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Dream On
She dreams of being a superstar
Of playing big stages, near and far,
Of being rich and famous; the greatest of all there are.
You dream of being a better you,
Of not regretting what you used to do,
Of being brave enough to finally breaking through.
Dream on, that’s what keeps us human.
He dreams of being pretty and free.
He wants to travel every country.
He finally is the legend, he was born to be.
I dream of all the things that I could do,
Of all the dreams I did not pursue,
Of being better, fitter, smarter,
Braver, nicer, sometimes harder,
Pushing myself even farther;
Just like we all do.
I Need You
What if you will forget us
And our quality of life?
Empty head, empty wallet.
Working days, working nights.
Coming home after midnight.
Have a drink or maybe two.
Dark outside but there’s the moonlight
And there’s nothing else to do.
But I need you.
Wake-up call, six in the morning.
Painful sound to my ears.
Empty fridge, empty stomach.
Same old story for years.
Honeymoon
Honeymoon,
Can’t get enough of you.
Your sweet perfume
Is telling me what to do.
Told you why
You’re asking me not to lie.
But I’m all right
Singing you lullabies.
I’m holding back what I’m supposed to be.
Honeymoon, made by society.
Honeymoon,
Can’t get enough of you.
Your sweet perfume
Is telling me what to do.
Old Man
Old man, look at my life: I’m a lot like you were.
Old man, gotta keep his mind together.
He packed his suitcase full of nothing.
Old guitar, old guitar, nice weather:
It’s all he needs at the end of his days.
He lived his life in freedom without regrets.
He saw the Stones and the Beatles and took care of his kids.
Old man, good life.
He was a young man in the Sixties
With long brown hair and a bag of smoke.
He joined a caravan full of hippies:
Love and peace and Rock and Roll.
One More Chance
We tried too hard,
Too hard to handle.
All the good times and the bad times that we had
And a burned-out candle.
One more chance that times are changing
And we’ve got to be strong.
One more day I’m not complaining.
I’m just trying to get along.
Whatever you do, I wish you the best
‘Cause you are worth it and you deserve it.
We gave new life and it was meant to be
And I will always love them endlessly.
Music Police
Only one step left, then all eyes will stare.
The crowd stands ready. There’s magic in the air.
But some remain still with their arms crossed tight.
The music is pulsing, the people start to dance
But they flash their badges to disturb the romance.
They keep watching you the whole night.
Then the scales fall from your eyes:
You see through their disguise.
The music police: They want to see you fail.
The music police: And put you into jail.
They guard every movement of your fingertips
And monitor every note that leaves your lips
Filing a report when you’re out of key.
As the music flows they cancel patrol
And surrender to your rock and roll.
A crack breaks the chains and sets them free.
Watch their badges fall to the floor;
They can’t resist anymore.
The music police: They want to see you fail.
The music police: And put you into jail.
The music police: They didn’t stand the chance.
The music police: And started to dance.
The music police: They will try again.
The music police: But you’ll win in the end.
Selling Love
I woke up this morning, last night has been rough.
This one last drink must have been more than enough.
Was lying here, hungover and in the buff.
I needed some love.
I got up and stumbled with my aching head.
All I wanted to do was going back to bed.
In the mail I found a flyer that read:
I’m selling love.
I went to the address where the offer might be.
I knocked on the door and I could hardly see.
A girl opened up, seeing the flyer and me:
I’m selling love.
She asked me in and pushed me on the bed.
It was the best sex that I ever had.
When I left she gave me twenty bucks instead.
I was stunned and asked: “For what is that?”
She said she thought I was a prostitute.
And, by the way, I ain’t been very good.
She felt sorry but was very cute.
She thought about love, that I was selling love.
I never found the house of the whore
But I moved in with the girl next door.
Now I don’t need this stupid flyer no more.
No more selling love.