maybe
songs from a living room (2006)
music & lyrics by harald eraker

julia

elvis would have been 60 years
on this evening
what a bore, couse he don’t care
back in eden

michael jackson fixed his face
a little paler
what a miss, cause just my race
is a failiour

marilyn monroe took some pills
we all assume
but you all know what really kills
what sets the fuse

julia, don’t ever let the stars shine on you

kurt cobain chose to nevermind
about his lover
what a waste in such a time
to gun for cover

o. j. simpson was chased in his car
live on tv
what a joke; they’ve taken it too far
in the land of free

take me as i am

magical my moon
miss mary
metaphoric mine
milky way my mood
madonna
will you be my memories
memories my darling
i am a small motherless mockingbird
take me as i am

metropolis my moon
miss mary
cosmetic mine
motionless my mood
madonna
will you be my memories
memories my darling
i am a small motherless mockingbird
take me as i am


cigarettes and matches

shallow life and lazy thoughts are yawning through my days
like limitless coincidence, they always have my way
sleepy eyes with hazy dreams are with me at the beach
even rainbows in horizons are easier to reach
to see my own refl ection i just take a distant look

life is awful long
nothingness will reign over me

changing shades of indolence are passing at my scene
on a voyage to a state of mind where no one else has been
20 million questions disappear into the sky
like followers of jesus, they never know just why
to feel a vague protection i just pray an empty prayer

simple sounds from lonely hearts are playing in my band
like cigarettes and matches, they’ll always be at hand

seems long ago

seems long ago
seems today
time on a wing has its own way

burns in my mind
next day gone
memories fading too fast
always on the run

maybe i’m new born
or maybe dead
i’m an old man
lying in my bed

feels kind of good
then feels bad
see what you had when you’re sad

maybe i’m new born
or maybe dead
i’m an old man
lying in my bed

turn it off

dear lord, another day
is gone, has passed away
cigarettes in the tray
i’ve got nothing to say

suffocation
through mass communication
dear lord
turn it off

dear lord, i’m mad
turning down the life i had
emptiness on my back
as i hit the sack


indifference

poor people crying out for a small spoonful of truth
tossed and lost in space, solidarity’s way out in the blue

the hallower the truth, the man said to me
the thicker the ink will be
the shallower the youth, someone replied
the deeper we sink in lies
indifference

more people dying, nobody really, really cares
revolution’s gone
the king and queen of it all is our failiour to share
when the war is on

more people crying out for a small spoonful of truth
wishy-white coulored images bluring the sight of our youth
on a closing gate
couse it’s out of date
it is worse than hate


memories

i thought i had it made all right
the sun was shining, or so it seemed
but like a hurricane at night
your story haunted my dreams

memories perfectly clear
memories unpleasantly near

it isn’t very hard to see
the slowly fading of your hope
and like a sailor not at see
you’re drinking to cope


will you?

will you walk the road
and talk to me
will you lend your ear
and try to see
or at least be there
and just pretend
i’m here

will you walk along
indefinitely
will you carry on
and try to see
or at least be there and just pretend
i’m here

i have failed
to see
that i have jailed
the real me

i was with a friend
in a tired downtown bar
he was drinking beer
as you came in
like a shooting star


never

got you when you’re down, girl
got you when you’re feeling old
got you when you’re tired
got you when you’re cold

got you when you’re busy
got you when you’re ironing my collar
got you when you’re worried
but never as a lover

don’t you know that your sorrows
will never ease your tomorrows

got you when you’re quiet
got you when you’re getting undressed
got you when you’re crying
but never as a lover

sudan

life like a flower just to bloom
in the spring of his time
killed in an ambush far away
in the fall of our crime

is there a meaning to it all
i do have my doubts
god’s not around

ashes to ashes, only fools
do not know how to give
memories fading in our hearts
he is gone, but he lives


anywhere else

somewhere is anywhere outside her garden
and everything there has a sparkle of truth
nowhere is where she is caught behind curtains
but no one is who i would be without you
anytime of the year
living is hard when your lucky star is far
beyond your reach

nothingness everywhere inside her feeling
and something is lost that resembles her youth
everyone else has a part of a fortune
but nowhere is where i would be without you
anywhere on earth
living is hard when your lucky star is far
beyond

the reach of your home

somewhere is anywhere outside her garden
and everything there has a sparkle of truth
sometime is never the right time for your life
but who would i be if it wasn’t for you
anytime of the night
living is hard when your lucky star is far
beyond

the reach of your home


sleep

i’ve heard it a couple of times
you should have got yourself some sleep
it may be a good advice
you know that i can hardly creep

but i’ll get to sleep in heaven
yes, i’ll get to sleep in heaven
when i die

i’ve seen it everywhere
the sign that says you should not smoke
it might be a good idea
you know my health is just a joke