Rot, warm & tender

Rot, warm & tender

By the docks on the golden river

where All Man's River meets Maria Bay
at daybreak I will wait for you
birds we are and we will slip away
among nightingale and morning mew

now just get some sleep, the hour
will be deep by the docks on the
Golden River I want you to swear
you'll even be there in the cold
light of day

By the docks on the Golden River
what a place to start something new
by the docks on the Golden River
love will row the boat dreams are
the crew by the docks on the Golden
River

And when the tide comes in Maria Bay
we'll leave like in a fairy-tale
and send the witch and wolf who
stay behind our sweet apologies
by mail

Marinio

By the time they get to wisdom, by
the time they get to flowers in
their hair by the time they're
going underground

Marinio, Marinio,
we'll settle down in nowhere
Marinio, Marinio,
nowhere we're on our way

By the time they come to talk to
us by the time they want a
worthy conversation by the time
they're coming close to us

Marinio, Marinio,
be on your guard against it
Marinio, Marinio,
let's give ourselves a sign
if water comes to wine you
bet your ass the flavour is
gonna lose it's own obstinacy

and by the time they show their
greedy hands by the time they
wanna beat what they can't join
and by the time they stop their
masquerade

Marinio, Marinio,
we'll settle down in nowhere
Marinio, Marinio,
nowhere, we're on our way

Sweet surrender

I picture my prince in my pillow
sleeping quietly I picture his
body in my single bed the blanket
shows more than it hides of his
perfection stardust from heaven
spreads over his face, sweet
surrender, sweet of my heart

I picture my prince in my pillow
breathing softly now all my dreams
and desires are fulfilled I get so
weak, so weak, I'm almost melting
inside the walls of ice 'round my
soul tumble down sweet surrender
sweet of my heart
sweeter than sweet honey
sweeter than the wine so red
sweeter than sugar, sweeter than that
the sweetest thing I've ever had
melancholic angel, precious beast
of beauty
love, daddy is going to sleep now

I put my prince back in the pillow
his hide-away tomorrow night I'll
call him back and I'll say sweet
surrender, sweet of my heart
that's what it is

The contest (aloha hey!)

Once there was a contest in Hawaii
in Hawaii there was a contest once
between
THE TENORS
from the hills of Lokelani

and from Kukui: THE CUTE CASTRATION CHOIR
Lok: 'auhea, 'auhea wale 'oe
e ka pua, a he nani no 'oe
Kuk: aloha e, he mana 'o he aloha
aloha e ka 'oe

Aloha hey!
So then there was a quarrel in Hawaii
in hawaii there was a quarrel then
who were best? the guys from lokelani?
or from kukui thse sweet soprano men?

Lok: 'auhea, 'auhea wale 'oe
e ka pua, a he nani no 'oe
Kuk: aloha e, he mana 'o he aloha
aloha e ka 'oe, aloha e
Lok: 'auhea, 'auhea wale 'oe
Kuk: aloha e ka 'oe...

Aloha hey!
And now there is a new band in Hawaii
in Hawaii there is a new band now
they even beat the stars from Nahawele
oh listen how these hawaiian singers sing!

(transl: you, this is for you,
flower, you are so beautiful, I have
a feeling of love, hail you, hail...)

The ad

I woke up and went downstairs to the kitchen,
had my breakfast I drank my coffee with two
lumps of sugar and a sip of milk Then I read
the morning papers when a small ad caught
my eye:

"Little one needs little man
to make a little love"

And then I wrote in a naughty/decent style
and then I wrote and made a copy for my file
I woke up two days later by the sweet sound
of my mailbox I took the stairs by leaps and
bounds in a dare-devil way
"Dear John,
I liked your letter, i would like to
know you better. i would like this
little one to meet you, little man!"

And then I wrote in a true romantic style
then I wrote: "let's delay that for a while!"
and then I wrote: "A little distance makes
the heart grows fonder..."
We wrote weekly, we wrote daily and then
one day I got a letter right from his heart:

"Dear John,
I can't wait no longer, if my heart
grows any fonder it will break in
two because of all my love for you!"

And then I wrote in an urgent telegram then
I wrote: "To little one from little man!" And
then I wrote: "Pick me up at 4pm at the
station!" and then I wrote: "Clamp an amp under
your arm!" and then I wrote: "Else I'll
recognize your charm!" That's what I wrote
just before I took my train at the station
Now we wake up. What a wake up!
We'll never go downstairs no more!

