LYRICS "SAY ME A ROSARY"

Could've, Should've ...
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

Could've made love, but we didn't
could've gone by bus, but he missed it
could've had a baby, but didn't
you wait for too long, and it isn't

So many things that one can do
Yet, still we let it slide
why it's like that I just don't know
reasoning beyond the mind

Should've made a present, but didn't
should have gotten the grant, but you blew it
should have shouldered the load, but he wouldn't
2 x too late for the flight, 'cause they couldn't

So much love for us to have
yet still we let it slide
too occupied, gazing at the ground
far too weak, to pass our trials in life

But we could've done it, just didn't
betting on what's and what isn't
could've donated but didn't
babies are born, but who's gonna raise them?

   

Line Dance Punk Rock Lesbian
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

Maria waste no time on guys
there's just one purpose which they'll serve
and that is on the dance floor
where she makes all the rules
She'll swing them and she'll swirl them
but any man will know
after just one look into her eyes
it's dancing and that's all

She's a line dance punk rock lesbian
who wear her mohawk high
studded belt and biker boots
she'd love it if you tried

Those boots would walk all over you
no man would ever stand a chance
she'd ground your head into the floor
then thank you for the dance
Give her Mary, Merle and Waco Bros.
watch that smile from ear to ear
owns tank girrrl back from no. 1
no, she just doesn't wanna hear

Give her Mary, Merle and Waco Bros.
watch that smile from ear to ear
owns tank girrrl back from no. 1
no, she just doesn't wanna hear
Pick up lines with lousy timing
from men who's got no style
don't believe me? go ahead
but you'd be a fool to try

   

Say Me A Rosary
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

Try to show I love you
say it through a song
is it courtesy of habits
that we're feeling blocked
Have I become what we despised?
Or do I make things up,
entering our third year
too accustomed to give up.

Father you forgive me,
please for I have sinned
I've done everything within my might 
to wreck the lives of friends.
Father please release me,
for I know not what to do 
My demons won't let go of me 
īnī I've done all I could

Used her and abused her 
in the most repulsive way
Still she said that she'd forgive me
but I haven't - not to this very day.
Cannot do as others, 
and let me off my hook 
accustomed to feel miserable
it's the least that I can do.

So father you release me, 
I'm stuck here in my cell
Swear to god, I'd confess my sins 
I've dragged them like a ball and chain
Iīd like to lock that ball away -
and start on something new
but I can't unless you let me, 
I just don't know what to do.

Lied and drank and cheated 
stole from my best friends
Ainīt a thing I could've done 
not to deserve this living hell.

Father you forgive me 
please for I have sinned
I've done everything within my might 
to wreck the lives of friends.
Father please release me,
for I know not what to do 
My demons won't let go of me, 
I just don't know what to do,
'cause I've done all I could.

    

23rd Of October 
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

On a greyish Sunday evening
When it's dusky
And the night comes - rolling' in
A pair of stockings - and a T-shirt
Is all that she has left him
If he clutch 'em hard enough he can almost catch her scent

Inside their house it's quiet
& so dark, 
except for just one room
The road that leads there's desolate, 
and the only one who's watching -
One hand strike another is the moon.

He don't know if she'll return
And if she does - is she gonna stay?
On a journey battling demons
Searching for herself along the way

Eyes staring - out the window, 
encountering nothing, start searching for the bottle that she hid.
They phoned him that she won't be back
Notified him that she's gonna stay
In a motel, 'neath an empty glass of pills
He mumbles "Classic!" into her T-shirt, listens to the sound of sizzling' gas

He don't know if she'll return
And if she does is she gonna stay
Some place distant in a nightmare
Searching for herself along the way 

        

Strangle(hold) me
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

You ask me how I feel
Do you really wanna know
I'll show you scars, let my pain flow
Then stand back to watch you drown
You ask me how I feel
Thanks for asking, feel like shit
As if I'd been run over
No I just don't come to grips ...

