EXILE.

I SPELL OUT THE WORDS FOR YOU
LOUD AND CLEAR
I PUT A SPELL ON YOU
NOTHING TO FEAR

YOU'RE UNDER MY CHARMES
IN MY ARMS

BANNED FORM THE WORLD
QUEEN OF MINE
BANNED FROM YOUR WORLD
QUEEN OF EXILE

RULE THIS CASTLE
WEAR MY CROWN
DON'T BRING ME DOWN DOWN, DOWN

I BRING OUT THE WORD TO YOU
OUT OF FEAR
I WRITE WORDS FOR YOU
READ ME BABY READ

YOU'RE UNDER MY CHARMES
IN MY ARMS

WELCOME IN EXILE
QUEEN OF MINE
WELCOME IN YOUR EXILE
QUEEN OF MIME

RULE THIS CASTLE
WEAR MY CROWN
DON'T BRING ME DOWN DOWN DOWN.

FIGHT. FEET BY FEET
CONQUER. MILE BY MILE

Writing for the Customs.

Yesterday I went to a concert of a Belgian group, a free one might I add, Customs.
I felt young again, free and completely worrieless. I was dancing among youngsters who obviously didn't understand that an older guy (42) is a fan of a young group. For the first time in a long time I just didn't care what people were thinking, I felt great!
The music and the lyrics bring me back to my new wave period and I love it.
Therefor I'm going to write for the Customs and if they like it or not I'm going to let them know about my lyrics. I talked to them yesterday and as persons they are super too so they are not going to mind. Mayby one day.....

Yeeehaaa.

Love symphony

I try to write you a symphony
but I don't know a single note.

I sing it in my head
and there it sounds so good.

Pianisimmo, my sweet little darling
but jolly never the less.

I try to write you a melody
that's never going to leave your head.

I would live there too
composing and singing to you.

Tenderly, certainly
but passionate too.

I'm trying to write it on your heart.
To carve it really.
Not to hurt you
but for you never to forget
that I'm always composing
in your head.

Tears

Try to follow the path of a tear.
Its birth and its death
on a trail of hot and wet.

Why did you come teardrop?
Out of happiness or out of pain?
Were you in love and your heart broke?
Or were you so extatic and laughed so much
you almost choked?

I wish you no pain at all.
Only happiness when your teardrops fall
and mark for a breef moment your presence on the floor.

Loveletter

I'm a far away country
maybe over the mountains
maybe over the sands

I'm rich inside
as are my rivers
and land

I'm open in space and mind
I'm inviting, I'm kind
and in the end
I'm a friend

I'm waiting for you
maybe over the sea
I'm waiting for you
to discover me.