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99 Rhinos

I´m alone, I feel watched,
Who can tell me what´s going on ?
Scrabble of hooves behind my back.
Where have all the people gone ?

I feel their breath down my neck.
I can turn or I can run.
You can´t face a faceless mass
Caught in it´s own momentum.

The earth begins to shake.
Before I realize, it´s to late.

I wonder where my friends have gone ?
“They have the flu” I was told.
This must be epidemic !
These rhinos are in control !

Big, clumsy, they ain´t cute.
They are grey and for sure ain´t smart.
They´re not known for subtlety,
Better to have a head start.

The earth begins to shake.
Before I realize, it´s to late.

99 Rhinos come my way.
For sure they aren´t here to play.
They haven´t come to negociate.
I´m the pain in the butt they can´t tolerate.
I´m not dangerous.
They need somebody to hate.

I´m alone, I feel watched,
Who can tell me what´s going on ?
Scrabble of hooves behind my back.
Where have all the people gone ?

I feel their breath down my neck.
I can turn or I can run.
You can´t face a faceless mass
Caught in it´s own momentum.

I start to feel the punches,
But I´m no punching bag.
I start to feel the punches.
So am I the rhino or am I the lamb ?

by R. Barrach

Blame It On Me

A bright night, too bright to sleep.
Sitting on the bed ,looking beside me.
Deeply, she sleeps. Innocent, counting sheeps.
First unknown passenger ,now insect in your sheets.

I can´t believe it, love died tonight.
Borrowing in the heart, it must be here alright.
I thought I put it here, to hold it warm and tight.
Never far away, never outta sight.

Without knowing what to think or feel.
I walk into the night, wandering under wailing trees.

“Here you kissed, here you caressed,
Here you talked and talked ´til dawn.”
Now a heart empty an deaf:
“Blame it on me my friend.”

Would it be that bad, life without her ?
Without the insect leaving spittle on the pillow.
“Nothing will change ! You have to stay true.”
Some heart´s fed up, satisfied, yet hearts cannot puke.

“You meet someone in lustful drunkenness.
You barely touch, like flying objects in the sky.”

“Here you kissed, here you caressed…”

By R. Barrach

Can´t Stop Communication

I am an open book for her.
Forgot all the words I had prepared.
I swear, her smile blows my mind.
It always feels like the first time, the first time.
Wrong buttons for send/receive.
I stumble over my feet.

There´s no explanation.
Can´t stop communication.
My top secret information.
Can’t stop communication.

On and on lips mouth words,
Yet still they make no sense.
She lost me right from the start,
No more use to pretend.
In the end, we all have an address in Babel.
Ĉu vi comprenas mi ?

I´m stuck in this situation.
Can´t stop communication.
I still hope for salvation.
Can´t stop communication.

I send my message in a bottle.
It may not ever reach a shore.
I can shout my words into space.
Maybe a million ears will hear.

We seem all lost in translation.
Can´t stop communication.
Hard times for conversation,
Too much mental masturbation.

By R. Barrach

Child Of The Sun

You walk like a priestess.
You give warmth and light.
You offer water to appease every man’s thirst.
You soothe pain as you hurt.

Child of the sun,
She embraces the world.
In her eyes lays a promise
To those who fell for her.

Among the ones who came
To drink from the fountain,
I wish I was the one,
For you child of the sun.

The world must be good to you,
So many knights to court you.
I can´t resist your siren song.
What seems to be for me is meant for all.

Child of the sun…

I wish I was the one.

Child of the sun…

R. Barrach

Cut Loose

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t run,
Did not recognize your voice.
Words like daggers have left me numb,
From switchblade lips and razor tongue.

Words unspoken, of blasphemy,
Cause an ache eventually.
We spit them out or choke on the lies.
Sense where we go when we cross the line.

I see you laying on the floor,
Where I have been laying before.
You did what you had to do,
Now I see what it has done to you.

You knew what buttons to push, the words to choose,
Where to put the knife to cut you loose.
You knew what buttons to push, the words to choose,
Where to put the knife to cut you loose.

Back to the wall, dead end street,
A road you took unconciously.
You played with fire, lit fuse eventually.
The bang wakes me from our dream.

Thousand stars into a black hole,
Thousand shards from a whole.
Thick is my skin, yet cut apart.
Wounds we don´t see often never scar.

I see you laying on the floor,
Where I have been laying before.
You did what you had to do,
Now I see what it has done to you.

You knew what buttons to push…

After you had bit through our ties
I kiss the blood right off your lips.
Now we both have tears in our eyes.
I guess there are no easy goodbyes.

