Songs for the confused

Tell me what do we need
A prayer or a pint
A tractor or a bowtie
The devil or a saint

Do we need a clear mind
Or a headache every morning
Our everyday life might wear us out
But it never gets boring

And once im dead and gone
And im at saint peters gate
I won’t be the man who makes amends

Take me on a trip back home to the streets of this earth.
Across the dessert of our brothers. 
(The) Sand in their pockets, that gave them worth and power in their words
They don’t see this the only irony: 
Only in chains they will feel free

And you wont hang your head when you`re face to face with the things you used to fear
All you can do is keep on fighting (Yeah,) to make `em disappear
You`ve only lost when the fire within is out
I guess that’s what slavery`s all about

Hey ya, mr. Supertramp this is a song for you
No one gets remembered for the things they didn’t do
Hey ya, mr. Supertramp your legacy remains
Hit the road again and I will follow

And in the end we may lose our minds on our road to our decay
And all those people who think they linger don’t know that they are on their way
Compared to madness its worth a try
To spread your wings and fly

Hey ya, mr. Supertramp this is a song for you
No one gets remembered for the things they didn’t do
Hey ya, mr. Supertramp your legacy remains
Hit the road again and I will follow

Well I’d like to clink my can with you, sit at the lakeshore for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone: a poet or a swine. 

The wind replaces the disco beat, 
the waves break out of time
But conversations are timeless there’s no topic we won’t find. 

There’s so many tales to tell 
At the bottom of a can
And soon all of our sins seem to fade

So raise and cheer for the best spot to have a beer
Here’s to the heart of the city we call home
So raise and cheer for the best spot to have a beer
Here’s to the heart of the city we call home

The kids may play at the dawn of day
The heart beats for lunch at noon
At arvo there are vagabonds
To pay tribute to this jewel

But the city council’s terrified and they try to do their best 
To protect this town from a heart attack
By ripping it out of its chest

I say lighten up, would you?
Sit at the lakeshore for a while
And let me be your companion at this time

So raise and cheer
For the best spot to have a beer
Here’s to the heart 
of the city we call home

So raise and cheer
For the best spot to have a beer
And let’s be guests
To take all what is left

Kali stood again
In the hot desert sand
Demonic divine
With a different concept of time

Along came a man
Through the lone tarmac land
His backpack was crude
So he walked with a stoop

He said “my life lays in ruins
Wrecked by kings and by fools
I’m tired and alone
I’m longing for home
And I’m willing to trade
I’m sick of this weight 
And I’m asking for aid” 
But she said:

Every beginning is bound to an end 
That’s what she said, what she said
Every beginning is bound to an end
That’s why we keep sane
And in the end with journey comes choice and that way true pain. 

Don’t measure yourself
With the large cost of death
Life is about

Certainties and doubts
Now get up and strap
Your heavy backpack
And choose wisely a road
The one which leads home
And expect me there. 
Ready for my share
I'll be willing to trade
And she said:

Every ending is bound to a start. That rope wont be coiled up to soon
Every ending is bound to a start.
That’s our very soil. 
Because in the end with journey comes choice and that way true joy

You could have been anyone
So be happy for whom you’ve become
You could have been anyone
So be happy for whom you’ve become

I remember, once you told me that the things that feed our fires
Are the details no one cares about while we’re balancing the wire
All those stupid little feelings that no one seems to notice
Like butterflies in our bellies or the weirdest fucking motives
To drink

But now I’m standing at your resting place and I try to sort my feelings
Were you really that very man that still haunts me in my memories
Or just a picture of a person that fits so fucking perfect in the frame that I’ve reserved for myself
Just like a Hollywood flick that keeps me alive

It’s been ten long years and the world just kept on turning
It’s been ten long years ago
It’s been ten long years and the first decade’s the hardest
It’s been ten long years ago

You’re still with me in smiles and faces, 
in memories and places
But on other days it strikes me that you’re definitely gone
It’s so tempting to give in, yeah but fighting makes the difference between lonely and alone
Just like a Hollywood flick that keeps me alive

The time is up to ponder why
Now it’s time for an honest goodbye
Because I have to carry on
To keep you deep in my heart
Just like a Hollywood flick that keeps me alive
Just like a Hollywood flick that keeps me alive

I wait in lucerne in the springtime and I’m waiting here in the fall
I’m wondering if all these waiting pays off and if i like it here at all
As i lit another smoke the sun goes out somewhere down at the bottom of the lake
As i swallow the last sip of my beer i want to leave here for my own sake
The thunderclouds at the mountains
just block the view at the horizon
There are other places, different planets, they say
With best regards from the end of my heart

My home is just like the shire
In the early morning sun
I just wait for a good explanation
To run away

I might like it on an island in Scotland or even up on planet mars
But what that’s just a place we begrudge ourselves
Compared to our own credit cards
This time i might leave here, I’m quite serious
How i stayed here that long is mysterious
Im just writing you one final postcard
With best regards from the end of my heart

My home is just like the shire
In the early morning sun
I just wait for a good explanation
To run away

I slept off my intoxication and i might have over slept at all
Tell me why is the different between dreams and the past so tremendous and yet so small
But this time it seems my roots are winning the war 
I’ve got this feeling my wings aren’t  gone at all

My home is just like the shire
In the early morning sun
I just wait for a good explanation
To run away

I know the universe keeps expanding
And i know this lump we call our world is wide
But there’s no place where i rather be 
Than the place on her side
I check the horizon, as i squash my can
And while I walk away i breath a silent sigh
If this town is where she'll be staying
Then that’s the place where ill die

Oh, its aching, yes its aching, the fact that im still not a man.
Im working hard to pay the bills 
and do all he other things
I do the best I can.
But when I go out there’s still a voice of that childish lad inside of me
I hear it all the time.
So I take my hard earned dough that I’ve bleeded for 
and spend every dime in beer and wine.