Dough can't buy you everything
Or so the wise men say
They never had to do without it
Never had to live a poor man's life
You ask me how I feel
Thanks for asking, feel like shit
As if I'd been run over
No I just don't come to grips 

With my life and what I want
With this world and all my loss
Praise me, pat me on my back
Then hit me with your truck
Stranglehold me, Stranglehold me, 
No, there's nothing you can do
Stranglehold me, Stranglehold me,
Waste of time I think you know

There's nothing you can do
No, there's nothing you can do
Hold me, kiss, caress me
Waste of time I think you know ...

   

Where Are We?
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

Where am I & who are you
Don't recall that we have met before
Tossing diagnoses, rave about your symptoms

I can't follow, and yes I'm getting bored
Where are you & who am I
This ain't the life, I wanted for us all

I Guess my faith it wasn't strong enough
blown to pieces by a book
I used to burn for our ideals
But they were crushed by things that others wrote

Where are you & who am I
I remember struggles for improvement
But we lost them, or did I just grow old?

So where are we & where'd you go
Is there a life, so far down the line?
I've no idea, you tell me
But if you want to we can try

     

Trouble Seeker
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

I'm alive, but can you tell?
what do I own, that you could sell?
proceed to waste my time
Though' it's the only thing I have
tripping', always tripping'
turn to stone, if I look back

Weekend's there, but I can't relax
already Monday, in the back of my head
should be kicking back
Pay attention to your smile
but I'm pacing, always pacing
ghost of cancer on my trail

In my head, it's in my head, 
don't leave me all alone
Troublemaker, trouble seeker, 
look what I just found

Storytelling, but what for?
lost my focus, and I lost my world
dropped my pants
For you to see and save me
but the noise it is increasing
I don't think that you can hear me

   

Last Round
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

She'll walk into a room
and have no second thoughts 
when she's interrupting conversation
do not notice people pause

And I knew that, that I lost you
asked myself "Have I failed?"
realised it's what you wanted
me to ask my conscience all the way

Oh yes, she will be playing
her one and only trick
through all the years I've known her
she hasn't changed a bit

She'll argue about anything
just to make a stand
won't even notice minutes later she
completely changed her mind

Last night I took a closer look
at the face I knew so well
I saw the bloodshot eyes
felt the trembling hands

But, there's no comfort left
what you need to do, you got to do yourself
I won't stand by to watch you
how you're digging your own grave

    

Take Me Away
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

'A pair of brown eyes'
is jangling along,
I feel misplaced and used,
and so utterly wrong.

Known for my failures 
not for my wit,
they would give anything -
if this looser would quit.

Take me away - for I'm weak to the core,
hoped you'd never see me like this.
Send me away - and I shall not return,
just forget me and get on with life.

Love me, I'll leave you
lost and behind,
for there's no place in my head
for family ties.

Leave me to rot
leave me to frown,
Life will be better
when death's been around.

       

Susanne's Eyes 
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Andreas Jessberger

In your eyes I see seduction
all our dreams come true
promises made long ago
kept and yes, renewed

No, we might not have been the smartest
but we stood the tests of time

The experience of childhood
turning into teens
like petting for the 1st time
or waking up from a wet dream

No, we might not have been the smartest
but we stood the tests of time
And in your eyes I saw seduction
temptation for the weak
I'd give anything for one more night
but time moved on, like chances missed

What it is, I can't explain
may be this thing called love
wish I could go back again
there'd be no sign of hesitation

I'd grab the opportunity
sod the consequence
might not have been the smartest
but we had a ripping' night

   

Hotel New Hampshire (Part 1)
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

Screen my surroundings, looking' for something,
for what it is it's not quite clear,
I search the streets, in bars and on journeys,
blind to the fact it's here right next to me.

Scared by age and by position,
if I were young I knew just what I'd do!
Travel the world in search of the place,
where Miss Perfect she lives, the version known from the tube.