The buttons to push, the words to choose…

by Roger Barrach

Follow Me

No confessions,
Just for the treats.
Words, they spoil our fantasies,
So we don´t speak.

I intrigue you,
I make you feel torn.
How can it go on from here ?
The thought we both hear.

Follow me wherever I take you,
All you need is faith.
Words can´t explain my world to you,
Come and give me your hand.
Take heart, show me your courage ,
Soon you will understand !
Follow me, whatever we ´ve dreamed of
Will be at our hands .

I have my baggage
To carry.
I can´t dance lightheartedly,
that´s the truth.

We could share our pain,
So let´s carve the wood.
We don´t need fast love, modern girl,
In a fast world.

Follow me…

By R. Barrach

Gun Boy

For a summer we were best friends,
Although he was a great mystery.
Without prenotion or many words
Kids recognize a fellow companion.

His parents gone, he was alone,
Kept the world outside, fought on his own.
Hiding in the ditch behind the house,
Gun boy, gun boy, always on the run

To defend yourself his father said,
At times a man must hold a gun in his hand.
This was his only lesson
For a boy already missed in action.

So one day he´ll become a soldier,
´Cause no one comes to close to a man with a gun.
Fighting in a ditch behind some house,
Gun boy, gun boy

The otherness, my antipole,
I can´t walk in your shoes.
Surrogate on the darker side,
You let me see the world through your eyes.

A body laying next to the pool,
In a puddle of blood, life´s residue.
To beat out the numbness it needs pain
They can never leave him alone again.

He climbed the roof, balanced high.
No risk, no fun ! To feel alive ?
Did he close his eyes and wait for the fall ?
His life´s a gunshot, painful for all.
Gun Boy, Gun Boy

The otherness …

(Spoken)
All memories are riddles
And life is stuck for an answer.
We connect the coloured spots,
In search for a pattern, to know what we´re at.

By R. Barrach

Home

Wheels are turning , horizon burning, ready to jump off the face of earth .
A little more everyday I´m learning, how much home, sweet home is worth.
“Welcome to Haven City”. Another place where I´ll drive through.
A field of sunflowers, turning their heads, whispering…

“Home is where the sun goes down.
Where peace of heart and soul is found.
Where the fireball hits the ground.
Home is where the sun goes down” .

Even if all roads lead to Rome, you´ll find your own way to promised land.
I remember the preacher, I recall his words now:
“The only way is the way to god !”
Maybe Armstrong up there all alone, didn´t want to come back home ?
All for himself, looking around, he found out…

Home is where the sun goes down…

Always shift to higher gear, soon you´ll fall into the night.
If you chose to race time, you become a golden knight.
I met this guy at a truckers place, Helios his name, presumably.
His four horse wagon waiting for service, he told me…

“Home is where the sun goes down.
Where my four horses touch the ground.
Where the like-minded hang around.
Home is where the sun goes down.”

By R. Barrach

If You Give In

I don´t have the right
To mess with your plan.
You have all things mapped out,
What drives you, I understand,
To never again be played for a fool.
We both know what we run from,
But we don´t really know what we run to.

If you give in, all senses wide,
To the moment, you´re truly alive.
We have to seize this instant volatile.
I won´t let it go/slip by.

We keep roaming the streets,
Always on our toes, quick on our feet.
We´ve lost our naivety,
But we don´t want it back!
Happiness is a stray cat,
And they don´t walk a straight track.
While we look for the distant,
Luck dances ´round our feet.

If you give in…

If you give in, all senses wide,
To the moment, you´re truly alive.
This one night with you has opened my eyes

I´ve been taught, learned my lesson,
In a heartbeat can lay happiness.
This one night with you has opened my eyes.
On our little hit and run, we´re partners in crime.
It has shined a light, the great plan has failed.
It kills the moment bearing love.

By R. Barrach

In My Chaos

I´m the little guinea pig,
In my own laboratory, caught in the wheel.
Try to control what can´t be controlled.
Maybe I´ll crash and burn,
Or I will land on my feet.

Chasing a zig-zag, twisted line.
Have to let go, my hands are tied.
To the eye of the storm it´s a wild ride.
I wonder what I´ll find.
This is my chaos, my sanctuary,
Pandora’s Box, surprise party.

To new places I go.
How do I get there ? I don´t know.
No wishing well, no magical key to creativity.
It´s all just chaos theory.

Chasing a zig-zag, twisted line…

Try to control what can´t be controlled.
Maybe I´ll crash and burn,
Or I will land on my feet.

