{"id":326,"date":"2019-01-18T12:12:36","date_gmt":"2019-01-18T12:12:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/allansorensen-music.dk\/en\/?page_id=326"},"modified":"2023-04-26T12:45:44","modified_gmt":"2023-04-26T12:45:44","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/allansorensen-music.dk\/en\/lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics – Songs From My Past"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lyrics \u2013 Songs From My Past<\/h2>\n

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CD 1<\/span><\/h2>\n

DON\u2019T KNOW WHERE TO GO<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

You find me sitting here<\/span>
\nmy face is fading out<\/span>
\ndawn is near<\/span>
\nvery soon cock will shout<\/span>
\nand we don\u2019t know where to go<\/span><\/p>\n

tapping on the silverpane<\/span>
\nechoes of the sowing rain<\/span>
\nin this misty haze<\/span>
\nI try to guess my own name<\/span>
\nand we don\u2019t know where to go<\/span><\/p>\n

And if I were to do just what I wanted to<\/span>
\nI\u2019d forget about the past only present would last<\/span>
\nand we don\u2019t know where to go<\/span><\/p>\n

Now spring is left behind<\/span>
\na year dies fast you know<\/span>
\nI know we changed in mind<\/span>
\nwe\u2019re leaving in afterglow<\/span>
\nand we don\u2019t know where to go<\/span><\/p>\n

TIME WILL TELL<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Peter Roln\u00e6s<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Life\u2019s no game and it\u2019s out to get you<\/span>
\nthat\u2019s what I hear everybody say<\/span>
\nand I try to make the best<\/span>
\nof whatever pointless act I play thru\u2019out the day<\/span><\/p>\n

But there\u2019s one thing and it keeps me going<\/span>
\nit will turn the darkest nite to blue<\/span>
\nand you heart lights up with gladness<\/span>
\nlike some sudden stroke of madness it possesses you<\/span><\/p>\n

The lonely nites, I tell you, that\u2019s the worst time<\/span>
\nthey will really turn you inside out<\/span>
\nsleep can seem so far away<\/span>
\npretty soon you\u2019ll wind up wand\u2019ring restlessly about<\/span><\/p>\n

When you feel it then you know it<\/span>
\nlove has come our way<\/span>
\nshout about it – tell the world that<\/span>
\nit\u2019s your lucky day<\/span>
\nif you hesitate, it might be too late<\/span>
\nlove is now – time will tell you how<\/span><\/p>\n

ONCE YOU WERE<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Once you were a sea<\/span>
\nto deep to even swim in<\/span>
\nnow you\u00b4re race I try to run<\/span>
\nbut never win<\/span><\/p>\n

Once you were a forest<\/span>
\nwhere I lost my way<\/span>
\nnow you\u00b4re the night delaying<\/span>
\nsunshine and the day<\/span><\/p>\n

Once you were the alley<\/span>
\nhere I grew so strong<\/span>
\nbut now you\u00b4re a city<\/span>
\nand I don\u00b4t know where to belong,<\/span>
\nwhere to belong<\/span><\/p>\n

Whereever you may go<\/span>
\nand whoever you\u00b4ll get to know<\/span>
\nlisten to my tune<\/span>
\nof memories from agesless past<\/span>
\nso doggone bound to live and last<\/span>
\nlisten to my tune<\/span><\/p>\n

STRANGE FEELING<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Peter Roln\u00e6s<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Now and then I feel this way<\/span>
\nwhat it is, I can\u00b4t explain<\/span>
\nNo matter what, it won\u00b4t go away<\/span>
\nI\u00b4m afraid it\u00b4ll bring me more pain<\/span><\/p>\n

What is up and what is down<\/span>
\nused to know my way around<\/span>
\nNow I\u00b4m all tumbled and turned<\/span>
\nsomething tells me I might get burned<\/span><\/p>\n

Strange feeling deep here inside<\/span>
\nStrange feeling all through the night<\/span>
\nStrange feeling oh could it be love?<\/span><\/p>\n

WINTERTIME IS WHERE YOU ARE<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Now summersaults and lizards trails<\/span>
\nare what is left of summerdays<\/span>
\nwhen everyone was having fun<\/span>
\nand time was something left undone<\/span><\/p>\n

Wintertime is where you are<\/span>
\nfrozen smiles and ice blue stars<\/span>
\nand time is someone passing thru\u2019<\/span>
\nleaving sorrow close to you.<\/span><\/p>\n

IT WILL HEAL THIS TIME<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

One day I woke up I found you\u2019ve gone<\/span>
\nWhy you broke up I can\u2019t find out<\/span><\/p>\n

