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Art Attack

O’Stockholm

O’Stockholm
Pale and white
The year is slipping
Out of sight
Frozen waters
Icy roads
Swapped for the winter

O’Stockholm
Pale and blue
How much warmth
I feel for you

 

Water

[Him] The gondolas, sometimes they sleep. But othertimes they swim.
[Her] And you?
[Him] Me?

The sudden rush and temptation
Of drizzle on my window
To go out and swim in the streets
With you
To turn the world into Venice
To let the water shrink me
Let me float in my umbrella boat
With you

I can see
The rain clouds emptying

Little needles leaning to the left
Of you
And high they fly like burst balloons
Running to the moon
For an airless rest
With you

I’ll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler
Wearing comical yellow
There’s fishtails going off like mousetraps
Nets so many holes yet prisons
Me just in it simply for the water

The faces of mountains
Cut with white blood
Stampeding stallions of foam
For you
To hoof-shaped pools
The sparkle of imaginary jewels

That the magician that the sun is creates

 

She’s King

An unbelievable time
I would rush to find
Even if I thought
That it might threaten me

A thousand things to do
To follow them all through
Things to learn and see
And they will better me

I would rush to find
Thumping hard, banging in my mind
It’s so easy, so easy to fly
If you try, if you try

She’s king
She’s king

A throne of violent blue
And nothing to see through
Distant eyes to guide
And to enlighten me

An end to all our pain
An hour through her heart
Nothing there at least though
It encouraged me

I would rush to find
Thumping hard, banging in my mind
It’s so easy, so easy to fly
If you try, if you try

She’s king
She’s king

An unbelievable time
I would rush to find
Even if I thought
That it might threaten me

I would rush to find
Thumping hard, banging in my mind
It’s so easy, so easy to fly
If you try, if you try

She’s king

Ohhh

 

Too Round To Be Square

The desperate angel sits in the dark
Wings in a fold, arrow through her heart
The tepid stream runs for a medal
Silver beats gold and gives her a start

Too fine to be smooth
Too greedy to share
Too blue to be colour
Too round to be square

The perspex heath melts in the sun
The liquid slips to a room at the front
The merry house has a girl’s name
A plastic fox, drunk at the hunt

Too fine to be smooth
Too greedy to share
Too blue to be colour
Too round to be square

Too fine to be smooth
Too greedy to share
Too blue to be colour
Too round to be square

[Spoken]
Too fine to be smooth
Too greedy to share
Too blue to be colour
Too round to be square

 

You Whisper

[Knocking] Come in!

Thunder opens its throat
It lets out the roar of rain
Soaked I clench my overcoat
And come up to see you again

Your smoothly sculptured neck
The trapped curving tongue
Your cage of a mouth springs open
And throws out the seeds of a song

They grow and flower
And hour after hour
Blessed velvet
You whisper

The world a slave to your look
Your shapely almond tears
Your marzipan skin in a crystal stare
Your chocolate box of fears

The load off my mind
The pointed beating pulse
Stabbing instead my thumping head
This famousness is false

You glow and glint
I blink, you wink
(In) ice polished silk
You whisper

You whisper

 

Fear

I shatter I regret
I recover my senses
I take a cigarette
I stumble I’m saved
I collapse into the arms of you

I shiver I’m awake
Our fingertips touch
I can’t wait
I kiss you I do it blindly
If it wasn’t for the look in your eyes
I’d believe that everything you were saying was true

I’m an actor, you’re a fool
Like a road with a bridge
We are waiting for love in the cold
But our fear
It will shear
Our love from our hearts

 

Evil Queen Of England

Elizabeth, this time it isn’t you
But she who shouts and blasts us with blue
The brilliance of making war
Rotten to the very core
She’s hammered planks across my door
Some sensitivity might pull us through

And the Evil Queen of England puts us down
So cold, so heartless and oh so glory bound
The Queen of evil and of iron
Can’t you see there’s people crying

Being fair still gets you through the day
But your dark soul is getting in the way
You must believe in equality
In pride and people’s dignity
Stop killing the family
You sacrifice the servants to the kings

The Evil Queen of England looks away
So ignorant and bad she’s made us pay
Queen of evil and of iron
Can’t you see there’s people dying

You light cigars with ten pound notes
You put pretty perfume on your throat
You dance in the castle as we drown in the moat
You’re pushing heads below the waterline

(TV/Radio)

And I’ve let you be the evil Queen again
And now I need something to help me dull the pain
A blue-eyed Marie Antoinette
Your speeches stale cigarettes
Give back our hearts, repay your debts
I can’t believe in anything you do

And the Evil Queen of England left a scar
And then she drove away in a black expensive car
The Queen of evil and of iron
Remove our chains and help us climb away
Remove our chains and help us climb away

 

On The Tip Of My Tongue

Two, three, four

Look out!

