CONSTANT WAITING MAN
I took her to the sea and asked her if she would comfort me
the weather wasn't fine, the ragged trees they broke their spines
a plane just crushed into the pond of disability
But I'm constantly waiting
But I'm constantly waiting
Waiting for…
All the changes and rearranges are meant to bent credibility
Passing the anger in dreams of dreams of dreams of dreams
You put words into rhymes for dimes like you climb into holes of souls
But I'm constantly waiting
But I'm constantly waiting
I'm constantly waiting
Waiting for…
words & music by Moravek
Better call your supersonic kind of men
Better inhibit their fake of a plan
Stroke me kind of funny the way they whine
Come nameless kids and get hit by raking shining mind-beats
That you've never missed
Beaten in that particular useless way of speech
Chorus: And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep
Rimbaud and Verlaine are riding on a ghost train
Waving goodbyes through a nicotine rain
Reciting a season in hell but I can't tell it is true
Policemen and jerks here's some meat to beat
Some substandard fate laid at your feet
How wonderful to be served with right and law
Chorus: And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep
Better call your supersonic kind of men
Better call the weeds tonight
With their fake of a plan
Chorus: And put me in a sleep
And put me in a sleep …
words by Moravek music by Moravek, Ceurremans, Schlecht, Arganese
Everybody says he wants to have a little darling just to get close to someone
Everybody says even me, I should be having even a little fun'
Some die by crossing a river some for a new Panamanian hat
So what's in your eye? If it's blood you'll get used to it, if it's dust you don't
Some days I feel like a displaced person some days I feel like I fail
Some other days I feel like a tame susceptible dog hidden under a tangy veil
The tempest may lift the house the time we recollect where we are living in
If you're a doctor won't you please reconsider to give me my daily medicine
instead of
Picking flowers on the moon
Picking flowers on the moon
Picking flowers on the moon
Picking flowers on the moon
My friend, a thing I found out is that the science is much too slow for us
We're on the verge of leaving behind what we have learned
Down here we try to catch relief & we try to be honest
The miracle is, from up there everything just looks nicer
Picking flowers on the moon
Picking flowers on the moon
Picking flowers on the moon
...
Place them on my electric chair yeah, yeah
words & music by Moravek
I'm standing still when I'm crawling
I catch my breath when I'm singing
I don't care if you make it to the top
I have to say I've had enough
I'm tired of dreaming when I'm sleeping
I'm tired of dreaming the dreams I'm dreaming
Tired of watching my companies being torn out of my life
I have to say I've had enough
to be an insect
to be an insect...
I'm the immigrant wherever I'm moving
I'm the immigrant you don't change me
I wonder will they try to solve my case today
I have to say I've had enough
words & music by Moravek
what sort of action do you need
a re you hungry just like me are you prepared to fight the enemies
running down the circles of your brain that remains
silent
what is the colour upon your face that shines in deep disgrace
a measure of celebrity deep and wise and nice to see
turning mean reflecting white dressed horsemen coming into
silence
what kind of friend do you need to talk to
someone sharing sorrows for your property
don't mind you're just a part of a majority that is never going to be
silent
never going to be silent
never going to be silent
never going to be silent …
words by Moravek music by Moravek, Arganese
I dreamt of a rooster in my bedroom
My sister was sitting on a swing
With my persistence in questions I wondered
How to book a shuttle flight
But the flight was going nowhere
Leaving scars on my eyes
I want to run down the streets and forget about the reek
If you can't love me on Tuesdays
Please don't bomb me on Fridays
By virtue of the fact that we disconnect and fade
We dream of kisses we never gave
What do you dream in the Western world
Just one thing: I never felt blue!