Give it all away

What I had done, all I did before
meant nothing, all so useless and
then you came right into my life
and turned it on to happiness we
were happy, god knows we were
now you back down, I don't know
why is there something you don't
like? tell me and I'll change it

I'll give it all away everything
is for sale all i have and all
I can just to get you back again
I'll give it all away believe me
when I say: name your price and
I'm your man just to win your
love again

All I have, all I am means nothing
without you my hopes, my dreams,
all that i live for means nothing
without you I'm not just sayin'
something all I have is you take
my heart, take my soul, take my
life but stay with me, baby

I'll give it all away believe
me when I say even now today
I'll give it all away

Goodbye-conversations

Charlotte is coming to the point
reporters keep your pen stand-by
silence is needed, world stand still
these are the long-expected words:
She'll say: "I still love you, but we
don't fit" She'll say: "I was mistaken"
and she will say some more where did
I hear that before: "Dear John..."

deliver me from goodbye-conversations
deliver me from last fare-wells from
"I'll remember you, it's better this
way" to "Babe, I tried, but I really can't"
deliver me from goodbye-conversations

Bernard is up for a brilliant speech
he is a genius of words his explanation
will be smart he's the orator of the
year he'll say: "I still love you, why
don't we fit?" He'll say: "I was mistaken..."
and he will say some more where did I
hear it before: "Dear John..."

Deliver me from goodbye-conversations
deliver me from last fare-wells from
"Don't forget 'bout me" and "Don't think
wrong of me" to "babe, this gotta be the
end" from "I'm sorry" and "Though it hurts
me..." to "babe, I tried but I really can't"

Dear John,
deliver me from goodbye-conversations
deliver me from last fare-wells and
from the bottom of the g-conversations:
"Can't we still be friends?"

Like a pair of shoes

here I'm leaning on the jukebox in a
crowded cafe nobody seems to mention
me or comes down my way, everybody's
got a lover, everyone's got someone
but me
I smoke another cigarette, I have
another drink I just wanna talk to
someone, I don't wanna think why
does every man or woman seems to have
someone but me

I feel like a pair of shoes nobody
wants to walk on blues of ages
closing in on me I'm smiling like
I'm happy but meanwhile there's a
vacuum where my love should be

All day I got myself prepared to make
it tonight I've been so long in
darkness how I wanna see the
light but yet it's almost closing
time and I'm still standing on my own
I realize I'm not the most goodlooking
guy in town but lord is that a reason
they have to put me down...

Once I came dancing here once I
came fooling around but now...
I'm smiling like I'm happy but lord
knows, i'm not I feel like, I look
like, I walk like, I weep like I
crawl like, I creep like the founder
of the blues

1992 (And I Did Survive)

I dreamt of 1992, I was doing the dishes
when I heard on the radio: "They've got
the thing, now it's all over..." I hung
my tea-towel back on the line could not
believe those ears of mine walked into
the room to hear better and echoed softly:
"it's all over..." And I did survive!

I ran to the ghetto, how crowded the
streets with kissing, laughing, crying
men the dancing boys were singing:
"It's all over! It's all over! hail!
we go from bar to bar hail for the
brim-fulled jar! son of a gun, yeah
be gayo!" and I did survive!

(remember Willy, at the age of seventeen,
remember bernie, the queen in all his
majesty
remember Nono, who'd said: "Oh no,
it won't catch me!"
each of them was killed by love, yet
each man didn't die)

Valley of pain

the day that our babies left us alone
we fell from the mountain of love
now we're stuck in our wheelchairs and
crumble on crutches and can't find our
way up

above where luck is a Siren and pleasure
a joke it may be years till you first
smile
that's where we live and that's where
you are stumblin' in single file

for every teardrop is a
river in the Valley of Pain
and every sigh is a whirlwind
that sweeps the pattering rain
each broken heart is a yawn, each
broken dream a ball and chain
life's a lamentation
in the Valley of Pain When

we finally found out that life
is cruel rollin' on just like a ball
(always the same way)
we turned and were blind
for everything and all

raise your head and take a look
you see we fell from high
oh boy, you won't get out of here
now hang your head and cry

Father & son

"Hey son, go to school today!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
"Hey son, say your morning prayer!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
but when my daddy went to work I nosed
in naughty novels did what every boy
would do ("No dad, I've never done that...")

"Hey son, help your mama out!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
"Hey son, let your pa be proud!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
But when my daddy was asleep I climbed
out of the window disco-dancing all night
long ("No dad, I've never done that...")

I was a creepy young guy,
creepy? creepy!
( "No dad, I've never been that!")

"Hey let's go to church my son!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
"Put your sunday trousers on!"
"Yes dad, I'm gonna do that!"
but when my daddy was prayin', I slipped
into the church-yard tried to lay my
little cousin ("No dad, I've never done that...")

"Son, don't mess around
with those men from town!"
"No dad, I won't do that!"
"And don't let love-games
bring you down!"
"No dad, I won't do that!"
now daddy died and here I am suffering
yes, in prison wish that I had meant
those words: "No dad, I won't do that!"

Warriors of love

he sees it often since you've been away
there is a wound, who'll staunch it up
love knows he argues with hemself in pain
he means to do no mischief but he would
and that's the question
to you or not to you
all the same direction
the baby in blue

we're the warriors,
the warriors of love

he loved a certain person, yes he did
and his love was not returned
yet out of that there was one thing he did
yet out of that he wrote his songs
and that's the question
to you or not to you
all the same direction
the baby in blue

come take my hand and do splendid work
if not for you i would rather get drunk
and make love with the man in the street
come ring my voice, make me sing
when the night makes a move
to the morning light ease me a little,
a little ease, my song...

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