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Book of love in front of meTries to bite my chin;Angel right behind my shoulderWaits to do me in;I wish I had a heartTo walk me like a dog –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.Used to be a passenger,Now they take me as their own;Used to be a fisher-kingBut now my cross is gone.I wish I had some faith,But all I do is talk –And life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.We could be engineers,We could drive a coach;Could be real New AgeWith positive approach.I wish I still could laugh,I wish it was a joke –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.

Eloise

EloiseStanding in the rain outsideWondering if the sky is really made out of airThere she is, always looking right at meBut is she? I can’t really tellAnd I don’t really careEloiseSomething of the childSomething of the brideAnd sometimesJust not there.Help me, please,Discover about your secret lifeAnd the purpose behind the clothes that you wear;I just need some time to settle down,Just need some time to settle down,I need to get my feet on the ground,Before I can dance with you;But now,I can’t even see you now;And she smiles, and she turnes,And she says: «I know,I know…»EloiseStaring at the seaSeven white birdsSingLost in her hair;I’ve heard she isLethal for the likes of meWell, I can’t really tellAnd I don’t really care.I just need some time to settle down,Just need some time to settle down,Just need to get my feet on the ground,Before I can dance with you;But now,I can’t even see you now;And she smiles, and she turnes,And she says: «I know,I know…»

Heading for the absolute one

Women today gained entrance to the City Of Light:Oh Joy Undescribed – security there was never tightSaint Peter by the pearly gate –He looks funny, but he’s doing alright;He’s taking the preventive measures –Must have been too late…The lingeried ladies are walking on by;The angels take cover – they think it isn’t right;And if the party’s gonna go on tonight –I don’t know, who will set it all straight;Who’ll take away the empty bodiesAnd paint the clouds white – white again;So, my love,I think that enough is enough;Tired of this second-hand fun,I’m heading for the absolute one.Descriptions in the holy books leave me feeling rather stiff,For there’s much more that my spirit has to give;We played it perfect for the moon and the sun;This story’s over, the credit is gone –So it’s one for the road – and I’mHeading for The Absolute One.

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