If you were man, enough to be asking,
instead of sneaking round my backdoor
I might say yes, I'm yours for the taking!
But I know you won't, cause you don't have the guts.

We just passed the village,
I could see it from the car,
the concrete porch where Niller crashed
one night we dropped him off.

We'd put him on the highway,
not a single truck in sight,
with half a bottle of "gammel dansk"
to keep his spirits high.

We'd put him on the highway,
not a single truck in sight,
with half a bottle of "gammel dansk"
to keep his spirits high.

From Odense to London,
you know it's quite a stretch
especially when hitching after, 
touring' 30 days.

    

Reclaim
Words by Kent Nielsen / Music by Stefan Kletezka

It's time to take back what is ours
reclaim what we've lost
from the iron masters
and the crooks within our ranks

For years I lived a false life
chased the golden calf
but I was wrong and now I see
it's time to face the facts

Sort it, organise and execute
this time I want the truth
I won't be satisfied with less
stopped wasting time for good

I won't bow for pressure
feel the power in my veins
and I won't be saying uncle
hell-bent to change my life

For years I lived a false life
chased the golden calf
but I was wrong and now I see
it's time to face the facts

Sort it, organise and execute
this time I want the truth
I won't be satisfied with less
stopped wasting time for good

Sort it, organise and execute
gut feeling's what I need
listening to the inner voice
and the powers it set free

   

LYRICS "POWER OF PRINCIPLES"

Always (Nielsen/Kletezka)

Old sicko comes to town again 
Howling Otis, Otis how you've been
Don't forget it's either you or them
But I'll remind you my old friend - my old friend

There's whores and bums who line the streets
Scores of "Wanna be dead meats"
Tortured cries from underground
full throttle inquisision stereo sound

Oh, when Old Sicko comes to town, comes to town, 
fed up with the underground, underground, 
Demented minds are shifting gear
Making up for wasted years
Leave behind a flood of tears
And out those lines are cleared

Killing is the business
And dude the business's good
Selling cheap flesh from the East
Improve our neighborhoods

Baby let us do the things
I've worked out in my mind
My word you won't regret it
But you'll leave your bones behind

          

Storyteller (Nielsen/Kletezka)

Once there was a storyteller,
who went to see a shrink,
escorted by a private army,
of demons, ghosts and sick 
thoughts in such abundance
he couldn't hear or see a thing,
mumbling; "Guess I got a problem,
can tell by how it stings".

The eyes behind the glasses stuck 
onto the shrink, and the mouth hiding 
behind the beard, showed no sign nor reflection
whatsoever, didn't say a word.
Just seemed to peer right through him,
investigative x-ray look; "Can you ram this knife in your intestines - 
just do it by the book"

So the storyteller sat there,
bleeding from the waist,
ghosts and demons danced and bumped
like puppets on a string.
Said; "All I wanted was a mirror,
to help me find myself,
instead the pains got stronger,
and the white light leads the way" 

  

Why Do They ... (Nielsen/Jessberger)

On the subject of feelin' left alone
there ain't a cliché he couldn't call his own
staying in bed, to weak to get dressed
wrapped in a blanket, he shuffle and say ...
Why do you do this to me?
why do you argue, insult me and scream
why do you want me to fit in your world
look like you do
and behave as I'm told!
why do you do this to me?

Stuck in her job, must keep in control,
no colleague's to know she's about to blow up,
tan on the outside, beautiful smile
but inside she's screamin' for a chance to go wild!

Playing your part, to mouth off is good,
the people around you just want to feel good
they don't want to hear of the panic-attacks
nor of sweat soaken nightmares, keep those to yourself

There's an image of myself
burned into my eyes
that I'll end up somewhere
where you can't hear me cry
so why do they do this to me?
why do they argue, insult me and scream ...

