THE FOOTPRINTS IN MY MEMORIES

This was written in Norway. It started with the first line of the chorus and developed from there. The second verse were written first, but after writing the next one I realised I had to switch them around. It felt like I had begun in the middle of the story, and it needed a beginning. This way made more sense. It is about two people who meets and finds redemption of sorts in each others company. It's a lyric so it should be pretty easy to figure what the chorus is.

The tempest from Toulouse
stepped gently on my toes
when I met her at de gaulle
in last summers dying throes
In the oceans of her eyes
I lost my wisdom found
The cornerstone of reason
sunk and quickly drowned

She left her footprints in my memories
like purple sunblessed silhouettes
She dug her grave in the soil of my soul
so I never would forget

Immersed in the moonlight
where lonely autumns sleep
The birth of romance
began to stir and weep
Ablaze in the meadows
dressed in dripping dew
She cried out in a crazy haze
I am here for you

Days were filled with solace
as we drank from wounded wine
To burn away the hollow
entangled in our minds
Through destiny's arrival
quite by mutual consent
We plunged towards survival
with the promise to repent

ON THE SHORES OF 44

This is based on a lyric written way back in the early 80's and was originally called The Wraiths of Normandy. I was never happy with it and always wanted to redo it since I liked the subject, but not the end result. I have to thank Stein Bogen for preserving the lyric it was based on. Only one line have survived. It's a tale about what happens when two lovers sneak down to the beaches of Normandy and get caught in the invasion.

Two young lovers found a hideaway
where prying eyes cannot reach
Deep beneath the barb wire skies
making contours in the soft sandy beach

The clouds above, the darkness below
shelters the passion, radiates heat
A touch and a kiss, a momentary bliss
They've come too far, too late to retreat

Chorus:
In the tangled web of war
On the shores of fourty four
Lingering pictures hung like memories
Above the red stained waters of Normandy

Catching the motion the pulse of the wave
The ashes of these times scatters for awhile
Purging despair from the shadows of mourning
Lay to rest the echoes of the innocent child

The wind weeps, as they fall asleep
to blow away their fears
Wrapped in dreams, that soothes and redeems
A wounded world in disrepair

Chorus:
Two.....

Dawn awakes to a horizen filled with ships
Looming ever closer blocking out the sun
There's a path to freedom paved with the blood of men
Bringing with them cannons and the fury of their guns

Two young lovers, absent any cover
unable to say goodbye
Caught in a hail of fire, shot down by desire
A footnote in the blink of an eye

Chorus:
Two.....

TICKET TO OBLIVION

This is what she told me
I do not exist
Just somebodys memory
drifting in the mist
A thought like tumbleweed
at the mercy of the wind
Someone needs to catch me
so my life can begin

Chorus:
Don't buy a ticket to oblivion
Don't ride your life off the rails
Stick around for another morning
only cowards bail

This is what she told me
I do not belong,
but it is my right
to prove her wrong
Much like a snowflake
I don't make a sound
I will blend into obscurity
once I hit the ground

Chorus:

This is what she told me
I do not conform
To be the captain of humanity
riding out the storm
It's the mind that matters
The fuel for the fight
Keep an eye on the target
Let the bullet take flight

WILLOW

As she slept right there beside me
I sipped from her a glance
I knew I forever would
Recall this circumstance
I knew that I'd protect her
hold her when she cries
And wipe away the teardrops
from the nightmares in her eyes

Chorus:
I gave my heart to Willow when she offered me her smile
Promised me a wonder world for that was just her style
I learned about the darkness, the shadows in her soul,
but she found in me an alchemist who'd spin her dread into gold

I promised I would listen
when her worries fell like snow
To melt away the madness
I hope I'll never know
My arms would be her harbor
where sorrow come to die
To be buried in a paupers past
beneath the restless sky

Chorus:

There's never been a time
when I can claim regrets
For I have always loved her true
from the day we met
We don't live in a castle
We have no dimes to spare,
but all I need is what I have
who keeps me warm all year

Chorus:

I WILL LOVE AGAIN

This is a song that was inspired by a dear friend of mine. She provided the inspiration. For that I am eternally grateful. It's basically a song for those who has loved and lost, but not to give up and get back in the ring.

There are days when the universe doesn't make sense
Time is an anchor that moors discontent
Life is a butterfly flapping it's tiny wings
Going nowhere tied to an invisible string
I walk alone down roads made of dust
Searching for ways I can regain my trust
The past is my foe that fills me with fear
But if I get ahead I will no longer care

Chorus:
I know I will love, I will love again
When the sun sets on you at the seasons end
When the dark disappears and the light shine through
We will know, we will know just what to do

You don't choose love, love chooses you
When you least expect it there's a rendezvous
If you build a wall it will be broken down
If you run away you will be found
I've tried my best to stay strong and brave
To fight against what I no longer crave
But love is sly feelings dormant lies
Calling for me I hear it's battle cries

Chorus

COMA PATIENCE

Some times it's better not to wake up from a coma, as you will see.

The tubes are feeding me
the fuel that keeps me alive
Hanging by the threads of uncertainty
when I first arrived
I slept for an eternity
before I awoke in my mind
Now I'm searching through the mist of dreams
for a sun that never shines

There are many memories
behind old and creaky doors
Some I never payed a visit
those I could ignore
A few were postcards filled with joy
I would often linger there,
but others left a stain of sadness
in the imprint of a tear

Sometimes I hear voices
Hollow echoes, drifting words
I strain to glean their meaning
to reassemble what I heard
Once my name was spoken
in a hushed and somber tone
Perhaps they thought I listened
think my soul come due it's loan

Much like a restless nomad
I wander through the past
As the director of my own life
some parts I have recast
In the end there is no future
the re-run's growing stale
I wish that they would pull the plug
to oblivion I can sail

A brand new day awakens
my eyes spring open wide
Relief floods through my body
fear starts to subside.
But, I lay upon a gurney
restrained by a leather belt
Did I flee purgatory,
only to end up in hell ?

There is a needle i my arm
two guards looks down at me
Any final words they ask
confession will set you free
Behind a window strangers stare
and suddenly I know
This is my last boarding call
I depart from death row

BUILDING THE ASYLUM

Found this buried among my notes, and probably should have stayed that way, but, what the hell. It's surreal and short enough not to be too troubling to read.

I bought my face from a beggar
and kindly he threw in his name
I got two eyes from a blind man,
but he wouldn't give me his pain
I took rage away from a killer
and murdered his innocent sin
I opened the door to my window
Looking out for the serpent within

From the deaf I stole suffering silence
They never knew I came by
I tore the wings off an angel
as he fell from a cloud in the sky
I counted the beats of my rampaging pulse
as death hurried to my heart
Awake I slept where no one wept
and now the world and I are apart