Chasing a zig-zag, twisted line…

There is no trail, there is no guide.
Have to let go, my hands are tied.
To the eye of the storm it´s a wild ride.
I wonder what I´ll find.
This is my chaos.
This is my sanctuary.

By R. Barrach

Loveproof

Tremor; heart skipped a beat.
Lost your groove, entangled your feet.
Now your grip is firm, heart might get lost.
Are you afraid to fall in love?

Loveproof – I can´t touch you.
An armor around your
Heart and I can´t reach through.
You´ve made it loveproof.

Tremor. Heart beats out of time,
Lost groove,bump and grind.
Let go. Just let down your guard.
Love will touch heart,
Hit you like a bullet.

Loveproof…

I might be second best
But I won´t be scared off.
I´m right here, right now.

Loveproof…

Mantra. You just fool yourself,
Demanding too much.
No one can live up to such expectations.

Loveproof…

By R. Barrach

Lullaby

Sleepwalk through a daydream.
Blind to signs of what must not be.
Doubts gave way to make-believe,
Ten feet deep, I had them buried.
Hidden well from sunlight,
To dig them up at night-time.

Lights out, eyes wide open.
My strings pulled, resistance´s broken.
Her side is long cold and she over yonder,
But when my eyes close, she slips under.
Both angel above my head
And monster under my bed,
Reach out for me.

Thread by thread it comes together.
The weaver, he shows me better.
It was all there, layed out for me.
All this time waiting for me.

The truth about my baby,
Remained far out of reach for me,
Well kept under lock and key
By her kiss, tender but shady,
Her kiss goodnight.

By R. Barrach

Man On Wire

He stands on top, touching the sky.
He takes the step over the edge.
The wind is blowing, New York in awe,
But I know he will not fall.

He spanned that wire so many years ago,
His whole life he prepared for this coup.
As he grows, the towers get higher,
How far will he still go ?

He feels the bliss,
Just like the first kiss.

Hearts go out to the man on wire.
Dancer in the sky all by himself.
Life’s pure, when we play with the fire.
In my dreams, I walked in his shoes many times before.

Back in school he already had
The fire, the madness in his eyes.
Some call in madness, others say passion.
He is willing to sacrifice.

Seize the day boy ! Make life worthwhile.
That´s what I hear him say to me.
Life is a game, you win and you lose.
Set your stakes, it`s up to you.

Idleness eats time,
Grows fat, feels fine.

Hearts go out…

By R. Barrach

Orchid, My Mystery

Where you are, you hear my call,
You overcome all time and space.
You fill the emptiness,
You shelter me when I feel out of place,
My creature, my savior.

Beautiful orchid, my mystery,
You blossom only for me.
For no one else ever to see,
Beautiful orchid in secrecy

You know my thoughts,
To you I´m an open book.
When I´m down and out,
It´s time for our secret rendezvous,
Our secret rendezvous .

Beautiful orchid, my mystery…

You pull me out,
You help me unknot myself,
You resolve all doubts.
When I´m running in circles,
In rooms inside my head,
You walk through every door
And show me who I am.
I want to understand,
Learn more and more.

Beautiful orchid, my mystery…

By Roger Barrach

Romantic Misery

The shadows you have locked away
Feed upon themselves.
The demons you called suck your blood
And now are here to stay.

You live for the moment,
What happened to your dreams ?
They will have to wait ´til later,
now they´re blasphemes.

You hate the light, afraid that somebody might
See the wounds and the scars of battles and wars
You fought last night.
Your eyes are telling me:
“I live in misery, so romantic, I fell in love with me.”

You put your favourite records on
And hang on to their lips.
These are your true heroes,
Who live and love and die in songs.

Three minutes of wisdom,
Their dreams have become yours.
They said what they had to say,
But there´s no time for more.

Great men, they don´t die,
They simply fade away*.
They live for the tragic moment,
That´s all that is left, their legacy.

*) Gregory Peck (“Moby Dick”?)

By R. Barrach

Scratch The Itch

“Hey crazy person, stop dancin´ like that !
Pull yourself together, clean up your act.
Why is he always gay and happy ?
How can he walk and talk like that ?”

He can´t sit still from nine to five.
Must speak his mind, all the time.
He feels the urge, he gives in,
He follows, follows the twitch, he simply scratches the itch.

“Hey dude, can´t you control yourself?
Aren´t you afraid to lose your face ?
Can´t you just simply cut it out ?
Somebody put you back into your place.”

Free from shackles of shame,
Life is one big game.
For him there is no other way.
Even without a stitch,
He simply scratches the itch.

