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Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n There are pinewoods deep enough Still we keep on keep on There are sunbeams strong enough But we keep on keep on taping – songs of dove and nightingale<\/p>\n Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n There\u00b4s a spider There\u00b4s a wind A storm is raging And a man is walking I\u00b4ve walked a lot Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n An old lady She\u00b4s just herself Old ladies in shady rooms Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n We see the silent laughter grow Your mask is but a face What have you seen We watch the mountain towers high We hear the echos of a coming war Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Telephones Promenades Lady by the sun Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Nobody saw her She must have waited A friendly hand She’s better breathing Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n All the sinners All the plans Here we walk Allan S\u00f8rensen<\/em><\/p>\n Rose-Marie Rose-Marie Rose-Marie Rose-Marie I will love her forever Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Upon the ship In the waters Love and wind Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n When captain Bowie flung When warlord Nelson lost And when Hitler realized The bells of past are going to chime Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n From my window The moon is out It’s winter again Sunlight creeping yond the hill Allan S\u00f8rensen<\/em><\/p>\n The way you walk The way you dress My heart\u00b4s on fire The way you move Vers The way you\u00b4re there My heart\u00b4s on fire And whenever I am blue The way you look The way you smile Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Here in this to-night Finally I do write And what a sight Vanished has the night Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Jamming cars and hung-up phones Glitter boots and glamour sounds Winners have nothing to gain We once knew sun Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n It’s quiet in this room Oh what a busy day Tide is rushing in Still silent in my room Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/p>\n Dream your dreams Take your time You must find someone Lyrics – Just A Matter Of Time KEEP ON Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille There are pinewoods deep enough to cover any tree we have signposts clear enough to tell us where to be Still we keep on keep on searching blindly to be free and we keep on keep on being part of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1375","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nto cover any tree
\nwe have signposts clear enough
\nto tell us where to be<\/p>\n
\nsearching blindly to be free
\nand we keep on keep on
\nbeing part of what we see<\/p>\n
\nto tan up all the pane
\nwe have stormwinds cool enough
\nto freshen all the stale<\/p>\n
\nstoring history and tale
\nwhilst taping taping
\nsongs of dove and nightingale<\/p>\nTHERE\u00b4S A STRANGE LIFE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nhanging in her web
\nand a fly alive
\nit never will forget<\/p>\n
\nsweeping so strange
\namong the trees
\nwho try to test their range<\/p>\n
\nout on open seas
\nwhile the sun forgets
\neverything it sees<\/p>\n
\naimlessly about
\nbe silent now and you
\nmay hear what he shouts:<\/p>\n
\nbut always end up
\nat this very spot
\nyet it\u00b4s all I\u00b4ve got
\n. …so tell me how
\nplease tell me how can I stop….<\/p>\nOLD LADIES<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nancient canary dreams
\nleftover rocking chair
\nthe room\u00b4s shady
\nno piercing sunbeams
\ngo to visit her there<\/p>\n
\nthe past her only company
\nto die is a way to survive
\ndust upon her shelf
\nsigns of how it used to be
\nin the clean prims of her life<\/p>\n
\ndying dolls in future tombs
\nlife stories in dated cartoons
\ntold in their dusty saloons<\/p>\nYOU WON\u00b4T NEED A FENCE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\na smile is opening a mouth
\nyour teeth are old forgotten snow
\nthew winds do blow up from south<\/p>\n
\nyou gently took from one
\nwalking \u00b4round in empty space
\nwith hollow eyes of dying sun<\/p>\n
\nwhere have you been
\nplease tell it to us all
\nbreak down your own wall
\ndo obey your praying call
\nthen you\u00b4ll get the evedence
\nyou – you, you won\u00b4t need a fence<\/p>\n
\nsunshine spring and wellknown dove
\nraindrops cry in your cobweb eye
\nfalling on the deserts you call love<\/p>\n
\nbehind the picture of a love that flew
\nreflecting things you say you adore
\nbut not a film showing who is you<\/p>\nNIGHTS OF CAUSTIC LIGHTS<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nthat never answer
\nwhen you hold them against your ears
\nhollow eyes
\nthat’ll never see the smiles
\nyou send thru streams of tears<\/p>\n
\nyou must walk alone
\nas she is much too scared
\nto fight the nights that use to come
\nwhen you’re awake in caustic lights<\/p>\n
\nby the time sets softly
\nwe’ll have candles to watch by
\nand when the old songs fade slowly
\nwe’ll sing new songs to help us die<\/p>\nYESTERGIRL<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nstanding in the mist
\na sad old yestergirl
\nin a carefree wold
\nno one dared missing
\nand the traffic
\nkept on hissing<\/p>\n
\nall her life it seems
\nher hair not black or grey
\nin fall brown like hey
\nat night white as dreams
\nfull of princes
\nknights and fair queens<\/p>\n
\nfrom you wouldn’t
\nmake her cry oh you gents
\ncome on… try
\na prudent smile
\nand she’d live another while
\ncome on and give her your smile
\nand you’ll live better for a while<\/p>\n
\nwhen days turns into nights
\nshe’s better dreaming
\nwhen sky’s out of sight
