THE VISITORS The Visitors I hear the door-bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me, The sound so ominously tearing through the silence, I cannot move, I'm standing, Numb and frozen, Among the things I love so dearly, The books, the paintings and the furniture, Help me. The signal's sounding once again and someone tries the door-knob, None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient, And they don't dare to come here, Anymore now, But how I loved our secret meetings, We talked and talked in quiet voices, Smiling. Now I hear them moving, muffled noises coming through the door, I feel I'm, Crackin' up, Voices growing louder, irritation building and I'm close to fainting, Crackin' up, They must know by now I'm in here trembling in a terror ever growing, Crackin' up, My whole world is falling, going crazy, there is no escaping now, I'm, Crackin' up. These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation, And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces, And now they've come to take me, Come to break me, And yet it isn't unexpected, I have been waiting for these visitors, Help me. Now I hear them moving, muffled noises coming through the door, I feel I'm, Crackin' up, Voices growing louder, irritation building and I'm close to fainting, Crackin' up, They must know by now I'm in here trembling in a terror ever growing, Crackin' up, My whole world is falling, going crazy, there is no escaping now, I'm, Crackin' up. Now I hear them moving, muffled noises coming through the door, I feel I'm, Crackin' up, Voices growing louder, irritation building and I'm close to fainting, Crackin' up, (I have been waiting for these visitors.) They must know by now I'm in here trembling in a terror ever growing, Crackin' up, (I have been waiting for these visitors.) My whole world is falling, going crazy, there is no escaping now, I'm, Crackin' up, (I have been waiting for these visitors.) Now I hear them moving, muffled noises coming through the door, I feel I'm, Crackin' up, Voices growing louder, irritation building and I'm close to fainting, Crackin' up, (I have been waiting for these visitors.) They must know by now I'm in here trembling in a terror ever growing, Crackin' up, (I have been waiting for these visitors...) Head Over Heels I have a very good friend, The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend, She has a personal style, Some people like it, others tend to go wild, You hear her voice everywhere, Taking the chair, She's a leading lady, And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels, Breaking her way, Pushing through unknown jungles every day, She's a girl with a taste for the world, (The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing.) Head over heels, setting the pace, Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace, She's extreme, If you know what I mean. Her man is one I admire, He's so courageous but he's constantly tired, Each time when he speaks his mind, She pats his head and says, "That's all very fine, Exert that will of your own, When you're alone, Now we'd better hurry", And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels, Breaking her way, Pushing through unknown jungles every day, She's a girl with a taste for the world, (The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing.) Head over heels, setting the pace, Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace, She's extreme, If you know what I mean. You hear her voice everywhere, Taking the chair, She's a leading lady, And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels, Breaking her way, Pushing through unknown jungles every day, She's a girl with a taste for the world, (The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing.) Head over heels, setting the pace, Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace, She's extreme, If you know what I mean, (She's just one of those who always has to do whatever she please.) And she goes, Head over heels. When All Is Said And Done Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill, Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill, Birds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctively, When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun, Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done. In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks, Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex, We're still striving for the sky, no taste for humble pie, Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun, Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done. It's so strange when you're down and lying on the floor, How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more, Clear-headed and open-eyed, with nothing left to try, Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run, There's no hurry any more when all is said and done, Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run, There's no hurry any more when all is said and done. Soldiers Do I hear what I think I'm hearing? Do I see the signs I think I see? Or is this just a fantasy? Is it true that the beast is waking, Stirring in his restless sleep tonight, In the pale moonlight, In the grip of this cold December, You and I have reason to remember. Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, The songs that you and I don't sing, They blow their horns and march along, They drum their drums and look so strong, You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong. Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, The songs that you and I won't sing, Let's not look the other way, Taking a chance, 'Cause if the bugler starts to play, We too must dance. What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble? Won't somebody tell me what I hear? In the distance but drawing near, Is it only a storm approaching? All that thunder and the blinding light, In the winter night, In the grip of this cold December, You and I have reason to remember. Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, The songs that you and I don't sing, They blow their horns and march along, They drum their drums and look so strong, You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong. Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, The songs that you and I won't sing, Let's not look the other way, Taking a chance, 'Cause if the bugler starts to play, We too must dance. Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, The songs that you and I won't sing, Let's not look the other way, Taking a chance, 'Cause if the bugler starts to play, We too must dance. I Let The Music Speak I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs, No poet has ever painted, Voices call out to me, straight to my heart, So strange yet we're so well acquainted, I let the music speak, with no restraints, I let my feelings take over, Carry my soul away into the world, Where beauty meets the darkness of the day. Where my mind is like an open window, Where the high and healing winds blow, From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me, I let them take me, (Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me), Let it be a joke, Let it be a smile, Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while, Let it be a tear, Let it be a sigh, Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry. Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn, Rustling down an old alley, And in the dead of night I find myself, A blind man in some ancient valley, I let the music speak, leading me gently, Urging me like a lover, Leading me all the way, Into a place, Where beauty will defeat the darkest day. Where I'm one with every grand illusion, No disturbance, no intrusion, Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me, I let them use me, (All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion), Let it be a joke, Let it be a smile, Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while, Let it be a tear, Let it be a sigh, Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry. Let it be a tear, Let it be a sigh, Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry. Let it be the joy of each new sunrise, Or the moment when a day dies, I surrender without reservation, No explanations, No questions why, I take it to me and let it flow through me, Yes, I let the music speak, I let the music speak. One Of Us They passed me by, all of those great romances, You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances, My picture clear, everything seemed so easy, And so I dealt you the blow, One of us had to go, Now it's different, I want you to know. One of us is crying, One of us is lying, In her lonely bed, Staring at the ceiling, Wishing she was somewhere else instead, One of us is lonely, One of us is only, Waiting for a call, Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small, Wishing she had never left at all. I saw myself as a concealed attraction, I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action, Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving, That's how I started the show, One of us had to go, Now I've changed and I want you to know. One of us is crying, One of us is lying, In her lonely bed, Staring at the ceiling, Wishing she was somewhere else instead, One of us is lonely, One of us is only, Waiting for a call, Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small, Wishing she had never left at all, Never left at all. Staring at the ceiling, Wishing she was somewhere else instead, One of us is lonely, One of us is only, Waiting for a call... Two For The Price Of One He had what you might call a trivial occupation, He cleaned the platforms of the local railway station, With no romance in his life, Sometimes he wished he had a wife, He read the matrimonial advertising pages, The cries for help from different people, different ages, But they had nothing to say, At least not until the day, When something special he read, This is what it said: If you dream of the girl for you, Then call us and get two for the price of one, We're the answer if you feel blue, So call us and get two for the price of one, If you dream of the girl for you, (If you are dreaming of someone who might be right for you.) Then call us and get two for the price of one, (Why don't you call us and you'll get two for the price of one.) We're the answer if you feel blue, (We may be the answers to your problem, a chance with we two.) So call us and get two for the price of one, (Why don't you call us and you'll get two for the price of one.) He called the number and a voice said, "Alice Whiting", The voice was husky and it sounded quite exciting, He was amazed at his luck, The purest streak of gold he'd struck, He said, "I read your ad, it sounded rather thrilling, I think a meeting could be mutually fulfilling, Why don't we meet for a chat, The three of us in my flat, I can't forget what I read", This is what it said: If you dream of the girl for you, Then call us and get two for the price of one, We're the answer if you feel blue, So call us and get two for the price of one, If you dream of the girl for you, (If you are dreaming of someone who might be right for you.) Then call us and get two for the price of one, (Why don't you call us and you'll get two for the price of one.) We're the answer if you feel blue, (We may be the answers to your problem, a chance with we two.) So call us and get two, (Why don't you call us and you'll get two.) For the price of one. She said, "I'm sure we must be perfect for each other, And if you doubt it you'll be certain when you meet my mother." Slipping Through My Fingers Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile, I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness, And I have to sit down for a while, The feeling that I'm losing her forever, And without really entering her world, I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, That funny little girl. Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, The feeling in it, Slipping through my fingers all the time, Do I really see what's in her mind, Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing, Slipping through my fingers all the time. Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table, Barely awake, I let precious time go by, Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling, And a sense of guilt I can't deny, What happened to the wonderful adventures, The places I had planned for us to go, (Slipping through my fingers all the time), Well, some of that we did but most we didn't, And why I just don't know. Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, The feeling in it, Slipping through my fingers all the time, Do I really see what's in her mind, Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing, Slipping through my fingers all the time. Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time, Slipping through my fingers. