ANNA’S DOLLHOUSE
In this secluded place where no one comes around
she keeps a secret no one ever sees
She keeps this fine small house,
a tiny fine doll house
where every bloomy wall reflects her dreams
One day she will build
her own real home – a caring home
Paint her life in colors
Decorate with flowers from the past
from her love - her long lost love
She almost hear him sing ...
She hides her fine doll house next
to her white pearl blouse
The one she wore that day her true
love kneeled down
They were meant for one another
Oh so young and so madly in love
But the judgement of a strong mother
can make the angles cry up above
Mother saw her as une mademoiselle
Fittingly marrying a fine monsieur
Off to Paris her parents sent her
into the arms of an old tailleur
He called her names:
»Ma rose, ma fleur«
A girl like me
So safe and yet so free
were happy just to be
with my four strong men
They’re my »Quatre Hercules«
My big and bold brothers
A girl like me
So blessed with fantasy
But in my wildest dreams
I could never live
without my »Quatre Hercules«
My wild and hale heroes
One is wise
He helps me with homework
Number two
He’s kind and makes me laugh
The third will teach me all there is to know
The youngest follows every where I go
A girl like me
A woman soon to be
No man could ever build
such a solid world
as my »Quatre Hercules«
My big and bold,
Strong and wild,
brave yet mild brothers
They’re my »Quatre Hercules«
Their love is like no others
.
Black is the face of the sea
Boats moving impatiently
We’ve waited here for the red sun to set
Black are the sea-mens worrying eyes
They know it’s time - time to set sails
Mothers and fathers holding hands
Watching their children leaving land
Black is the faraway shore
Silhouettes on the deck floor
We hold on tight to each others comforting words
Black is the eagle - over Europe it soars
We know it’s time - time to take flight
Brothers and sisters holding hands
Pray for the unknown Promised Land
How do you explain war to a child?
How do you define death to a child?
Do they know the meaning of that star?
Screaming yellow, speaks of who you are
How do you reveal the evil truth
about the thoughts behind the Marching Youth?
Soldiers taking lives unjustified
Oh, how do you tell your child?
Black is the fate of the jews
Blessed were the fortunate few
We hold on tight as the seagulls warning with cries
Calm are the fishermen lightening their pibes
They give a sign – a sign to hold our breaths
The sound of a soldier above our heads
The sound of the fate of life or death
.
Oh, dying is fading sounds of life
Fading sounds of music
Music I am breathing through
My oxygen mask,
A pipeline to the past,
My waterfall of notes
It’s easy for you to stake my wings
You’re my jailer, my silent king
Freedom birds sing
Caged birds dying
Still I hear nightingales in me
Whistling songs at sunrise
Melodies that lift my wings
My medical aid, my fingers destined to play
smooth remedying scales
It’s easy for you to tie my hands
You, my husband, you don’t understand!
Some ears are deaf to melancholic moods,
to serenading swans at sea
You’re a stranger to the nightingale in me
Freedom birds sing
Caged birds dying
(Sing, sing my Nightingale
Your vital story will be told
and heard in centuries ahead
We hear you, Nightingale, your vivid fairytales
inspire, transpire, we admire your desire
– the spirit you behold)
Not a word from your lips
Not a reason for your silence
With one straight face
You removed every trace of my music
With no glimpse of doubt
With out a single touch of compassion But all the while
you’re scarily kind
That really blows my mind
I recall playing all night long
Exploring worlds of music
Music that would sooth my soul
My spiritual church
Cathedral of my heart
Piano is my God
You threaten me, dear, to cut my strings
You my strangler, my silent King
Freedom birds sing Caged birds dying.
Drip drop drip drop
Endless raindrops fall from heavy skies
Not asking why, or how or whom
they are running to
Drip drop drip drop
Drifting rain clouds watering the Earth
Not asking what or whether if
it will gain golden fields and green leaves in return
Does Mother Nature have a plan
for all we take and give?
Do humans feel or understand
we just borrow the air we breath?
Wild is the stormy ocean
Heartless is the mountain wind
Just a breeze – and it seems – we’re all gone
Drip drop drip drop
A quiet raindrop falls upon my face
a small embrace gives back the hope
that we do belong
somewhere
Höganäs
Welcome to our home
Just make yourself at home
We’re swedish, neutral and we’re nice
Please, take this good advice:
Never look back – skies are black
Never turn around – your past has just drowned
Drip drop drip drop
Lonely raindrops
Drip drop drip drop
The strangest raindrops
Drip drop drip drop
Foreign raindrops
.
A note, a tone, a sound, a move,
a dance, a glance, some art, can move a thought,
one word, one note can hurt
Way – down – deep – down
A third, a forth, a fifth, a chord,
one bar, a pause, a beat can change too soon
Change all moves from furious fast to slow,
Furious fast to slow
Sketches of life
drawn by time
Sketches of life and death
A corn, a seed, a sprout that grows,
some heat, a plant soon tall as man,
a sun, a sky, wild butterflies
Way – up – tree – top
A dot, a spot, some paint, reflects,
some green, some blue, some white can change
too soon
Change all shades from colorful to white!
Colorful to white …
Sketches of life
drawn by time
Sketches of life and death
Who draws our lines of life?
Are we born to sacrifice?
What lesson do we learn?
Is love a wage we earn?
It’s the neighbor they said
It’s not me – It’s the neighbor instead
It’s not me – Take my cousin they said
It wasn’t me – Take my cousin instead
It’s not me – It’s the children they said
Take my cousin instead
It’s not me – Take my cousin they said
It’s not me – It’s the children they shot
It’s not me – See the children are dead
It’s not me
GHOST OF EUROPE
Empty streets, running feet
They say it’s war in Europe
Cities falling to the ground
turning into stones
Dust and dirt, dead or hurt
They’re shouting: »War in Europe!«
Slalom through the cracks of fire,
burning bricks and bones
Somewhere along this deadly path
She could hear a blackbird sing
Sound of fear, Look! In the air
The eagles fly through Europe
Sirens singing in the night
Calling children home
Bombs will fall - Beware us all!
The haunting Ghost of Europe
No more sheltered hiding place
Soon soldiers on your stoop
Somewhere along this deadly path
She could hear a blackbird sing
Prayers will sound - Mercy me
God, be around! - Mercy me
In Annas world, she’s still this girl
whose urge is strong and lifelong for freedom
Imagine she’s new in this strange promised land
Still awaits her promised man
You won’t see no self pity
No, she will search the strength in her heart
Make this strong brand new start
She’ll help all the people flee from sadness, madness!
Cause in Annas world, she’s still this fearless woman,Still believe in fighting every day for justice
For human justice
In Annas world, you’d make a change!
You wont see no self pity, no!
Secretly she’ll hide in the crowd
Work underground
Join the resistance movement cell
She’s a friend in disguise or a mysterious spy
A savior that stops the trains to hell
It was the freedom of her long lost love
She was fighting for
It was the prison of her future life
she was hiding from
Empty streets, running feet
They say it’s war in Europe
Cities falling to the ground
turning into stones
Dust and dirt, dead or hurt
They’re shouting: »War in Europe!«
Slalom through the cracks of fire,
burning bricks and bones
