Tin Pan Alley

Tin Pan Alley
Zabiorę ciebie kiedyś właśnie tam,
samolot miękko zejdzie w dół
i miasto jak muzyczny supersam
zbudzi sześć śpiących strun.

Taksówka żółta tak jak China Town
ruszymy tłumiąc pożar serc,
w muzykę, która nie zna prawd i kłamstw,
ale jest, ciągle jest.

Nie wszyscy wielcy już przestali grać,
choć powiał wiatr pogodę dla bogaczy,
złe czarne fortepiany nie chcą spać,
żyje w nich stary blues.

Na Tin Pan Alley w sklepach dobre dni,
ulicznym grajkom znów się tutaj płaci,
głośniki dudnię przez otwarte drzwi,
szybciej im bije puls.

W witrynach nuty z pięćdziesiątych lat,
okładki lekko zdartych płyt,
muzyka, które zawsze kochał świat,
dobrych firm
znany szyld.
Co z tego weźmiesz, to już twoja rzecz,
taksówka wróci z piskiem kół
i znów lotnisko, lot 55,
jeszcze raz
patrzysz w dół.

Otwieram list brązowy wrzesień

Otwieram list brązowy wrzesień
Otwieram list – brązowy wrzesień
Jeszcze w nim pachnie różą
i lato świeci.

Pamiętam
Pejzaż białych wydm
Pamiętam
Słońce ramion twych
Pamiętam
Włosów letni deszcz
Ciepłe morze – oczy twe.

Otwieram list – brązowy wrzesień
A już w nim smutku wrzosy
I chłodna jesień.

Pamiętam
Pejzaż białych wydm
Pamiętam
Słońce ramion twych
Pamiętam
Włosów letni deszcz
Ciepłe morze – oczy twe.

Bawimy się w życie

Bawimy się w życie
Byłeś ty i byłam ja,
Był nasz świat,
Świat, został sam.
Teraz cóż, nie znajdziesz go,
Dla nas już się skończył,
Inni znajdą, zmienią sens.

Bawimy się w życie -
- Życie nami bawi się.
Co czego odbiciem,
Co jest prawdą, a co snem.
Każdy z nas chce

Mieć dla siebie
Jakiś świat.
Gdzie mamy iść,
By znaleźć
I każdemu dać?
Bawimy się w życie..

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Błękitne światło
Już ścieżkę snu prowadzi nocą.
Otwieram gwiazdom octy
I kwiatów granie się zaczyna
Muzyka nocy
Muzyka nocy

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Bo w życiu różnie jest różnie mój mały
Przeciwne wieją wiatr,
I cień się kładzie pod oczami
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W maleńkim sercu noś
Krainę lipców złotych
Zielone łąki – żywe rzek
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Everything i need

Everything i need
Moving up and down and from side to side
With so many things to do
I want to go again I want another ride
This time should see it through

We never realised as the years rolled by
No we never really had a clue
But we knew one day we’d come alive
And in the end there’s me and you

My babe, she gives me everything
She gives me everything I need

When the winter comes and the cold sets in
As this city’s prone to do
They forecast heavy seas and gale force winds
that’s really nothing new

When I’m falling down
Deeper than the underground
My thoughts race back to you
Again and again

My babe, she gives me everything
she gives me everything I need

And if you think us fools
And you criticize
Then my friend the joke’s on you

My babe, she gives me everything
She gives me everything I need.

Down under

Down under
Traveling in a fried-out combie,
On a hippy trail, head full of zombie,
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous,
She took me in and gave me breakfast, and she said…

“Do you come from a land down-under?
Where women glow and men plunder,
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover.”

Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles,
I said “Do you speak my language?”
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich,
And he said…

“I come from a land down-under,
Where beer does flow and men chunder,
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover.”

Lying in a den in Bombay,
with a slack jaw and not much to say,
said to the man “Are you trying to tempt me?”
Because I come from the land of plenty?
And he said…

“Oh!!! Do you come from a land down-under?”
Where women glow and men plunder,
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run, you better take cover.”

Man with two hearts

Man with two hearts
Like a man who has two hearts
Both of them worlds apart
Both of them play their part you know

Like a man who has two wives
His life the becomes alibis
Nobody asks him why you know

Can there be peace
Between the heart and the brain?
No release always the same
I won’t come here again

Like a man who has one hand
Still he does what he can
Shows he is twice the man you are

Are we just beasts
With our burdens of pain
No release always the same
Cut off my legs
Torture and maim
I’m back here again

Like a man who has two hearts
One day they fell apart
Both of them played their part you know

Can there be peace
Between the heart and the brain
No release to try is in vain
Stories repeat always the same
I won’t come here again.

People just love to play with words

People just love to play with words
I’m not tryin’ to impress you with my lines
They don’t mean nothin’ at all
It’s just another expression of mine
It don’t mean nothin’ at all
Mystifying, Oh no
Crystalizing, you know

People just love to play with words
People just love to play, haven’t you heard?
People just love to play with words
People just love to play, haven’t you heard?

There are two sides, a win or loss
What’s two down and four across?
Analyzing and implying, you know

People just love to play with words
People just love to play, haven’t you heard?
People just love to play with words
People just love to play, haven’t you heard?…

The longest night

The longest night
Wind is in the east
Stare at us eyes in wonder
Like beggars at a feast
We can’t even, count the number
What you gonna do?
Send them table scraps we’re leaving
One who care are few
Most spend there time, with useless meaning

Dear father,
Do you think that it will be alright?
Tell me mother,
Will we make it through?
We make it through the hungry night.

Somewhere in the west
Gold teeth, but sometime is gleaming
We know we are the best
Even know, the beasts lie screaming
We’ve got power to spare
A new clear day
Is dawning they say
But tell us, don’t you dare
The piper has a price that we pay

Dear preacher,
Do you think that we’ll see the light?
Tell me teacher,
Well we make it through?
We make it through the darkest night.

Two faces in the south
The first one has a look of
With fine words in his mouth
His heart is black,
As ghetto chimneys

What you gonna do?
To hide the shame,
Contain their anger.
What you gonna say?
You walk the line, of constant danger

Dear brother,
You think we’ll have to stand and fight?
Tell me sister, Will we make it through?
We make it through the longest night.

Dear father,
Do you think it’s gonna be alright?
Tell me teacher,
Do you think that we’ll see the light?
Tell me brother,
You think we’ll have to stand and fight?
Tell me sister,
Will we make it through?
Make it through the longest night.

Touching the untouchables

Touching the untouchables
Hello to you, my sweet young friends
Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
My shirt’s turn my time’s near done

Touching the untouchables but they don’t know
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
You turn away, what can I say?

Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no Jones’ and I pay no rent
I have to stand straight because my back’s so bent
Tell my secretary I ain’t takin’ any calls,
And if you want to find me, just ask the boys…
Down at the wall…That’s where I’ll be…

Oh…
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Park bench and cigarettes
Can you help me get off this fence?
Can’t you see, I’m just an old man
Tryin’ hard, do what I can

Touching the untouchables but they don’t know
Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
You turn away, what can I say?
You’ll never, never know
You’ll never know