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning, Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile. Like An Angel Passing Through My Room Long awaited darkness falls, Casting shadows on the walls, In the twilight hour I am alone, Sitting near the fireplace, dying embers warm my face, In this peaceful solitude, All the outside world subdued, Everything comes back to me again, In the gloom, Like an angel passing through my room. Half awake and half in dreams, Seeing long forgotten scenes, So the present runs into the past, Now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind, Like the embers as they die, Love was one prolonged good-bye, And it all comes back to me tonight, In the gloom, Like an angel passing through my room. I close my eyes, And my twilight images go by, All too soon, Like an angel passing through my room. Should I Laugh Or Cry He stands towering over me beside my bed, Losing his head, Tells me I must take him seriously, Frowning 'pon the usual way, He's such a clever guy, Then I wonder, should I laugh or cry? His (his) presence (presence) in the striped pyjamas that I bought, Trousers too short, Gives (gives) me (me) hours of philosophy, Carries on the way he does and me I get so tired, And I wonder, should I laugh or cry. I don't mind if his banner flies, A fool's pride in his eyes, Standing there on his toes to grow in size, (all I see is), All I see is a big balloon, Halfway up to the Moon, He's wrapped up in the warm and sacred truth, Of an eternal lie, So should I laugh or cry? Strange (strange) how (how) dangerously indifferent I have grown, Cold as a stone, No (no) more (more) pain where there was pain before, Far away he rambles on, I feel my throat go dry, And I wonder, should I laugh or cry? I don't mind if his banner flies, A fool's pride in his eyes, Standing there on his toes to grow in size, (all I see is), All I see is a big balloon, Halfway up to the Moon, He's wrapped up in the warm and sacred truth, Of an eternal lie, So should I laugh or cry? The Day Before You Came Must have left my house at eight, because I always do, My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due, I must have read the morning paper going into town, And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned, I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine, With letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed, I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so, The usual place, the usual bunch, And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained, The day before you came. I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two, And at the time I never even noticed I was blue, I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day, Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away, At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule, A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school, The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then, Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame, The day before you came. Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so, And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go, I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV, There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see, I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten, I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then, I must have read a while, The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style, It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim, The day before you came. And turning out the light, I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night, And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain, The day before you came. Under Attack Don't know how to take it, don't know where to go, My resistance running low, And every day the hold is getting tighter and it troubles me so, (You know that I'm nobody's fool), I'm nobody's fool and yet it's clear to me, I don't have a strategy, It's just like taking candy from a baby and I think I must be. Under attack, I'm being taken, About to crack, defenses breaking, Won't somebody see and save a heart, Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart, Under attack, I'm taking cover, He saw my track, my chasing lover, Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now, Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how. This is getting crazy, I should tell him so, Really let my anger show, 'Cause waiting at the answer to his questions is a definite blow, (I'm kind of certain that's the truth), Guess I'm kind of flattered but I'm scared as well, Something like a magic spell, I hardly dare to think of what could happen, where I'd be if I fell. Under attack, I'm being taken, About to crack, defenses breaking, Won't somebody see and save a heart, Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart, Under attack, I'm taking cover, He saw my track, my chasing lover, Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now, Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how. Under attack, I'm being taken, About to crack, defenses breaking, Won't somebody see and save a heart, Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart, Under attack, I'm taking cover, He saw my track, my chasing lover, Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now, Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how. Under attack, I'm being taken, About to crack, defenses breaking, Won't somebody see and save a heart, Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart... You Owe Me One Now there's a shadow falling over our faces, Doubt forever in our hearts, And in a while we'll start to pick up the traces, We won't find the missing parts, Buy me a ticket, I'll go to the Bahamas, I need a rest from our petty little dramas, Yes I really do, a-ha, hm-m, look what you've done, I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m, my turn to run, A chance to feel the sun, Baby, you owe me one. I was'nt ready for this kind of intrusion, I was taken by surprise, Now both of us are in a state of confusion, Hesitation in our eyes, Something unwanted has entered our existence, I think it's better to view it from a distance, Yes I really do, a-ha, hm-m, look what you've done. I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m, my turn to run, A chance to feel the sun, Baby, you owe me one. A-ha, hm-m look what you've done. I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m my turn to run, A chance to feel the sun, Baby, you owe me one. A-ha, hm-m look what you've done. I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m my turn to run, A chance to feel the sun, Baby, you owe me one. A-ha, hm-m look what you've done. I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m my turn to run, A chance to feel the sun, Baby, you owe me one, A-ha, hm-m look what you've done. I'm missing all the fun, Baby, you owe me one, a-ha, hm-m my turn to run... HTML&PHP Design © 2001 Jaroslav Vovsik  Special thank's to Richard Heyes for the Template Class  Webhosting provides and banners includes: www.webzdarma.cz