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Book of love in front of me
Tries to bite my chin;
Angel right behind my shoulder
Waits to do me in;
I wish I had a heart
To 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-king
But 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 Age
With 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

Eloise
Standing in the rain outside
Wondering if the sky is really made out of air
There she is, always looking right at me
But is she? I can’t really tell
And I don’t really care

Eloise
Something of the child
Something of the bride
And sometimes
Just not there.
Help me, please,
Discover about your secret life
And 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…»

Eloise
Staring at the sea
Seven white birds
Sing
Lost in her hair;
I’ve heard she is
Lethal for the likes of me
Well, I can’t really tell
And 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 tight
Saint 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 bodies
And 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’m
Heading for The Absolute One.

Best years of our lives