    

Power Of Principles (Nielsen/Kletezka)

Last night the full moon shone for you
on the road to Sicily
For the bravest little woman
and the struggles she go through
Thank God he who thinks Belinda's gorgeous
doesn't call us anymore

Leaves are whirled across the highway
as we're heading South
While I'm praying to my principles
that we'll make it to the show
'Cause he who thinks Belinda's gorgeous
is not among us anymore

Thought I didn't know Tour-Tantrum"
Thought I'd never feel
what it's like to loose the power
running out of faith
When he who thinks Belinda's gorgeous
isn't driving anymore

  

Get Up Again (Nielsen/Kletezka)

When sadness it comes rollin' in
hey wait, did I use that line before
feel became so normal
can't be bothered, 'cause what for

Move about in circles
uttering the same old threats
don't know how, I just know why
not for better, but for worse

Things have got to change
want my freedom back at least
never did I feel so worn out
don't want to take this shit

When anger it comes rollin' in
I bow my head and sigh
grit my teeth, get up again
and give it one more try

   

Hotel New Hampshire (Nielsen/Kletezka)

I love you now, forever
But time did not stand still
You left because I orced you to
I drowned in alcohol
And like you say it's long ago
Almost half our lives
Yet that hotel room is there for us
Now and for all time

Safe and settled, old and worn
That I enter when I want
Walls protective like a fortress
When all the power's used
Where imagination's cherrished
Where love turns into lust
Where past turns into presence
A room that is my crutch

A loveshack for the intellect
And where one's fantasy
Knows no evil feels no bad
It's where I feel at ease
Built for the sake of solitude
Made for you and me
It has become our neutral ground
Revelling in fantasy

A place to hide my feelings
Put away those sacred intimate
Thoughts I'm keeping to myself
Meant for me and no one else

     

Faith (Nielsen/Kletezka)

Like cliffs opposing stormy seas,
like men who cannot drown,
like ships surviving any riff,
like words carved into a stone.
Like two lovers from a previous life,
opposing laws of time,
determined to meet up again,
leaving centuries behind.

My name is faith, I am your friend,
spending comfort in hard times,
your guiding light and guarding angel,
when you feel left behind.

Anything is possible,
when your wish comes from within -
the deepest chamber of your soul
pure, and free from sin.
Anything is possible,
when your wants are strong enough,
to climb the rocks laid in your way,
claiming back what you have lost.

My name is faith, I am your friend,
spending comfort in hard times,
your guiding light and guarding angel,
when you feel left behind.

A song of hope that cheers you up,
a letter from a friend,
an ability you thought were lost,
I bring you back again.

   

Candy (Nielsen/Kletezka)

He's the kind of father
who won't turn down my pleas
for icecream and for candy
yes he'll buy me everything

Once or twice in every year
he visits our hometown
kissing mommy on each cheek
a prince without a crown

Dad, child, icecream
Mom, child, candy

He only play the games
he know he's bound to win
beat mom for good - that's year ago
he let me off just now and then

He's the kind of father
my friends they love to like
and their parents love to talk
of him as "he who run's away"

Dad, child, icecream
Mom, child, candy

   

Doc Jekyll & Mr. Die (Nielsen/Jessberger)

The dead they are among us
The dead are keeping track
Both those we used to loathe
And those for whom we're praying
That someday they'll be back 
Yeah, someday they'll be back

If you're trying really hard
If you're being really good
At whatever you're doing
Might chase them off for just 1 day
But they'll be lurking in the woods
Yeah, they're right beneath you couch

I can see the pale skin
Can see the lips turned blue
A little sick, a little gross
Yet still that empty body
Taught me a thing or two,
Mmmm, taught me a thing or two

The dead they are around me
Breathing down my neck
Some I love and some I hate
.But we settled down for good"
Is what they say, yeah .You don't have
to worry for we have come to stay"

   

People (Nielsen/Kletezka)

He stretch himself and confident
while trying to be nice
tells me how his business works
and why I waste my time
My ideas they arenīt marketable
and neither are my songs
the industry want different stuff
and the trend scouts all moved on

