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PARACHUTER I remember when I was a parachuter parachutin’ into your bedroom once or twice a week like a kamikaze livin’ just for the jump and then I turned into a spider hangin’ in the corner of your room climbin’ down, ticklin’ your nose at night sometimes you smiled but turned to the other side well, things just kept on changin’ became a pedestrian in your street walkin’ and wonderin’ what it’s like to be invisible walkin’ your street I wish I was invisible passin’ your house I wish I was invisible turnin’ away … I wish I was … turnin’ away … I wish I was … … kamikaze again |
LOWLAND WIND
Spent a long time away from home among strangers in foreign lands but nowhere, buddy, found a place to stay nice towns and some pretty girls gave me rest in short terms the ‘ramblin man”s my middle name lowland wind’s blowin’ strong again remember my buddies and the honky tonks my first love and grandpa’s horse ridin’ through the fields of our homeland lowland wind’ s blowin’ strong again and then goodbye and farewell she wrote ‘once you’ re ramblin’ you may easily lose the last chance for gettin’ your heart at it’s place it’s so true lowland wind’s blowin’ strong again take me back to where I belong these old bones I’m gonna lay down and rest in the soft lowland ground lowland wind’ blowin’ strong again |
STATION SQUARE
Train’s left the station there’s people on the platform far from home … left on their own with no welcome at all bags are packed with stories that no one really wants to hear pay ’em a drink … you can be that kind but don’t lend ’em an ear – get away – get out of this town – no one really wants you around It’s been raining for days Station Square’s a busy place people bump into one another ‘hey, buddy, don’t bother … do you know a cheap hotel?’ there’s a clown making poses an old man waitin’ with faded roses lady seeks affection … a diplomat missed his connection a drunk talkin’ to himself – get away – get out of this town – no one really wants you around walkin’ round Station Square and I’m bound to leave today I have a story I’ve never told no one before lend me an ear and I’ll walk you to the train – get away – get out of this town – no one really wants you around – this city is all I have – |
ROAD TO IMOTSKIWoke up before dawn, to a jackal’s lonesome call before dawn saddled up my dreamscape horse and rode down the valley below on my dreamscape horse passed a place called Zagvozd, met cousins I’d never seen before round Zagvozd they took me to a border town, told me ‘here you’re homeward bound’ small border town road sign Ljubuški jackal County on the road to Imocki ridin’ for too long, lookin’ for a girl on a dreamscape horse for too long roadsigns and devastated graves, letters engrave my family name on devastated graves roadsign Ljubuski Jackal County on the road to Imocki lonely road to Vinjani lonely road to Zmijavci lonely road to Sovici lonely road to Studenci lonely road to Ljubuški |
VW LIMOUSINE
Hey, thanks for the car, it won’t take to long I only wanna take her home I’ll be back in an hour, but if I don’t I’ll drive up into the hills probably alone, but you never know hey, thanks for the car we’re sitting quietly, somehow started talking nice’n’senseless & then quiet again now, was it despair, was it out of blue we started kissin’, found a reason for undressin’ somebody knockin,z sayin’: that’s my parking lot! OK, then let’s drive up the hills we missed the way, took the wrong freeway way south, OK, then let’s drive south put the music on, don’t say a word and keep your head on my lap your hands under my shirt & we leaned into the curves that borrowed car was a dream – mountain roads keep you free we fell in love with that ’83 bordeaux red Volkswagen limousine passed through tunnels – swiss mountain roads and reached the Italian lake so this is South, this feels home it’s a pity, you said, we don’t really belong but there’s the lake, there’s you & me feeding geese Parmiggiano cheese grappa e cafe & your beautiful pair of legs and then elegantly drove into the woods everything was great except mud & rain but I promised I’d rape you sometime you smiled uncomfy’n’wet, cigarettes tasted bad and we rushed to the car then the carabineri – you & me without IDs ‘what’s your destination?’ I said: ‘Mohaki’ ‘oh, my uncle lives there – drive on, take care’ he let us slip away, but where the hell’s Mohaki? |