I can feel it in the morning in the evening too<\/span>
\nthe emptyness is still calling calling out for you<\/span><\/p>\n

You left me love without a warning<\/span>
\nyou just disappeared<\/span>
\nthis time will be the last time<\/span>
\nthere\u2019ll be no turning back<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m strong and I\u2019ll get over it as time goes by<\/span>
\nagain you broke this heart of mine<\/span>
\nbut it will heal this time<\/span><\/p>\n

SEPTEMBER GIRL<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u00b4t know if you remember<\/span>
\nthe girl we met in September<\/span>
\nher eyebrows were dark and tall<\/span>
\nher hopes sincere but small<\/span><\/p>\n

Today I met her in the rain<\/span>
\nhoping she\u00b4d recall but all in vain<\/span>
\nshe just keep on sitting there<\/span>
\nthe wind pouring rivers through her hair<\/span><\/p>\n

I turned my back upon her face<\/span>
\nwalked as a stone in a case<\/span>
\nshe took out a book of rhymes<\/span>
\nthe rain erased all the lines<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u00b4s all I had to say my friend<\/span>
\nI have nothing to add but the end<\/span>
\nlater I heard they caught her in the park<\/span>
\nshouting about<\/span>
\nwho is blind is it I or the dark<\/span><\/p>\n

CRY ON MY SHOULDER<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

All<\/em>an S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

You came in here quite a mess<\/span>
\nso I did my very best<\/span>
\nto change your apathy<\/span><\/p>\n

I can lend you open ears<\/span>
\nand open arms but can not<\/span>
\nchange your good or bad luck charms<\/span><\/p>\n

I said<\/span>
\nGo on cry on my shoulder<\/span>
\nbut you didn\u00b4t look any bolder<\/span><\/p>\n

Your future behind you<\/span>
\nand a dream just about two<\/span>
\nis all that pale moon<\/span>
\nand I can offer you<\/span><\/p>\n

I can serve you nice hot tea<\/span>
\nbut can not give you anything<\/span>
\nbut lukewarm sympathy<\/span><\/p>\n

RENDEZVOUS WITHOUT YOU<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Young women on amazing every days<\/span>
\nsandcastles and sunsets in the sands<\/span>
\nsunny wawes reflecting in many ways<\/span>
\ndistant trees asway like waving hands<\/span><\/p>\n

Clouds in the sky forming strange creatures<\/span>
\nflocks of birds giving life to the air<\/span>
\nthe whole scene shows the wellknown features<\/span>
\nthe sound of you I know we\u2019re in love there<\/span><\/p>\n

It doesn\u2019t exist it\u2019s part of what is lost<\/span>
\nwhere are the lips I once kissed<\/span>
\nam I left to pay the cost<\/span><\/p>\n

Life\u2019s a rendezvous I make alone without you<\/span>
\nLife\u2019s a rendezvous I make alone without you<\/span><\/p>\n

MY BEST FRIEND<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Peter Roln\u00e6s<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My dog and best friend for lord knows how long<\/span>
\nwoke me up one night, I knew something was wrong<\/span>
\nhe lay on the floor so very tired<\/span>
\nthe time had come for us to say our last goodbye<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how I cried that night, oh how I cried that night<\/span>
\noh how I cried that night, over my best friend<\/span><\/p>\n

He gave me so much, I could never repay<\/span>
\nand now, now it\u2019s too late<\/span>
\nwhen I think of all the good time we\u2019d spend<\/span>
\nso full of love and joy, caring with no end<\/span><\/p>\n

The very next morning my mind so sad<\/span>
\nmade him a grave, the worst job I\u00b4ve had<\/span>
\nI recall all the days so fine, I can\u2019t tell how<\/span>
\nI miss that friend of mine<\/span><\/p>\n

People ask me:<\/span>
\n\u201dAre you going to have a new dog?\u201d<\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know and even so<\/span>
\nmy best friend will forever be gone<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how I cried that night, oh how I cried that night<\/span>
\noh how I cried that night, over my best friend<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how I miss that dog, oh how I miss that dog<\/span>
\noh how I miss that dog, my best friend<\/span><\/p>\n

EMPTY TIME TO KILL<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

There\u00b4s a dreamer sitting over there<\/span>
\nwho is he… well noone seems to care<\/span><\/p>\n

Drinking a beer l ooking all around<\/span>
\nin the light you might watch him waste a tear<\/span><\/p>\n

He finishes his beer gently pays the bill<\/span>
\nin his glass a useless tear<\/span>
\nshed by a man who got lots of empty time to kill<\/span><\/p>\n