I'm not going to paint a target on my skinny face
She's a heroine
A marble queen of low 4x
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
I gave you my blood and you spoke I know
You spoke I know what that means
She's a heroine
A marble queen of low
words & music by Moravek
Out of the undergrounds I fell straight into Hollywood
A spark at the sky gave me a sign that they would
Pour me blood and whiskey, too
Say it's all because of you
I don't know what they're going to do to you
Because I don't want to wake tonight
Because I don't want to wake tonight
This night I hear the engines knocking on their way
Save me but not your special European way
Because I don't want to deal with you
I don't want to deal with you
I don't want to deal with you
Because I don't want to wake tonight
Because I don't want to wake tonight
Dear Mr. Postman what is our purpose
Can we rewind that track
Once you're delivered
You can't be taken back
Dear Mr. Postman I need a rest
I need a sweet shuttle dream
That pushes me out of here
Closer into your space
Because I don't want to wake tonight
Because I don't want to wake tonight …
words & music by Moravek
I believed in gravity when I was a young boy
waking up in the morning light shining reminiscence
while the man in the seat next to me puts his eyes on me
but I don't sleep I lift a lid I'm under his suspicion yeah, yeah
I'm a little man in a little plane around a little earth
stay the night in transit & pass my place of birth
swinging wings, the smell of kerosene, I'll be gone like midnight
sever I have felt so free to kiss the world a goodbye yeah, yeah
I am flying home
I am flying home
any day I woke up I felt like I was shrinking
silhouettes ran over my T.V. skipping without concept
when your sitting in a steel skeleton you leave the reek on the bottom
below I leave the grid of me beyond I come to see …
I am flying home
I am flying home …
words by Moravek music by Moravek, Arganese
Look out
I have a dream
A storm is coming
Howling in
Cups are sliding
Like a hair being pulled out of milk
I've got to know how it sounds
I've got to know how it sounds
When I was sixteen
I could fly
Back up, ho
High and low
And all just because
I was always wondering
What I was doing here
What I was doing here
Chorus: With overwork and undernourishment we fell ill
With overwork and undernourishment we fell ill
Wahwahwah…
Watch out
I have a dream
And in this dream
I might have seen
People climbing
Up a tower
But the tower's not high enough
The tower's not high enough
Since the day
I found Jesus
Since the days
Of my youth
I have a reason
For what I'm doing
I've got to find what I'm looking for
I want to find what I'm looking for
Chorus: With overwork and undernourishment we fell ill
With overwork and undernourishment we fell ill
Wahwahwah…
words & music by Moravek
Soul chasers is it true that I depend on you
Can you float away the pain
Turn water into wine
Make the daylight shine
What is it you can do for me
Soul chasers is it true that I can count on you
There's something in the air
Too beautiful not to care
Something deep and wide
But you're not involved in that
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul chasers is it true I depend on you
You could be walking by
With your tricks and your false loyalty
Drag along your constructed reality
Neither drooped nor happy
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul chasers is it true that I depend on you
When the world gets drunk in vain
Can you free us from your chains
When we're isolated and gone
With things like icons, dreams and trash holds
False reckonings and daily foes
Can you play me that one song
Whenever I think of here
But leave me
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
Soul burdened
I was dirt but I don't care
I was dirt but I don't care
I was dirt but I don't care
I was lost but now I'm found
words & music by Moravek
Bye bye Sugar Ray I've been called out in the morning
The sun shone like crack and grew without a warning
I've better stayed too young
With so much left undone
They say the river flows deep into the sea in great dignity
Goodbye hollow sky I won't forget the day I met you
And yes! inside I'm flying and my town seems to turn into
A drunken travelling show
Two pale riders in the snow
Three jugglers in a row
A man without a nose that nobody knows
On the day I disappear I'll do without any warning
I won't pick up the phone to tell you that I'm going
When I disappear I hope I might say I was sorry
When I disappear I hope I would say 'Please don't worry'!
I'm going to lose my comrades
Leave my friends
Gravity won't mean nothing to me
On the day I disappear I'll do without any warning
I won't pick up the phone to tell you that I'm going
Like arrival
Like arrival
Like arrival
Like arrival…
words & music by Moravek
To blasting images located between two cop cars
To queens of coin laundries stuck inside of capsized hotel bars
To rooms fine & chilling
I don't believe in matchbook companies
They have all that fire
Inside I feel like I'm burning
I don't appreciate when you say it's alright
It's a good day for tomorrow
To trains following every day that same line
To howling drunken ships sailing minds in no time
To hound dogs hungry & yelling
I don't want to be with you when you say you don't love me
I don't think I will follow
No, I don't appreciate you saying it's alright
It's a good day for leaving tomorrow
A good day
A good day
A good day for leaving tomorrow
I don't believe in superstars they can't beat my life
Especially when I'm drowning
No, I don't appreciate when you say it's alright
It's a good day for leaving tomorrow
This is a good day
A good day
A good day for leaving tomorrow
words & music by Moravek
I stood upon transaction dome with a swinging gospel band
Sang would you understand my question is it hopeless and forlorn
Can you save the time that ran through the paleness of your bones
Can you see the weather in advance build a country for your roads
And I don't trust your investment men nor the chillness of your aim
I have seen where you live I've seen where you go I don't need your kind of grace
You're afraid of being nothing just a building made of haze
You're afraid of being nothing while you try to change your face
What about the part-time hailers what about the midnight trains
What about promises spoken in the dark after nothing else remains
What about all that stealing money from the ones who can't decide
Whether they want to live or they want to die instead of killing their own pride
Are you happy?
Are you not?
Are you happy?
Are you not?