\nshe’s always talking
\nas if it’s allright
\nif it’s allright<\/p>\nTIME OF THE BIRDS<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nthey are dead
\nand all the starving
\npeople fed
\nso they claimed
\nthen I said
\nhow come the good times
\nseem so far ahead<\/p>\n
\nthat we once had
\nhave turned from
\nhappy ones to sad
\nso we say
\nwhat can you add
\nbesides the boring words
\nit can\u00b4t be that bad<\/p>\n
\nin the time of the birds
\nwho can\u00b4t fight the wind or the rain
\nhear them talk
\nto your mind with words
\nthat never did visit their brain<\/p>\nROSE-MARIE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nIs a beauty to me
\nThe red dress she wears
\nAnd her long blonde beautiful hair<\/p>\n
\nWhen she\u00b4s with me
\nThe skies are blue
\nAnd the sun will give me a clue<\/p>\n
\nIs there for me
\nAlways so kind
\nAnd ease my worried mind<\/p>\n
\nIs the woman for me
\nI think about her day and night
\nI just wanna hold her tight<\/p>\n
\nI will always be there
\nI\u00b4ll be true now and ever
\nAnd I will always be fair<\/p>\nFARETHEEWELL RHYME<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nyou stood with lips
\nforming a goodbye
\nback on the shore
\nthey stood with eyes
\nof how dare you try<\/p>\n
\nbetween us the faces
\nof why must we die
\nthe leaving ship
\nsat up to our sun
\nand you close the eye<\/p>\n
\nto you onboard the ship
\nyou, who place your ideals high<\/p>\nJUST A MATTER OF TIME<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nhis knife upon the floor of Alamo
\nthe scene was set and bound
\nfor strife for friends as well as unknown foe<\/p>\n
\none eye and found Trafalgar rather square
\nneither he nor merry Britain
\nceased fire or seemed to be aware<\/p>\n
\nhe lost the battle of bright Berlin
\nhe called it schloss and played the boss
\nlike some mean old blind Merlin<\/p>\n
\nundone deeds still hold the line
\nmenace money love and wine
\nmatter most of all in time
\nmatter most of all in time
\nmatter most of all in time<\/p>\nSUNLIGHT AND SHADOWS<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\na flower was falling
\nin the street
\nsilence keeps calling
\ngo spread your leaves
\nand bloom like orchards do
\ncause if you don’t
\nthe cries of silent day is killing you…<\/p>\n
\nexposing everything
\nin the sun
\nI hear your stamen sing
\nI watch the sign
\nand then I walk away
\nI’ll go and seek you there
\nhere words shall sound for you to hear…<\/p>\n
\nsnowflakes hiding you
\non the lawn
\nno sight of you at all
\ninside they’re selling
\nlove and hate to keep
\nbut I ned not go buying
\nI’ll wait for sun to wake your sleep…<\/p>\n
\nthe wind is sleeping in the mille
\nswallows flying low tonight
\nbut I’ll stay to love you still
\nin shadows when sun is out of sight<\/p>\nMY HEART\u00b4S ON FIRE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nThe way you talk
\nThe way you look at me<\/p>\n
\nThe way you flash
\nThe way you smile at me<\/p>\n
\nMy heart\u00b4s on fire<\/p>\n
\nThe way you groove
\nThe way you hold my hand<\/p>\n
\nThe way you care
\nThe way you make me feel<\/p>\n
\nMy heart\u00b4s on fire<\/p>\n
\nYou make me feel secure
\nYou take my blues away
\nAnd ev\u00b4ry time I\u00b4m close to you
\nI got no blues, for sure
\nYou do it ev\u00b4ry day<\/p>\n
\nThe way you cook
\nThe way you feed me off<\/p>\n
\nThe way you style
\nThe way you\u00b4re kissing me<\/p>\nWASTE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nwhile the moon is bleeding
\npaleness and eternity
\nI sit and think of poetry
\nand do not write it down
\na waste as lovely as the light<\/p>\n
\nthe words af early morning
\nand my eyes they open wide
\na look into a hazy dream
\nof cobwebs freshly sparkling
\na waste as lovely as the night<\/p>\n
\nwhen I drown into my words
\nas high and slender trees
\nin slanting rays of sunshine
\ncoming from the gentle east
\nstill, a waste as lovely as the light<\/p>\n
\nand out there inside the grass
\nalone and naked and so free
\nyou, I feel my eyes do se
\nas a part of my evening poetry
\noh, a waste as lovely as the night<\/p>\nWE ONCE KNEW SUN<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nand kinfolk left to live alone
\nStars at night and dreams of sand
\nand someone fighting hard
\nto prove that he’s a man<\/p>\n
\nstealing light taking turns and rounds
\nCatastrophe is at hand
\nand my feet buried all in
\nashes soft as sand<\/p>\n
\ncripples waiting to be slain
\nmy head is burning like hell
\nstill my eyes refuse
\nwhat my senses tell<\/p>\n
\nand welcomed the rain
\nto mark that the seasons have changed
\nbut the trees are dying on the hills
\nas we swallow future in a pill<\/p>\nNIGHTTIME ONCE AGAIN<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\noutside a faceless moon
\nI’m sitting by myself
\nthe books are sleeping on the shelf
\nand it’s nighttime once again<\/p>\n
\nno-one has had his way
\nwe spoke too many words
\nfew or nobody really heard
\nnow it’s nighttime once again<\/p>\n
\non a beach I’d never seen
\nClouds carrying the sky
\nin the dark no need asking why
\ncause it’s nighttime once again<\/p>\n
\nthe cock is crowing soon
\nI haven’t slept at all
\nthe sun is up ready to call
\nand it’s deadline once again<\/p>\nBLIND MAN’S BUFF<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nscream your screams
\njust live your life
\nand enjoy the strife
\ncause you seldom gets
\njust what you want
\nand your knife is always blunt<\/p>\n
\nand keep in mind
\nto drink the wine
\nor it’ll grow sour
\nand stones will devour
\nwhat the sun won’t drink
\nit’s more than you may think<\/p>\n
\nto help you sing the song
\nthe going’s not forever
\nas the season of the weather
\nhand in hand is not enough
\ncause what we play is blind man’s buff<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"