A girl in dreams wig and sneaky jeans<\/span>
\nsitting next to him<\/span>
\ntry to share his dreams sipping her wine<\/span>
\nand tasting the time<\/span><\/p>\n

DON\u00b4T FORGET ME<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Peter Roln\u00e6s<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u00b4ve been away many times<\/span>
\nleaving you by yourself<\/span>
\nwhereever I go I think of you<\/span>
\nlonging to get home<\/span><\/p>\n

All alone in my room<\/span>
\nin some Turkish hotel<\/span>
\na gentle face comes to my mind<\/span>
\nthe girl I left behind<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u00b4t forget me darling when I\u00b4m gone<\/span>
\nI\u00b4m leaving you but not for long<\/span>
\nyou know I have to go abroad<\/span>
\nso don\u00b4t forget me darling when I\u00b4m gone<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u00b4re asking me will my love grow<\/span>
\nbaby baby you should know<\/span>
\nmy love for you will never die<\/span><\/p>\n

PUSCHKIN<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I have this black cat<\/span>
\npeacefully sleeping on my pillow<\/span>
\nwhile you look so sad<\/span>
\nhelplessly weeping with the willow<\/span><\/p>\n

I must leave you know<\/span>
\nlike a bird of passage late in fall<\/span>
\nbut you\u2019ll recover though<\/span>
\nI\u2019ll be too far off to hear you call<\/span><\/p>\n

One day love you\u2019ll find<\/span>
\nthe black cat asleep beside you<\/span>
\nand someone got you in mind<\/span>
\nbut soon you must say goodbye too<\/span><\/p>\n

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Night after night<\/span>
\nyou find yourself<\/span>
\ncounting stars healing scars<\/span>
\nfrom someone holding tight<\/span><\/p>\n

Night after night<\/span>
\nyou find yourself<\/span>
\nlosing dreams making schemes<\/span>
\nwith eyes so dark from light<\/span><\/p>\n

Night after night<\/span>
\nyou lose yourself<\/span>
\nin heaven\u00b4s rain feeling vain<\/span>
\nwishing day will enter bright<\/span><\/p>\n

Night after night<\/span>
\nyou find yourself<\/span>
\nbreaking hearts planning starts<\/span>
\nwith hands of trembling fright<\/span><\/p>\n

Tight very tight<\/span>
\nyou hold your hopes<\/span>
\nhalf insane knowing pain<\/span>
\nso stoned without the dopes<\/span><\/p>\n

CD 2<\/span><\/h2>\n

PARTING SONG<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u00b4t know<\/span>
\nwhat it\u00b4s gonna be like<\/span>
\nto be around<\/span>
\nwhen you\u00b4re no longer here<\/span>
\nbut I can\u00b4t figure out<\/span>
\nit could be bad<\/span><\/p>\n

If you go<\/span>
\nand then leave for good<\/span>
\nwithout a sound<\/span>
\nI will not shed a single tear<\/span>
\nbut start remembering<\/span>
\nall we once had<\/span><\/p>\n

When we meet with empty hands<\/span>
\nsome years ahead some years ahead<\/span>
\nyou\u00b4ll smile at me<\/span>
\nthough it rained all day<\/span>
\nand I just can\u00b4t be sad<\/span><\/p>\n

We stop to greet our minds they start to kiss<\/span>
\nnothing to be said we just have to be<\/span>
\ntwo meeting on the way both wishing to be glad<\/span><\/p>\n

LEAVING SHORES<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

When we walk home<\/span>
\nfrom autumn\u2019s beach<\/span>
\nwe feel so alone<\/span>
\nall is out of reach<\/span><\/p>\n

We leave the sky<\/span>
\nand prey to the gulls<\/span>
\nthe waves roll by<\/span>
\nand erode the skulls<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes I sure remember<\/span>
\nhow it used to be before<\/span>
\nin some late September morn\u2019<\/span>
\nand I keep recalling<\/span>
\nthe dim lights falling<\/span>
\nwhen we left the distant shore<\/span><\/p>\n

Leaving shores mean no encores<\/span>
\nor open doors<\/span>
\nleaving shores will end no wars<\/span>
\nor give the real cause<\/span><\/p>\n

STILL WE HOPE<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

They do not care what you dream deep inside<\/span>
\njust as long as you stay where they think you are<\/span>
\nwe are far away from them all<\/span><\/p>\n

They can\u2019t explain all the love that you show<\/span>
\nas their eyes are blind to all but their nose<\/span>
\nwe are far away from them all<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun is setting softly in your eye<\/span>
\nthis burning day is bound to die<\/span>
\nlandscapes you knew is fading in the dew<\/span>
\nstill we hope in words not said<\/span>
\nand trust the dreams inside our head<\/span><\/p>\n

