems I am lost anyway
And I’m finding out why
Maybe tomorrow - stone age arrival
Maybe tomorrow - I’ll be alright
Have you been like a mammoth sometimes
Do you know what you felt
Dare you speak about the social crimes
You can feel the ice melt
Maybe tomorrow - stone age arrival
Maybe tomorrow - I’ll be alright
Words & music: Ton Scherpenzeel & Pim Koopman
See See The Sun
Then when a breeze blows
Goes a guest to my glass
It’s the bare dazing dust
Trust in tensile force
The source of resistance has always been given
Certainly take the hardness of a willow tree
It is concealed in the nature of things
Cheerful dancing feet
Meet the surface of earth
With a spring so strong
Long ago the same
The fame of all matter created by God
Why do I have to wonder when a chair replies
It is concealed in the nature of things
Feel the charm of you the chain will be bound
Weakness by sweetness- oh
Where are you tonight, the moon is round
Clear cloudless sky - and then we’ll see
See the sun constantly run
In a circle
Words: Cees van Leeuwen
Music: Ton Scherpenzeel & Pim Koopman
Still Try To Write A Book
Microscope dreams flow colourful rain
Waits in the mess of lights
Suddenly starve in terrible pain
And stays to scare the nights
Engine noise, bad forest roads
Traffic lights and sad
Neon master, sunny lass
Waits for him in bed
Winding steel though rabbit is dead
Stilletto doves in flames
Drown they skill still skeleton which
Eat germs die all the same
Mother food sits head on knees When knibbling know a crook
Party fuzz, breath, ashe and sand
Still try to write a book
Words & music: Pim Koopman
Give It A Name
It's very logical, yet quite insane when you're
Still sitting wond'ring trying to give it a name, ahah-ahah-ahah
Like to compare it with uh..what would you say about uh...
Alright I will find a name anyway, ahahahahahah
This is a tiresong tale about a critical ear
I guess I'm going to give it to you extremely clear
When the band starts to play and the lights grow dim
He opens his gate to let the soundwaves in
When his mood is good, he takes a positive seave
When his mood is sad, soon he's going to grieve
There is no absolute quality, nor absolute taste
But he has to do his job, there is no time to waste
Now mr. Bias, his friend, has said: That's real rock n roll
You have to back that group boy, they won the last poll
He knew he shouldn't take the words of mr Bias for sure
But his influence is strong and so hard to obscure
To be objective is not easy cause you need some tool
For to estimate music there is no estimating rule
Now he writes something down, he doesn't care he's to blame
He just has to say something, so gives it - sorry..., gives it a name
Words & music: Pim Koopman |
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