@ALBUM: Knot (2019) @SONG: Ultramarine So many colours in my head Ultramarine extra fine and white lead The London fog is falling down On the bridges of Westminster and Waterloo The London rain is falling down inside my head The bell boy and the chambermaid Found sheets of paper in the Savoy rooms 20 dollar bills Basement Wind blows Write braille With my left eye, everything is red With my right eye, everything is blue In my paradise with my fading eyes I paint the waterlilies while the soldiers die What a waste Let's roll out the red carpet for the skeleton army I don't see red anymore, I see blue I remember very well how it was So many colours in my head Ultramarine extra fine, white lead What a waste @SONG: The Delta Works Aunt Eleonore is walking through the shadows Aunt Eleonore is talking to the flowers and the birds and the trees Aunt Eleonore is walking through the house She said: "Don't look back behind your shoulder to the cracks in our fading love With our disappearing homemade serenades" Aunt Eleonore, she's an astronaut from Tirol A lady of the canyon with a Russian TV All the family paintings were drowning in '53 in the dark black sea And when the road is getting thinner and life is getting smaller Love is hurting like diamonds I was the green meadow and he was the dark black sea Now there's a ghost standing behind every tree I am here with you, I stay, I stay When we get older as the years go by Like varnish on a painting that's crackling like the soil of a desert Tears will fall on a piece of paper, paint me a river where I can swim Draw me a city, where I can walk in the streets of my youth Will the Delta Works protect us from the waves and the water But they cannot protect us from personal disaster and matters of love And boredom and melancholy or depression A piece of paper When we're walking, we get older When we stop, we die @SONG: The Concrete House I inherited the house when my mother died I am an only child, no brothers, no sisters, no animals My father has built this house for the family in 1968 A concrete house with one floor and a little garden in the shade Now it hurts when I open the door On the diving board of the swimming pool in the autumn rain JUMP! I cannot jump My mother is watching Will she save me when I drown And I fall I can swim, in my life All these years "Why are you leaving?" "That's wanderlust" There's a woman in England who fills an empty house with concrete And takes off the walls and the roof like you peel an orange What's left is the memory of the house in the shape of a block of concrete For the first time, for the last time I open the door @SONG: The Garden Centre Dear mother, take my eyes in your hand And walk me to your promised land in the garden centre Because you always went there The Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost are gone to the Christmas sale 80% off Mother Mary With a rain cap your head is suddenly pink We walk in the streets of my youth Boy in a tree Mother said: "I'm falling to pieces like my porcelain teacups On the white tiles of the kitchen floor" You said: "I am almose crying like a river, but flowers need some rain I weill never leave without a rain cap" We sit down next to the coffee machine between the dwarfs of porcelain And a waterfall, on the rococo chairs, the plastic rococo chairs With a handkerchief and pepperming, waiting for the day to end Viola's in your shopping bag In Liverpool in the rain I hear a mother say to her son: "Let's look at the Lego again" Life never ends, like a flower it bends Life never ends My viola @SONG: The Blue Car Highway White lines White clouds behind the trees I drive in my blue car A bright day comes to an end Sunlight in my eyes In my blue car A raindrop is falling on my window A raindrop A little screen How can I see you there? With your pretty face and your pretty eyes How can I see you Raindrops like mercury A blue car in the rain on a highway It started with rain on the roof I was a highway It started with mercury drops How can I see you there? With your pretty face and your pretty eyes How can I see you @SONG: Machine Machine Machine Machine you're talking in my sleep The yellow bees are flying through the library Around the books and magazines on the honey shelves Machine Machine, you're talking in my sleep There's a rusty flower falling from an iron tree Bees on the ventilators turning round A beautiful girl is droppen a shopping list with oranges, Cereals and nuts on the library floor I talk to the girl with the pearl earring And I tell he she looks like a famous Dutch painting Look at her Rank Xerox Look at her blue Apple Sprechblase Look at the numbered shelves for Winter Trees Look at the honey shelves for Winter Trees She is dreaming in another language Weisheitszahn She takes off her glasses and she is looking like a movie star The library girl is walking around like Monica Vitti in the Deserto Rosso Look at the books, look at the magazines, look at the iron tree talking in my sleep Machine Machine, I'm talking in my sleep There's a yellow flower falling from the orange tree Look at the Rank Xerox Print my dream She is dreaming in another language Weisheitszahn @SONG: Dead Rat Ball Keeping the dead alive He's cutting the day with a knife (a blue envelope) Painting the secret wars He told me about the danger od a dead balloon Drinking with a stranger in the red saloon of the Kursaal In this seasick town Dead end streets drown in the water and the waves Perfume bottles croquettes de crevettes The boutiques with the plastic flowers Snow globes of Marvin Gay Ensor waves goodbye in the waves Playing the harmonium 8 hours a day Skeletons rattle like a castanets in battles we forget Dancing at the Dead Rat Ball Quick quick slow in the claire de lune Solitude, mystery and silence Snow is falling in a snow globe Perfume bottle in a window Sometimes you sleep Sometimes you keep me waiting Now I see you waving goodbye Keeping the dead alive @SONG: The Electric Pond Already knows She already knows what day it is But sometimes the envelope waits inside a letterbox for years On the frozen pond outside the concrete cabin, the snow is falling The tracks of skaters disapper Am I sleeping I am walking on the ice Echo Lake the Milky Way All my five senses Following the frozen wires in the electric pond All my senses A girl is skating on a pond The black ice is a screen Brids in the trees My reflection disappears on the ice @SONG: Une petite Alumette Où va le temps? Une petite allimette dans le béton @SONG: Music Box With Ballerina She is so beautiful and mean My God, I wish that she was dead I am so afraid of you I hate you I saw you In the office downtown The assistants are waring brown and black H&M dresses She is wearing a Dries van Noten overcoat And a Stella McCartney yellow submarine bag Am I walking too slow Am I talking too fast When I'm walking with you We walk inside another dimension Smiling Mona Lisa You're so beautiful and mean Like a flower in a forest that is eating flying insects With her silver hairpin and other sharp objects Sometimes I feel like a marble stone in a graveyard In a coffing I am buried alive, knocking Pretty ballerina A pirouette machine @SONG: (Un)Happy Hologram Hello! I'm a spirit, almost a ghost Hello! I'm a spirit, hello and goodbye I do I do I do I do I do look like my father A happy man So I heard the stories in my head oh That he was happy, that he was unhappy Every day, all the time I had no moving pictures of my father I saw us, happy in a car Where are you now? Inside my computer, there's a thing There's a thing called Happy Hologram Where he is walking, where he is talking So happy in my computer Where he was born a happy boy Happy Birthday Happ Hologram My hologram dad Happy and sad