BEYOND THE SKYROOM DOOR<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Take me to your mountain where I haven\u2019t been before<\/span>
\nlet me see your skyroom where angels guard the door<\/span><\/p>\n

Fill my heart with anger and let my eyes see sin<\/span>
\nmake tradition stop now and let future time begin<\/span><\/p>\n

Here then are your fathers and demons wise and strong<\/span>
\ntalking to your brothers so grown up yet so young<\/span><\/p>\n

But where are you tonight<\/span>
\nmy love and fate\u2019s delight<\/span><\/p>\n

I wonder if you come or go<\/span>
\nI wonder if you hide or show<\/span>
\nI wonder if you fade or glow<\/span><\/p>\n

and I wonder if you keep forgetting<\/span>
\nor are you just too tired to know<\/span><\/p>\n

BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHEN<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Talking to you though I know you\u2019re not around<\/span>
\nto tell myself that speaking don\u2019t need a sound<\/span><\/p>\n

I know that you are living in some other place<\/span>
\nI\u2019m sure that we are showing the same sad face<\/span><\/p>\n

Allthough we are far apart and friends keep telling me you\u2019re OK now<\/span>
\nI can tell that you don\u2019t feel that way<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking all the time<\/span>
\nand the clock is chimming goodnight<\/span>
\nstill the room is full of sun that never fade<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, just another day and I\u2019m filling out the moments<\/span>
\nin between what was and when – it\u2019s getting late<\/span>
\nWe\u2019ll meet again<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes when it\u2019s quiet I can hear you cry<\/span>
\nthe snow is melting slowly still the ground\u2019s too dry…<\/span><\/p>\n

MY MEMORIES MY PAST<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Behind the hills the sunset kills<\/span>
\na teenage day too soft<\/span>
\nand full of dreams and full of thrills<\/span><\/p>\n

My recordplayer\u00b4s turning round<\/span>
\na carousel of fifties sounds<\/span>
\nthe first blue jeans the greasy hair<\/span>
\nit\u00b4s all there<\/span><\/p>\n

My memories my past<\/span>
\nwritten in the face of time<\/span>
\nmy memories my past<\/span>
\nhidden in your yesterdays<\/span>
\nmy memories my past<\/span>
\nmy hopes my future ways<\/span>
\nsmiling in your open face<\/span><\/p>\n

NATURE OF MY RACE<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

We avoid no slaughters<\/span>
\nwe tried to cross all borders<\/span>
\nnever found trust in justice<\/span>
\nthou\u2019 we really sought her<\/span><\/p>\n

We loved to be at war<\/span>
\nto have some fire to cease<\/span>
\nfollowed by honour and peace<\/span>
\nour incurable decease<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve often looked at mirrors<\/span>
\nthat didn\u2019t show no face at all<\/span>
\nso here I keep some pictures<\/span>
\njust in case you asked me<\/span>
\n\u2019bout the nature of my race<\/span>
\n\u2019bout the nature of my race<\/span>
\n\u2019bout the nature of my race<\/span><\/p>\n

TANGERINE ALLEY IN DREAMS<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Walking down tangerine alley in dreams<\/span>
\nin blue suede shoes on a day like this<\/span>
\nsomebody paid my dues<\/span>
\nbut they gave me no food<\/span>
\nI can\u2019t tell you how it is<\/span>
\nthe jukebox singing my favourite tune<\/span>
\nand my darling will be here soon<\/span><\/p>\n

Walking down tangerine alley in dreams<\/span>
\nin my wornout dress on a day like this<\/span>
\nbut I couldn\u2019t care less<\/span>
\nsince they gave me no food<\/span>
\nawaiting more than a kiss<\/span>
\nmy baby\u2019s coming down the lane in silversocks<\/span>
\ncarrying her most awfull beautybox<\/span><\/p>\n

Walking down tangerine alley in dreams<\/span>
\nmy babe and hungry me we talk, walk and kiss<\/span>
\ntill we meet a sign<\/span>
\ntelling somthing like this:<\/span>
\n\u201dA meal for your beautycase\u201d<\/span>
\nOh boy you never saw<\/span>
\nsuch happy faces as we walked out to dine<\/span>
\nat a place called \u201dLove Divine\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

PASSING DAYS \/ MAKING WAYS<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Closing time is all at hand<\/span>
\nnow you\u2019re there left and lost<\/span>
\nwhat you once tried to find<\/span>
\nwell it\u2019s now passed and gone<\/span><\/p>\n

