This chapter is dedicated to all writers of songtexts .
Nick Cave: "The Ship
Song"
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.
Neil Young:
"Helpless"
There is a town in north Ontario
With dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there
Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now
The chains are locked and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow
Maija Vilkkumaa:
"Summer"
Summer
and nothing to do
the city humbly on my lap
fingers smell of tobacco
your laugher is weird and wonderful
look at me wildly trembling
I am not afraid of sadness
because I don´t feel
oo how wondeful summer
when it ends only darkness remains
Bob Dylan: "Blind Willie
McTell"
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Tim Wheeler/The Ash: "A Shining
Light"
Roman candles that burn in the night
Yeah, you are a shining light
You lit a torch in the infinite
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life
You've always been a thorn in their side
But to me you're a shining light
You arrive and the night is alive
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life
Terhi Kokkonen/SMG: "Jos
Osaisin"
If I could I would talk to you
until you sleep
If I could I would listen to the birds
and breathen deeply
If you could I would watch your sleep
until you wake up
And if I could I would reveal to you
Bruce Springsteen: "The Ghost of
Tom Joad"
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping
bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a dra
Waitin' for when the last shall be first
and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly
and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Pauli Hanhiniemi &
Perunateatteri: "Tell me something"
Tell me
something before you go
Tell me something that dries the tears
Say something stupid
that doesn´t stay in mind
Say something serious that pulls us apart
You can´t call me anymore
you can´t watch me in the eyes
you can´t touch me
you can´t form my name
on your lips in the dark
you can´t pursue witchcraft
you can´t use telepathy
You can´t watch me, You can´t touch me
You can´t even think about me
Jimmy Cliff:
"Trapped"
Seems like I've been playing your
game way too long
Seems the game I've played has
made you strong
When the game is over
I won't walk out the loser
I know I'll walk out of here again
I know someday I'll walk out of here again
Well now I'm
Trapped
OOh yeah
Trapped
OOh Yeah
Trapped
Timo Kiiskinen:
"Unique"
Would you recognize my voice from the
crowd?
Would you know my name without saying?
Would I be only another person to you?
Or the one and only, unique?
Would you recognize my hands in the dark?
Would you know my story without asking?
Would I be to you through the ages
The one and only, unique?
Precisely the right one under the stars
The one and only, unique
Daniel Lanois: "The
Maker"
Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
John Baptist
walking to me with the Maker
Toto Cutugno: "
L'italiano"
Buongiorno Italia gli spaghetti al
dente
e un partigiano come Presidente
con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra
e un canarino sopra la finestra
Buongiorno Italia con i tuoi artisti
con troppa America sui manifesti
con le canzoni con amore
con il cuore
con piu' donne sempre meno suore
Buongiorno Italia
buongiorno Maria
con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
buongiorno Dio
lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lauri
Tähkä/Elonkorjuu:"Long fields"
There are
our long fields
There are our meadows
The roofs of houses are growing moss
Cowhouses of stone and barns
To highways, railways
When the birds return to fields
My father's long fields no longer bring food
My mother's full board no longer brings food
As long as I stay away from this road
As long I miss you
And I ask You to stay away
Before long it is again October
Egotrippi:"The
Passenger"
Always going somewhere
Wherever ends up
It is half way from somewhere
Knows it very well himself
There are things
So painful and difficult
That speak is not enough
Announcements echoe from the station
An invitation which one can not escape
Once you climb aboard
You are always on
Always
Always
Always
Anssi Kela:"Nummela"
I climb sometimes lately
with the dog on the ridge
And from there watch the sleeping Nummela
And I feel that
everything seems to be in order
I think I belong here ...
I gotta walk this way
I gotta walk this way
When something awekens inside me
J. Karjalainen:"Wild
lupins"
Together we walk to the light of the
day
Along the road of wild lupins
And the air is fresh, full of scents
Along the road of wild lupins
Large red roses are brought to room
I am still a very tired man, fall asleep again
And you come up to me, grab my hand
Along the road of wild lupins
John Fogerty: "Fortunate
Son"
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah!
Ryan Adams:"La Cienega just
smiled"
"Ah the night...here it comes again"
It's on with the jeans,
the jacket and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know to how I feel about you now
La Cienega just smiles..."see ya around"
Marc Cohn:"Walking in
Memphis"
Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Neon 2:"Alone can´t
sleep"
These are the eternal moments
always short glimpses
when he measures the ceiling with her eyes
turns back on his bed
he counts seconds approximately
he counts the night in early morning
Alone can´t sleep
but keeps awake at his bed,
he tries to sleep with the clock ticking
alone can´not sleep
but the thoughts follow each other
till the early dawn meets the eye
Zen Cafe:"Man who has chairs taken
from around"
It does not look in the eye when it
shakes hands
if it speaks, it speaks silently
it has hair like a hayfield
after the winter in April
If it walks its feet move
and its hands go in the jacket pocket
There are box of matches and cigarettes
wallet is in the trouser pocket
Man who has chairs taken from around
a man whose first name is forgettable
a man whose face is wheted by grater
Man who has chairs taken from around
a man whose last name is forgettable
a man whose house has straight walls and wallpaper
Johanna Kurkela:"He does not walk
ever"
His face is carved in marble
his belly is ivory
and when I touch her neck
I do not think about anything else
His hands know
how to make good gratuitously
his eyes are swamp
sinked and so deep
He does not walk ever
but his soul hurtles
like a wild Indian
on the flashing mountain slope
he does not walk ever
it succeeds only in dreams
but more important in him
is all the other
Irina:"Silence"
I
hear the steps from the hall,
you fall beside me, you make room for youself.
You do not say a word,
you only stare at my neck,
while I play sleeping
Too often I miss those moments,
that I could fall asleep and wake up alone.
No need to worry,
and clear my thoughts
when I do not understand it .. myself.
I know you have difficult to understand.
I would like to be close to you but do not touch.
I hope that it will be enough to you too,
so all would continue a lot easier.
Eppu Normaali:"At the shore of the
green river"
A tear in my eye
I guess the memories brought it
as always in my memories again
I lay down next to you
There at the shore of the green river ...
Where have you been all these years
Have you remembered how I loved you then
when our way led to the river
and I said to the river hey
where are you going where did you carry the tears
who long ago I cried
when I walked alone along your shore
Juice Leskineen:"A double
life"
I wish you would know you better
Then perhaps I could learn about myself
Even though I never left you
I will come again
I do not envy those who are created to a double life
Sometimes I feel like I can not properly live this only
life
I'm going to be next to you again
Across this frosty motherland
Even though I never left you
I will come again
Hector:"The snow made the angel in the vestibule"
The girl saw from the bridge how black
the water was somewhere down below
The mother asked, "Why is she doing poetry?
The child is probably messed up in head, "
The girl was crying for a moment and looked back
Wildly ring the sigh of the city
How does this feel as a own country?
The water was black as the time
And the water was black
Mother went in black
And the priest got coffee to drink
And father was drunk, how else?
Someone carried the flowers in the vestibule
Katri Helena:"Give me a starry sky"
Give me a starry sky
let the light in the dark.
Give me the morning;
give me faith in life.
Give me courage,
so I have the energy for tomorrow.
Give a little love,
to this lonely heart.
Why the sky is black at night,
why I do not see light
The heart is full of longing,
the flame is burning my life.
I'm looking now for you
lost to the world.
passers-by,
I have asked for you
Where are you, I do not know,
that is because I go searching.
