
“Lipstick’s cherry all over the lens as we’re falling into the blue”

When I wake the house upI put on my blue jeansand become a man of the worldWhen I shake things upTake off my blue jeanswhat is left is just the outside worldI don’t do the tangoI do the cowboyin the nearby Underworld barSome people call me Mauricethough not a joker‘cos I’ll stand by you no…

(Listen to the song in here)You seek your creatorI am looking at mineYou watch reels by othersWhy are you not as fine?”Mister, I googled youand I didn’t like what I saw”Your videos come.And their videos? They go.But when is your time to shineon your own show?Everybody’s liking but then fightingwith strangers in the night.And your…

(Listen to the song in here)Moving on the floor now,the perfect smile,A flick to the left now,you see the signYou’re not here to make friendsYou’re not here to socialiseThat’s your style,they sayThe lights in the twilight paint the roomThis night is not over, it is red and blueThe agents are looking for a clueAnd you…

(listen to the song in here)Beneath the moon’s soft and silvery glow:Towers Of Steel standing stillSilver moon over the sleeping steeplesI set my course to where the trade winds blowThe Seven Markets vast and deepThe Ancient Manager picks up his fleetWith a flock of suits he’s cursed to sail the seas”With the Silent Period loud…

It was supposed to be an ordinary dayWith wining and diningAnd an evening at The Ballet.Should have later been an ordinary nightUp in the club up in LAShe had planned to bake her husband the cake,Give her dog a bath and read all the hate mailShe had planned to do all those things sheThought that…

Your soul’s a wild ride, a fantasy. We wear our masks, just casually strumming guitars. Feeling carefree, hiding what we feel. The ups and downs, we find our beat. Life’s full of love, but sometimes it deceives. Where we are going, we feel the heat under neon skies. Moon shines, we’re lost in our dreams.…

He who walks behind the rowswho watches all the showswho makes you make The Callshas summoned youTimeIt’s That Time of the yearwhen children should all fearwhen parents should draw nearHide The Oldest ChildFields are golden but the earth is red It must mean someone’s dead.On the road you see what’s left of themThat’s our price to…

In the bar he’s waiting for you soft music playing Your eyes meet, he smiles at you breathing hardly at all When you walk with him through the town laughing it’s like the world is renewed On the side street you stop and under the lamp post you… oh well, it’s like the world is…