All songs written by Pascale Michiels & Kathleen Vandenhoudt
except for Only Fishermen Know lyrics by Geert Tavernier,
translation by Peter Flynn
Skeleton Man
Do you hear the parade coming
See the skeleton man wavin' your flag
Do you hear him rattling his bones
Do you hear the parade coming
See the skeleton man waving your flag
You’d better run and hide
Do you hear the parade coming
Come what may
Take me to the place where you cast a stone
Take me come what may
Show me the place where the black waters flow
Don't dare to downplay
Be my Conjurman,
haunt me with your wicked word
break my innocence
Roll me in your vail
whisper "this is all absurd"
Come what may
Tell me loud and clear when the night is silent
Tell me I can stay
Show me your world where the truth is trampled
Don't dare to downplay
Ridin' the Rods
Oh She's riding the Rods
She’s free She's fast
She was the first but not the last
Independent a mind of her own
Banned for ever from her home
Lilith they call you a demon
Lilith you're only
you're only riding the Rods
Well She holds the Key of Life in her hands
With beautiful wings naked She stands
She's got the claws of an Eagelbird
And a crown of thorns but they don't hurt
Now she’s hidden way down in the dark
Coiled like a snake waiting for a spark
She was the first Eve was the last
Will she ever forsake the past
She's so alive
She's so witty
She inspires
She's so pretty
She's the ocean
She's the potion
Chain Gang
The sun burns harsh on their coarse skin
The work is rough but the men are tough
tough and slim
Penitentiary blues, they’re doing hard time
Following the rhythm of the chains
clinging in line
Blistered hand
Deserted land
Strained face
Prayin’ grace
Sing a song
Let’s move on
The chains are clinging
And the men are singing
They fix the road to the west coast
Only Fishermen know
Sailing is counting waves
knowing the currents
pushing back the absence
the want rising in the swell
Sailing is praying at sea
casting yourself on the waters
sawing up troubled patience
watching sky and sea
tangled up in endless bickering
And sailing is asking for silence
scissoring each wave in two
raging through fish shoal and mercy
cleaving heaven and hell
All in search of cod
a fisherman casts out his sparling
pushing them in
'till the nets are heavy and swelling
steady on their heels man or net missing nothing
Only fishermen know how to sail
Sweet Loving
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Loving
Light as a butterfly you take her to the sky
with nothing but loving
Baby baby baby it's in your tenderness
All you have is pure love nothing less
Baby baby baby
I must have done something right
To have and to hold such an angel by my side
Baby baby baby it's in your eyes
All your graceful colours shining bright
Baby baby baby you make me so complete
I pledge myself to you
yours is what I want to be
Faster
I'm off the beaten track
got a monkey on my back
I need a harbor
I'm thirsty as hell
lookin' for a well
I need some water
I'm rambling I'm trembling
waggling on my own two feet
The wheel is spinning faster
I'm traveling alone
I need a proper home
I need a token
I'm back to where I was no one to trust
I feel broken
I'm rambling I'm trembling
waggling on my own two feet
The wheel is spinning faster
I'm rambling I'm trembling
waggling on my own two feet
I'm shaking I'm breaking
your loving arms are all I need
The wheel is spinning faster
So Long
I've been sitting in the dark feeling bad 'cause something's wrong
Feel the need to break out but I'm bound and tied to this fear
Yeah I pull myself night in day out no urge to try no guts to dare
it's like a spiral dive into an empty space
caused by a broken wing
Oh lord why have you made the night so long
I've been drowning myself sinking deep no will to survive
The thoughts of my mind got stuck inbetween the lines
yeah I want to go out I want to break through
can somebody heal my feelings for you
cause I'm flying on one wing haven't got the heart to try
Steam in the Shack
Sharp dressed boys and scooter toys
It’s Friday night let the good times roll
Big boned ladies in a tiny dress
It’s Friday night they're shaking their ass
Steam in the shack shaking their ass
Heat in the shack shaking their ass
The shack is filled with a magic thrill
It’s Friday night You can't stand still
A shake a turn a move a flash
It’s Friday night they're shaking their ass
Spy Fly
What's that fly buzzing overthere
Fly Fly overthere
What's that fly buzzing in the air
Fly Fly in the air
Why's that fly buzzing everywhere
Fly Fly everywhere
I hear a buzzing fly somewhere
Spy Fly but where...
Crazy World
I saw a big fat boy eating burgers 'till he was sick
Skinny little women trying to get fit
I saw priests so greedy while selling the light
A little girl trying to paint her black skin white
It's a crazy crazy crazy, crazy crazy crazy world
crazy crazy crazy, crazy crazy crazy world
I saw rich folks throwing parties to get richer
I met a singer-songwriter with 229 stitches
A lonely hobo begging for a smile
For nothing but pride a father and his son fighting in the aisle
I saw an old couple kissing on the porch
A guy without legs running with a flickering torch
I saw children chasing fast cars on the screen
I saw myself in the mirror whatever that means
Cowgirls & Indians
There's a treehouse in the garden
there lives a Rebel from time to time
She refuses to wear her dresses
but that pair of jeans will do just fine
Sometimes a cowgirl, sometimes an indian
but always with a ponytail
Her little bicycle is Jolly Jumper
they ride through the endless cornfields
through trials and tribulations
Sometimes a cowgirl, sometimes an indian,
but always with a ponytail
Her bow & arrow is the armour
her cardboard telescope her eagle eyes
Two pigeon feathers and whooping noises
to fight with the boys next door
Saving porcupines and little rabits
digging shelters for the mice
She makes clay from sand & water
to strike & stripe her cheeky face
ready for the battle
Wasted Words
So much talking ‘round
so little to say
I know you’re wasting words
what a waste of time
So much talking ‘round
why not giving in
nobody gives a damn
nobody’s listening
So much talking ‘round
but little to say yeah
I know that you’re wasting words
what a waste of time
wasting our time
you are wasting our time
we all know the fall is deep
but you think you shine
time is everything
but you just want to waste it
don’t fill us full of shit
We don’t wanna taste it
So much talking ‘round
so little to say
So much talking ‘round
so little to say
wasting our time blabla
wasting our time
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