As I’m filling up my suitcase
Like a hungry mouth to feed
And I’m wondering when I’ll see you
It seems my suitcase runs on greed
I won’t empty it for ages
But I’ll write a hundred pages
I just let you know some of the thoughts of mine
I just let you know some of the thoughts of mine

Here they are
Shake them from me
Here they are
Take them from me
Here they are
On the tip of my tongue
Here they are
Some of the thoughts of mine

And in a battle with no winners
My target won’t keep still
And I won’t be your prize today
I’m too upset to kill
But I’ll show you what you’re wasting
It’s so wrong the things you’re chasing
I’m gonna let you know some of the thoughts of mine
I’m gonna let you know some of the thoughts of mine
I am! Here they are!

Here they are
Shake them from me
Here they are
Take them from me
Here they are
On the tip of my tongue
Here they are
Some of the thoughts of mine

Don’t drag me from a sleepy bed
If listening hurts
I’ll only open up myself
To those who want my words
Some people are too different
And their opinions insignificant
I’m gonna let you know some of the thoughts of mine
Yeah, I’m gonna let you know some of the thoughts of mine
Here they are!

Here they are
Take them from me
Here they are
Shake them from me
Here they are
On the tip of my tongue
Here they are
Some of the thoughts of mine

Here they are
Shake them from me
Here they are
Take them from me
Here they are
On the tip of my tongue

 

Listen/Space

I am certain of a thousand things
I know nothing of a million more
The silence will eventually ring
Just listen
Just listen

Instead of throwing your hands in the air
In your most amazing way
I will promise to be like this, too
Just listen
Just listen

And I won’t be afraid
No I won’t be afraid

The quality of being with you is rich
The ability of working things out is rare
The wonders of two new worlds who meet
Everything is in space
Everything is in space
Just listen (listen)

A thousand reasons why you can hide
In places with a brilliant chance
In everything there’s always a slide
Just listen
Just listen

I’ve doubled back to test the door
To borrow each other’s life
You must let go to gather more
Just listen
Just listen

And I won’t be afraid
No I won’t be afraid

The quality of being with you is rich
The ability of working things out is rare
The wonders of two new worlds who meet
Everything is in space
Everything is in space
Just listen (listen)

The quality of being with you is rich
The ability of working things out is rare
The wonders of two new worlds who meet

The quality of being with you is rich
The ability of working things out is rare
The wonders of two new worlds who meet

(Just listen) The quality of being with you is rich
(Just listen) The ability of working things out is rare
(Just listen) The wonders of two new worlds who meet

(Just listen) The quality of being with you is rich
(Just listen) The ability of working things out is rare
(Just listen) The wonders of two new worlds who meet

 

Frightened Just Because Of You

Ash, ash, what were you once
Can greying dust tell lively stories
Shall your future turn to stone
Or will your beauty be alone

Laden with the curse of taste
I cannot help but laugh and laugh
Bigger men with taller stories
Why have heroes when you want their glories?

Someone spoke, I couldn’t move
I’m frightened just because of you
Someone spoke, I couldn’t move
Frightened just because of you

Oh no, I know that face
You make my feet like lumps of lead
The nearer you come the slower I get
You act like the ocean but you only get wet

Peace, peace, don’t open your mouth
You’ll only begin what you already started
The only stand is the one you don’t make
And no-one opposes the things you can’t take

Someone spoke, I couldn’t move
I’m frightened just because of you
Someone spoke, I couldn’t move
Frightened just because of you

 

White Spots On My Jupiter Finger, Jupiter Blue On My White Shirt

[“Fear” recorded backwards]

I shatter I regret
I recover my senses
I take a cigarette
I stumble I’m saved
I collapse into the arms of you

I shiver I’m awake
Our fingertips touch
I can’t wait
I kiss you I do it blindly
If it wasn’t for the look in your eyes
I’d believe that everything you were saying was true

I’m an actor, you’re a fool
Like a road with a bridge
We were waiting for love in the cold
But our fear
It will shear
Our love from our hearts

 

Word

Sing, Lace, Face, Ash
Love, List, Kiss, Lash
Tell, Touch, Trust, Taste
Will, Want, Wish, Waste

Grow, Give, Save, Feel
Wheel, Round, Test, Seal
Keep, Fade, Join, Regret
Rain, Cheek, Tear, Wet

Look, Learn, Laugh, Cry
Press, Push, Shrug, Sigh
Sleep, Save, Bless, Pour
Peel, Guess, Less, More

 

Åh Stockholm

En, två, tre, fyra

Åh Stockholm
Blek och vit
År försvinner
För min syn
Frusna vatten
Isig väg
Klädda för vintern

Åh Stockholm
Blek och blå
Stor är den värme
Jag känner för dig

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