Are you happy
Happy inside your circus of dreams, la la
Are you not
Happy inside your circus of dreams, la la
Are you happy
Happy inside your circus of dreams, la la
Are you not
Happy inside your circus of dreams, la la
words by Moravek music by Moravek, Völkle
the world is too big for us
heaven knows
we want to be a part of it tonight
borrow me a smile
the chance of convenience is so bright
and if the guard at the gate
were the man in the moon
we'll be in very soon
many hopes have vanished
many hearts have failed
but mine is growing stronger
from the second I have hailed
into dreamland's electric lights
shining nights of
every woman and
every single man
the world is too big for us
the world is too big for us
words & music by Moravek
hey - I've got to wear
a mask to be safe
from all the people
saying life is just
a picture you paint
you have in your head
way down - down in the city
I could try so pretty hard
to be joyful
yeah - just if I try
just if I try
well - I've got a friend
he's got a friend
who said it is awful
just to be on top
of the mountain of things
watching the darkness
I could have a job
that job is
warning everyone forever
yeah - just if I try
just if I try
hey - just if I try
just if I try
words & music by Moravek
this place is a crossfire where they are
dragging me away
I'm a believer I'm caught in the rank
of a hobo anyway
though I'm a believer I'm surfing this space
of hobos today
the hopes of my younger youth
didn't come true
didn't come true
I think of leaving
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
I wish there was some snow on my shoulder
I wish I didn't grow older
all the marry-me's are talking that
drug dealer lingo
my best friend turned out to
be a long-time member of
the C.I.A.
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
I gotta run, babe
save me, save me, save me, save me…
words & music by Moravek
Wesley Clark says what matters
is the way the bullet takes
Wesley Clark says what matters
is the will to pull the trigger to make it fly
no sun and clouds hazy
the house empty
the truth a lie
Mr. Clark's new property is
that hole inside of me
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
the philanthropically master thief
and his aide
both gracious and keen
decide whether this misdeed
has been noble and useful
full of courage and care
I've read of a trial
in a place that nobody knows
I'm gonna take part in it
sitting under a tree watching the river flow
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
I said 'do you love me?'
she said 'baby, if you save me - yes! yes! yes!'
that was the thought that I've carried
on through my way out of the wilderness
'and what if god was watching?'
'what if we ever come back?'
said the man in front of me
as he stumbled over a bench
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
what does it mean?
and all the postcards I have written
what do they mean?
the times I tried to get her on the phone
what do they mean?
the childhood I carried with me
what does it mean?
all the time I have wasted
what does it mean?
words & music by Moravek
It's too loud outside
The summer is dead
future is wed
To the entire wrongs in the whole wide world
Destinies fell
And I don't feel too well
I feel a little faint
No one's by my side
It's too loud
It's too loud
It's too loud
It's too loud
It's too loud outside
Too creepy and cold
I can't complain
But I'm out of my mind
It's too busy and fast
Just recovered from the blast
That I'm not of any present national interest
It's too loud
It's too loud
It's too loud
It's too loud
Shoot my telephone
Run over my net
Smash my television
Break its back …
words & music by Moravek
When the low gets high
the high gets low
I pack up my things I'm ready to go
So what do I care
Slip away on electric waves
of big ideas
Like a twilight drug you're there
then you disappear
I suspect you've been sent by someone
who rather wants to see me dead
I'm wind up in a place
You won't catch me alive
Like Herod's daughter
Asking for the head of John the Baptist
Giving up riches instead
You ask for mine
Chorus:
I'm not gonna fall in love with your fascist heart
I'm not gonna fall in love with your fascist heart
I'm gonna burn all my letters
Watch them cease
All of your propaganda
My new will
will increase
Tell me your real name by the way
So I can think of you when your words come true
Answer me
if you can
Like Delilah you search for the myth of strength
Sell your love
Send it to death
I prefer to cut my hair by myself
I doubt you're looking for a door to open
I've entered home since the storm has broken
And switched on the lights
Chorus:
I'm not gonna fall in love with your fascist heart
I'm not gonna fall in love with your fascist heart
words & music by Moravek
where have you been my long-lost friend
don't you decide to come back again
how is life out there?
can't tell you where I call from
there's this man on the opposite row
keeping an eye on me
memories stun me
but don't bother me anymore
let's say I'm in transit
yeah, let's say I disappear
I bet they taped me when I told you they kill to bring in democracy
as well as they shoot for money too
well, the new sound of monetary is war
yeah, the new sound of monetary is war
temporarily I feel save
I can see you wearing this brave black plushy furry hat
I heard a lady last night sayin' she's sick of people praising politics
how silly the can be about the future
I found a note today sayin' "we know who you are"
now what do you think?
do they mean it?
sister, I hear you breathing
was that tremble in your voice - you changed since, don't you?
well, the new sound of monetary is war
yeah, the new sound of monetary is war
words & music by Moravek
RUBY LIGHT SHINE
I have a ruby I hold against the sun
I have a ruby I hold against my eye
everytime I need to escape
I have a ruby
I have a ruby
ruby light shine
tide is bursting
there's water to my knees
from a moon-like beach
I see a diamond sky
ruby light shine
ruby light shine
8 MILLION
8 millions of stories
in a city of dreams shining through
home is another stupid word for loss
but tonight lights are out on the streets
seems like rushing trains
creeping right on me
doggy souls taken from the road
throwing dice for vanishing their souls
aha - it's somebody's wedding day
aha - somebody's lost
aha - in somebody's world today
aha - I'm a reckoning too
SWEET COLUMBIA
I wrote a song for her
The postman brought it the other day
The smile upon her face
I've seen every night in my dreams
Will I surrender?