And I pondering, yes im pondering how will I act when im a dad?
Will i`ll be strolling in the pubs while the stroller should be rolling
And drink more than I’ve ever had?
Butt I assume I will be caring and take the child with me inside.
I suppose it`ll happen all the time.
To take the hard earned dough my wife has bleeded for 
and spend every dime in milk and wine.

And even though that we can take a crap with a hundred different schemes
Mankind`s just getting dumber, well at least that’s how it seems.
I don’t drink because im thirsty, I just drink because I can.
I got blind when I had a skateboard and i`ll get plastered with a minivan.

Oh, its aching, Yes its aching. Every heartbeat in my head
Im just a barfly that is trapped in the bartender`s  net.
Its just a piece of my daily bread.

And even though that we can take a crap with a hundred different schemes
Mankind`s just getting dumber, well at least that’s how it seems.
I don’t drink because im thirsty, I just drink because I can.
I got blind when I had a skateboard and i`ll get plastered with a minivan.

Oh, its aching, yes its aching, the fact that im still not a man.
Im working hard to pay the bills 
and do all he other things
I do the best I can.
But when I go out there’s still a voice of that childish lad inside (my head)
I hear it all the time.
So I take my hard earned dough that I’ve bleeded for 
and spend every dime in beer and wine.

Someone once told me that to age is contagious
And it’s a fairly dangerous disease
It`ll eat your dreams, the body count’s outrageous
But im gonna push a pram until I know what it means.

I had to suffer fools while I tried to change the world
On weak days I did it all alone
I followed the prophets and listened to their words
But these days I am stuck in service hotlines and im yelling at the phone

Well, now I know that I have always been a little prick
But even if I could I wouldn’t change a bit

When I turned to music, I turned to the brighter side
And so I witnessed how punk rock died
That’s when I realised what still makes me sick
That all the real punks are in the politics

Well, now I know that I have always been a little prick
But even if I could I wouldn’t change a bit
Well, now I know that I have always been a little prick
Whooho, well I eventually just lived

You see I tend to be a cynic
Yeah, but im being not sarcastic 
when I say smiles made of plastic
Gives me chills and a weird spastic grin on my face.
It feels like im shooting out my load 
and pull up my undies where I explode
when I ignore it.
You see, life can be so wonderful 
If you just let it flow

Well, now I know that I have always been a little prick
But even if I could I wouldn’t change a bit
Well, now I know that I have always been a little prick
Whooho, well I eventually just lived

Hey you, over there
Have you heard about it, do you care?
Hey you, sitting at the bar
Come closer, don’t sit that far.

Don’t you have no one, to talk to?
Don’t you have no one, to care?
It’s One O’Clock in the morning
The bar is closing, where do you go, tell me where?

Hey you, why do you cry?
Grown up men don’t cry, don’t you know that?
A lonely man, no place to go
And no one is waiting for him at home.

Hey you, over there
Have you heard about it, do you care?
Hey you, sitting at the bar
Come closer, don’t sit that far.

Is this life or am I trapped in a womb?
With heavy chains, that`re called umbilical cord
And am I doomed to be carried around?
In highest arousal by the slightest sound?

I waited to long for my life to begin
And I confused patience and faint once again.
And I cant wait another day
Till you and I turn our backs and say goodbye

And I just walk away from here
Anywhere, far away
And I just walk away from here
Far away, anywhere away from here

I went to war every day of my time
That I spent listening tot he desire oft he wind chime
So take my hand an do believe 
We`ll touch the sky when we turn our back and say goodbye

And I just walk away from here
Anywhere, far away
And I just walk away from here
Far away, anywhere away from here

And we just walk away from here 
Until we reach the end of this world
Far away from the facts we disappear 
to find a place to be
And we just walk away from here 
until we reach the end of this world
Far away from the facts we disappear to find a place to be

And I just walk away from here
Anywhere, far away
And I just walk away from here
Far away, anywhere away from here

Anywhere is just a different here
But my concrete wings doesn’t help me disappear
For short trips there are buses, for journeys my guitar
But that doesn’t make me poetic and it doesn’t smart

Among all those people and their iron ballet
I just need a lighthouse to light my way
You basically buy a lottery ticket every time you buy some strings
But id probably disposed it if any ever wins

I went through my phonebook every time i am on stage
Our victims heard our songs a hundred times
I’m counting every swinging hip
And I’m counting every smile
I love to play some songs for you if you're giving me your time

And when were back home we dress up as adults
Trying to fit in just like everyone else
We just play cowboy and Indians at weekends on stage
Pretend to make wonders for a minimum wage

We use love as a word for the things we cant feel
Inspiration from books and feelings from TV
I’m not breaking free with the songs that we write
Riding a dead horse but we’re seeing all the sights

It’s not about the message
Nor one-handed applause
I just gaffa-taped these songs around my petty little soul
I wont change the world but I own a guitar
So i just keep singing them from all my heart

Welcome to the last line of this album
Welcome to the end of the same four chords
I’m amazed and grateful that anybody got this far
Now here’s to spilled drinks, lost causes daydreams and guitars