Some brat from WINO television
responsible for us
and for putting clips in pidgeonholes
deciding what is art
Said he couldnīt use it
he wasnīt saying no
encouraged me "to keep on callinī -
who knows which way the windīll blow"

Me Iīm just a craftsman
did not reinvent your RockīnīRoll
And my perception of success
does not include the Rolling Stone
Not in it for money, not in it for fame
Just do what I do, donīt even know why
Family keep's asking, how much does it pay,
enough to ge by on - I tell them and lie

   

The Cities Where We Live (Nielsen/Scharfenberg)

Ijona is the name tattoed on the arm
of the man down in the street
in the city where I live
Out of work and without home
tell's the same lines on and on
in between another sip of brew

Sir can you spare me a dollar
I am cold and I got nothing to eat
I would like to but I can't, cause I just paid my rent
and heating is expensive at minus ten degrees

I jona is the name he's humming all day long
cept for rock around the clock
tellin' that he wrote that song
used to rock the house
now he's rollin round the park
in the city, yeah the city where you live

Sir can you spare me a dollar
I am cold and I got nothing to eat
I would like to but I can't, cause I just paid my rent
and heating is expensive at minus ten degrees

Ijona is the cause the reason why we're here
the one who broke our hearts
yet we're clinging on to her
Fallen through the nets
our society had placed
in the city, yeah the city where we live

Sir can you spare me a dollar
I am cold and I got nothing to eat
I would like to but I can't, cause I just paid my rent
and heating is expensive at minus ten degrees

   

The Sex We Don't Have (Nielsen/Kletezka)

If you could only read my thoughts
You'd slap me in the face
And me I wouldn't even mind
'Cause then at least you'd look my way
If you could hear my heart pound
and it's a miracle you don't
You'd know just how I feel for you
And ask me to get lost

If I could only reach out
Just once, to touch your skin
They'd throw me through a closed door
'Cause I'm a married man
You're with me when I go to bed
You're there when I wake up
Our taste's the same in music
And the next line I just lost ...

'Cause you're everywhere right now
Perfect body, perfect face
I'd spend the whole day watching you
If I could only find a place to hide
But there's no bushes, there's no trees
Just your colleagues pointing at me

What am I supposed to do? Ask you for a date!?
But there's no way, I'm speachless, and yes a married man
Tell me what am I to do? Ask you for a dance!?
Nah, I'll stay here in the corner, and stare at my lost chance.

   

Requiem For Tom Traubert (Nielsen/Kletezka)

A life lived for others 
and a bad conciense
If you want to hear the story
this is where it begins
Some people get their kicks -
from livin' other peoples lives.
Not because it's funny,
but it makes them tick and thrive.
They want to be good girls,
or they want to be real boys.
They drag the sorrows of the whole wide world,
to them perverted joys.

A life lived for others 
and a bad conciense
If you want to hear the story
this is where it begins
Never let down others,
the only valid rule.
Throw their best years to a bunch of assholes,
while they're singing ol' "Tom Traubert's Blues".


A life lived for others 
and a bad conciense
If you want to hear the story
this is where it begins
My life lived for others 
and a bad conciense
If you want to hear my story
this is where it begins

   

Indifferent (Nielsen/Kleteka)

Walking with tears in my eyes,
and a song on my lips called "auld lang syne"
there's a bar on the corner
where I used to go
hoped I'd get lucky
But I failed as you know.

There's a line there of faces
white like cocaine
the wrinkles increase
but their looks never change,
glued to the same stool night after night
remaining indifferent while the years pass away

Take the selfconfessed casanova,
10 years ago he still had the looks,
these days bare feet are part of an image,
hiding the fact that he can't afford socks,
hasn't scored for a while 'cause everyone knows
he's positive and has a loose tongue

Or the guy who's crying into his beer,
with a goodlooking woman padding his head,
with the looks of a goddess she listens and say
things like "Forgive her and give it a try",
these are my friends,
and this is my life.