Your mind has lost command<\/span>
\nall the rivers have been crossed<\/span>
\nand what you once saw in the skies<\/span>
\nhave now faded in the sun<\/span><\/p>\n

Yesterday they told me that<\/span>
\nyou left your home petrified<\/span>
\nsaid so long to all your dreams<\/span>
\neveryone all for good<\/span><\/p>\n

Night was howling like a cat<\/span>
\nand clouds fought to keep their size<\/span>
\nas painters painted same old scenes<\/span>
\nyou left it all I wish I could<\/span><\/p>\n

I do not trust my way of life<\/span>
\nand do not fancy how I pass the days<\/span>
\nI am a little scared of what I do<\/span>
\nand how I make my ways<\/span><\/p>\n

FINAL ZERO<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Making coffee and not a clean cup<\/span>
\nat your free hand<\/span>
\ntapping in tune to Alexander\u00b4s<\/span>
\nold ragtime band<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking time to watch the game<\/span>
\nfill out your TV<\/span>
\nand you lean back in your own world<\/span>
\nit\u00b4s too easy<\/span><\/p>\n

We got no cars to disturb us<\/span>
\nwe don\u00b4t care about the motor bus<\/span>
\nwe just take it nice and really slow<\/span>
\nthe clock has stopped and will not go<\/span><\/p>\n

we\u00b4re hiding fear and refuse to know<\/span>
\nthat we\u00b4re on countdown to the final zero<\/span><\/p>\n

MINUTES FLY<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My love when you came into my life<\/span>
\nsome grey decembermorn\u00b4<\/span>
\nI lived on lies, jokes and joy<\/span>
\nhide and seek with girls and boys<\/span><\/p>\n

And then we struggled hard to get<\/span>
\nwhat we now have got<\/span>
\nand it is more than much to us<\/span>
\nthough some may say it ain\u00b4t a lot<\/span><\/p>\n

And now at last I have come through<\/span>
\nwinter, summer, spring and fall<\/span>
\nwe had times you know we had<\/span>
\nbut no complaints from us at all<\/span><\/p>\n

Love you\u00b4re the flower<\/span>
\nlet me be the ground<\/span>
\nto which your life<\/span>
\nforever will be bound<\/span>
\nlove you\u00b4re the hour<\/span>
\nlet me help you pass<\/span>
\nthe time of day<\/span>
\nminutes fly they don\u00b4t stay<\/span><\/p>\n

GUTS TO GROW<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s been a dream now<\/span>
\nor maybe two<\/span>
\nsince we saw the sun –<\/span>
\nNow I\u2019m smiling back to you<\/span>
\nas if it has always shun…<\/span><\/p>\n

Recall fields of green<\/span>
\ngrey nights in rain<\/span>
\nbeaches glitter gold<\/span>
\n– Seam like all we have seen<\/span>
\nis coming strongly back again…<\/span><\/p>\n

May seem rather strange<\/span>
\nthat I adress you so<\/span>
\nafter all the tears of pain<\/span>
\nand sudden change<\/span>
\nbut I guess it take some loss<\/span>
\nto know and some guts to grow<\/span><\/p>\n

BABY JOY<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019re growing round and fine these days<\/span>
\nWhen I watch you I can tell your baby\u2019s age<\/span>
\nand when you smile you smile the smile<\/span>
\nof someone hiding someone\u2019s face<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019re walking and talking your old ways<\/span>
\nbut when I\u2019m near you I can hear the echo beat<\/span>
\nyou live a life of one who\u2019s still too weak<\/span>
\nto rice and face the days<\/span><\/p>\n

Time is making ready for a little baby soul<\/span>
\nto enter life so steady<\/span>
\nsinging songs of rock and roll<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s maybe a lady<\/span>
\nit\u2019s maybe a boy<\/span>
\nsure it\u2019s a baby<\/span>
\nbound to bring you joy<\/span><\/p>\n

GROW UP ROCK<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Allan S\u00f8rensen – Torben Bille<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I was born with a dream in one hand<\/span>
\nreality into the other did fall<\/span>
\nI was bred under mother\u00b4s command<\/span>
\nand were not allowed to bother at all<\/span><\/p>\n

When time came like all I went to school<\/span>
\nand couldn\u00b4t avoid being used as a tool<\/span>
\nthey never told me what they were aiming at<\/span>
\nsilently they sold me – I didn\u00b4t know that<\/span><\/p>\n

I fell in love needless to say<\/span>
\nwith the willing girl next door<\/span>
\nand for a while stopped asking for more<\/span>
\nand now I\u00b4m on my weary way<\/span>
\nto put my questions to the local whore<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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