maybe
envelope of time (1992)
music & lyrics by harald eraker

island of rock

i never got to know
how he really did it
in the end
but i’m not sure i wanna know

he was singing; help
i need somebody
right now
i know ‘cause i was right there with him

tell me how it feels to be free
on the other side
is it really so that you no longer
have to hide

twenty summers gone
since that lonely song
once more
i wish that i could sing with him
once more

not born

i read the front page of a paper the other day
the usual tragedy of toil and pain
but at the bottom of the page a final pray
was printed out by a family in order to break the chain

he is not born, nor will he ever die
after having been he again ceases not to be
he is not killed when his ashes is floating to the sea
unborn, eternal and changeless, but why?

i saw a film this afternoon about the gas
the usual scientific ghost of sudden death
but at the end there was a scene from the bottom class
a little girl was nursed to help her to catch her breath

she is not born, nor will she ever die
after having been she again ceases not to be
she is not killed when her ashes is floating to the sea
unborn, eternal and changeless, but why?

we are not born, nor will we ever die
after having been we again cease not to be
we are not killed when our ashes is floating to the sea
unborn, eternal and changeless, but why?

you are you

virginity broken
there’s a rumour of change at last
words have been spoken
so now i will try to

shine love on you like the sun
shower lov on you like the rain

indecision is over
there’s a rumour of time to share
the moment is sober
so now i will try to

shine love on you like the sun
shower lov on you like the rain

all because you are you

the lazy hand of destiny

the same old joke again
i’m kneeling by your door
to see you to the bitter end
tell me what it’s for
divertion be my only friend
so spoke the deaf and blind
to ease his mind
never there in time
but i love you

maybe someday i will see
behind that closed door
the lazy hand of destiny
that came upon my shore
divertion be my final friend
so spoke the deaf and blind
to ease his mind
never there in time
but i love you

worship to the beast

look at all the people cutting sugarcane
they’re never resting, despite the load of pain
day and night their work is nothing but a chain
it’s a real wonder that they haven’t gone insane

look at all the people plucking leaves of tea
with the threat of hunger keeping uå the speed
day and night their work is nothing but a fee
it’s a real wonder thath they haven’t ceased to be
so get your stomach ready for the feast

look at all the people digging in the mine
sweating in the heat perhaps to get another dime
day and night their work is nothing but a crime
it’s a real wonder that they’re still in touch with time
so get your stomach ready for the feast

look at all the people spraying fruit to get ripe
with pesticides that slowly burns the sight
day and night their work is nothing but a fight
it’s a real wonder that they still can sleep at night
so get your stomach ready for the feast

look at all the people packing piles of prawn
stuck inside a factory with walls around the lawn
day and night their work is nothing but a yawn
it’s a real wonder thath they still can carry on
so get your stomach ready for the feast
another worship to the feast

envelope of time

come on if you care
to sit yourself beneath
this giant, shady tree
and let your tired sould and body
really get a chance to be together
and somehow free

above the earthly crime
slip yourself forever
into the envelope of time
peacefull across the sea of life
peacefull across the sea

come on if you dare
with an empty mind
to hear this quit night
and let your troubled sould and body
really get a chance to be together
and somehow fight

above the human crime
slip yourself forever
into the envelope of time
peacefull across the sea of life
peacefull across the sea

what have they done to my sisters

what have they done to my sisters
at night
i wonder if you’ll understand
i wish i’d never been born a man

the stranger and the guide

she brings me raisins with a cup of tea
i watch the ripples run the lake
casually her silence touches me
it’s mine to break

she tells me stories from her latest dreams
i try to reach out for her mind
she’s never quite the way she seems
she’s mine to find

you could be the stranger
and i could be your guide
beyond this world of danger
here’d be no need to hide
you could sail to reach the shore
and i could be your tide
where no one ever fought before
there’d be no need to choose a side
we could be together
never have to stay
we could be together
somewhere far away

she spends the night, it’s how it’s meant to be
she’s not the kind who says too much
but until break of dawn her love is for free
she’s mine to touch

all you have to do

an old african woman
i can tell she’s walked for miles
the candle light has blown out
but wouldn’t it be nice
if all you have to do is smile

a fan made out of paper
with images from when i was a child
the candle light has blown out
but wouldn’t it be nice
if all you have to do is smile

a cold look on your face
i feel like being alone for a while
the candle light has blown out
but wouldn’t it be nice
if all you have to do
is wouldn’t it be nice
to smile

without love

i live a live in confusion
pretending you mean nothing to me
could it be an illusion
that i will some day know how to reast
there are a million solutions
presenting how i should live to be free
should i believe in their conclusions
or continue to look for the best

without love

this is my final confession
too manu times i’ve tried to explain
the mystery of aggression
and how we all are captured by pain

lonesome truth

the traffic-jam on neon street is at a peak
as the mullah begins to sing
an ancient man gets on his donkey
but he ain’t riding into town to be a king
darkhearted people in the shadow of the moon
trying to recover from the day
a million flies flying to the dying
coincidence will always have its way

oh, lonesome truth

the king of all must be the dust
another life is passing without rain
a giant poster selling shit meets the eye
with images that’ll never ease teh pain
feel the beggar with her child at her breast
as she’s reaching out for someones wrist
see the man without a face passing by
as he’s hiding big dollars in his fist
there is a palmtree on the wall
i see the sum reflecting from her heart
i feel some kind of happiness, cause for sure
this song will never make the charts

henriette

i’m at ease, cause she’s
so fine in her leather-jacket tonight
is the age of seventeen a hinder?
she can please me and really tease me
cause nothing really matters anymore
do you think that i’ve become a sinner?

oh, henriette, i wanna hold you
i wanna know you, i wanna show you
i’ll see you through your days and nights
i’ll always hold you tight

i can stare, really stare
cause mine will always be her eyes
was her body never ment for heaven?
she’s there, everywhere
with a smile that cuts through my mind

have i become as dark as a raven?
oh, henriette, i wanna hold you
i wanna know you, i wanna show you
i wanna play it wild with you
take it to the limit and maybe have a child with you
come on, hit them with the girl in you
i’ll see you through your days and nights
i’ll always hold you tight

riot friendship

a quiet sunset trip
and a cave behind out lasy backs
that’s enough for me tonight
i’ll keep following that track
a riot friendship
with our minds set for better days
that’s what i’ll ask from you
when the sunrise breaks the dark

a violet sailing ship
and a beach stretching very far
that’s enough for me tonight
i’ll keep playing my guitar
a riot friendship
with our minds set for better ways
that’s what i’ll ask from you
when the morning breaks the day

letter from spain

he never really understood
how living died on solid wood
and as she was getting dressed in black
he asked her; will you ever be coming back

she answered him with a letter from spain
telling him she no longer felt any pain
i was tired, she recalled, from your holy war
but now i can ride the stars just like before

every night he stays by the fire
resting with his memories, yet always tired
i love your pride, she once had told him
but must you forever bless the cold wind?

whenever there’s a rumour in town
that she is back and is hanging around
he goes for the winter to cool his mind
whe knows it too well, but stays behind

the last day of your life

tell me what would you do if this
were the last day of your life?
would you sit there and wonder why
or do it twice with your whife

to me it seems a wasted cure
i wouldn’t miss that day for sure
too many high-flying looking for a pearl
but nothing’s sacred, no one’s pure