He´s like a spring, that don´t run dry,
Where we quench our thirst for life
And wash away our inhibitions.

Hunters , gatherers,
We remain savages.
Who is crazy, who is sane ?

It´s understood, that we keep the cool,
Shirt white, collar tight.
But a live wire with a glitch,
Cannot be shut down by flipping a toggle-switch.

By R. Barrach

Smart In A Stupid Way

The cities bare their teeth, ready to bite the sky.
We wanna reach the stars, let´s let the stars reach out ´n touch us.
Mmmh, and as we move on forwards,
We all turn into nerds.

All that is left are zero and ones.
Blood, sweat and tears for bombs and guns.
We muse about the world and forget how to dance.
Do you feel the pulse of life in this cosmic ballet ?
We are so smart in a stupid way.

We never have the time, so we must fight for it and take it.
Don´t you know happiness doesn´t come in a little pink pill ?
Mmh, now is the moment, ease the pace. *1)
Slow and steady wins the race.

All that is left…

Mmmh, and as we move on forwards,
We all turn into nerds.

All that is left…

By R. Barrach

Space Eater

Children run outside,
I stay here by myself.
Staring at the ceiling,
I want to be somewhere else.
In the desert sun,
My friends are scorpions and snakes.
On burning soil I wish to run.
I hear them calling for mother´s son, from afar.

They say, “Space Eater wake up,
You dream your life away !”
I feel stuck in the moment,
A picture in a frame.
It´s my space eater´s nature,
A drifter´s escape.
I know tomorrow is a another day.

The animals in their cages,
They will set me free.
The snake must shed its skin,
The widow waits for me.
An empty shell remains,
I travel to a distant plane.
The sound of the bell brings me back.
Caught in my daydream, I lose track of time.

They say, Space Eater wake up…

Some things I might have missed out.
“Late bloomer, you fell behind.”
So many things were to discover.
Please, don’t try to heal my mind.

They say, “Space Eater wake up,
You dream your life away !”
I feel stuck in the moment,
Caught up in my game.
It´s my space eater´s nature,
A secret hideaway.
I know tomorrow is a another day.

R. Barrach

The Otherside

“Seen the sun when she hits the ground with no sound,
Covering up the land with gold ?
Women are made of honey !”, so I was told.
I could catch her when she falls and be consumed.

What´s on the other side of those mountains,
The ones that obstruct the view ?
What´s on the other side of that river ?
Down, down, it´s current pulls you.

New colors, my eyes want to see.
Red on fire, green of hope and blue like the deep blue sea.
Old words, will they have new meanings ?
In this wildness, outer space, in the unknown.

What´s on the other side…

“Seen the sun when she hits the ground with no sound,
Covering up the land with gold ?
Women are made of honey !”, so I was told.
I would catch her when she falls and be consumed.

What´s like standing on those high mountains ?
I want to have a different point of view.
What´s on the other side of that river,
A promised land where I will find you ?

What´s on the otherside ? What´s on the otherside ?
I want to have a different point of view.
What´s on the otherside ?

By R. Barrach

This Is Your Name

You are a shape changer, a master of disguise.
You hid in the shadows of my ancestors fire.
You have power but I can subdue you.
To call nature´s spirits, I make my voodoo now.

I draw your picture, I sing a song about you.
This is your name, this is your name.
I carve your prison, or form it with clay.
I can see your face now, this is your name.

I go with the flow to show the unconscious,
A marker to your hiding, a map to my hidden soul.
Here I hold the strings, I challenge you from this safe place.
Holding you in my palm, I can laugh at your face.

I draw your picture…

I hear the echoes of your howl
And my creation gives me shelter when the fire is out.
I hear the echoes of your howl.

I draw your picture…

By R. Barrach

Waves Of Resistance

The radio plays the anthem solemnly
And all hearts sing along.
Silence, suddenly,
Someone has pulled the plug.
When the music stops hopes are lost,
It´s time to go.

The ever blazing fire,
It will never die, wherever you are,
In any place or time.
The insatiable thirst,
A longing that you can´t ignore.
One day we will return from exodus.

Waves of resistance, they carry our hearts
To those we´ve left behind.
From the ether comes our voice tonight.
We are by your side.

Old tape machines hide old values,
Press play and they´re revealed.
Those melodies, let them become
Songs of hope and freedom.
Sing them out loud to the world !
Transmitters on !

The ever blazing fire…

We won´t be put to silence.
All thoughts are free, they sizzle in the air,
They can spark a fire.
On short wave length,
Counterrevolution!
We challenge those who preach,
We shall stand against.

By R. Barrach

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