The flower women know me by name
Envying her
The phony follow blindly
The fans undo their shyness
Never hitch or hide
Never hitch or hide
Sweet Columbia
Now I've got nothing to hold on to
Sweet Columbia
Now I've got nothing to hold on to
In her office
At her fancy music magazine
She let my song die away
The futile queen of hearts
What is so cold and made of steel
Is the pistol next to my heart
Sweet columbia
Now I've got nothing to hold on to
Sweet columbia
Now I've got nothing to hold on to
ELECTRIC STAR
If the moon were a red ruby and your weakness was a gun
A plane makes you want to fly away again
Leave the place just for the ruin
The tremendous song's completely fading but what's gone is part of us too
Tell me something:
Do you believe in something that is happening too?
You are an electric star
How does it feel to be real?
Today I found a dog and I gave him a very funny pleasant name
Just to make sure it's harder to leave
When you know someone by name
When you know someone by name
You are an electric star
How does it feel to be real?
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
When the night is almost beaten
And the truth is almost gone
We want to be something beautiful
We want to be something beautiful
When the stars are gone with the wind
What saves the ghost within?
We want to be something beautiful
We want to be something beautiful
All the friends we leave unkissed
Now rise up in our minds like bliss
We want to be something beautiful
We want to be something beautiful
FREE LIKE HOUDINI
Take away all my senses
Bind my hands to my back
Cover my eyes with a blindfold
I liberate myself
I liberate myself
Put me in a wooden casket
Throw me from the bridge
Into the waves of the hudson
I'll come out of the wet
Know how to catch my breath
I'm free like Houdini
I'm free like Houdini
Fade away all you monsters
Don't need the keys to the hand-cuffs
I'll pull away with a song
I will escape from that
I will escape from that
Put me in a straight-jacket
Give me a kiss in the morning
Drop me from the chrysler building
I'll come down safe again
I'll come down safe again
I'm free like Houdini
I'm free like Houdini
GOING BACK TO NEW YORK
Drags out on MacDougal Street
Moon on top of the Empire State
Infinite nightly January snow
And the trains are late
You say Burroughs wasn't right
A bullet finds its target in time
If you were my beloved
No need to leave
Will you go?
Will you do?
Will you go back to New York?
Will you see?
Will you see
The yellow trees in Battery Park?
Will you be
The same?
The best place you've been around
Where even silence makes a sound
Now you see it and you just wonder
What it is
Will you go?
Will you do?
Will you go back to New York?
Will you see?
Will you see
The autumn trees in Battery Park?
Will you be?
Will you be
The same?
Will you go?
Will you do?
Will you go back to New York?
Will you see?
Will you see
The yellow trees in Battery Park?
Will you be?
Will you be
In the very place your fathers ran ashore?
Will you be?
Will you be
The same?
STUCK INSIDE OF HERE
You were a friend of mine
Until you comitted a crime
You stole my heart and tore it to pieces
Seven trumpets on seven nights
Overwhelm the seven towers of your mind
And leave a heap of rubble that was called truth
Oh how I fear
To be stuck inside of here
Oh ow I fear
To be stuck inside of here
You and your companion
Where is he now?
He left you when the ramble was rough
But you'll give anything to have him back
At least you'd have someone to talk to
The ones you seek for
Yor couldn't find
Those you didn't look for
Have found you blind
Now you can't get rid of them
They gave you a slavery name
Isn't it (a slavery name)?
Oh how I fear
To be stuck inside of here
Oh ow I fear
To be stuck inside of here
Even your own mother hangs up the phone
When she hears your lost wind of breath
You're there on your own all alone
Aren't you?
Oh how I fear
To be stuck inside of here
Oh ow I fear
To be stuck inside of here
words & music by Moravek
I THINK THE WORLD IS NOT REAL
I'm in the mood for some company
I'm in that mood but all I see is
Trees and cars and fences
Buildings and cows fly by
And the pale front shield is covered
With misty rain and I
I think the world is not real
I think the world is not real
All that yellow clouds seem to haunt me
Can you see them darken at the end of the day
Grey seems to be the colour
All the other colours seem to have their source in grey
One more day to go
And especially tonight
I think the world is not real
I think the world is not real
I think the world is not real
I think the world is not real
words & music by Moravek
