1. Shiny chainsaws in the roadside,
Cutting down the woods.
Mindless
men in black and yellow,
Cutting down the woods.
Naked
houses without windows,
Haunted memories.
Circling
birds over the graveyard,
Searching
for their home.
Chorus Wood killers,
Cutting down,
Wood
killers,
To the ground.
2. Rigid dreams of evolution,
Cutting down the woods.
Room
for cars and industries,
Cutting down the woods
No
respect for life and beauty,
In a darkened world.
Promises
of clean destruction,
Money rules for good.
3. Where are now the cool shadows?
Cutting down the woods.
The
cradle of the human species,
Cutting down the woods.
Long
forgotten hippie dreams,
Let’s make room for love.
Living
trees in a living world,
Let’s make room for life.
Text and music © H.W. Gade 2004
To Paula and Lukas
1. Rainy night in the countryside of Finland,
Far from the
place and time, where we once met.
No more
rambling and no more lies and cheating,
This is our baby,
this is our home.
‘Round the
house there are lakes and misty mountains.
All I can
hear is ticking clocks and rain.
Chorus This is my home,
No matter where I am,
This
is my home,
My family.
2. Early morning, July, two thousand and
four,
Here’s my
computer, here is my guitar.
Right behind
me, my wife and child are sleeping,
Writing my
lyrics, right here on my chair.
Here I am,
in a summerhouse in Finland,
This is for
real, my doubts are over now.
3. Soon the room will be echoing with
laughter,
And we will
play with all the toys of his.
Watchful
eyes and a loving hand to lead him,
All through
the day and through the dark of night,
Mama and
papa with their little boy,
Filled with
love, tenderness and joy.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2004
To Kjartan
1. “Father, take my hand, show me the moon
and the Milky Way,
I want to
see a million stars”.
“Here is the
North Star – and here is Mars,
Please,
papa, I want to stay a little while,
Just to
dream, to fantasize – I’m not sleepy yet.”
But the
father takes the little boy,
And put him
back to bed.
2. The boys are mad; they climb the ladder,
higher and higher,
Then the
youngest boy steps out on a bar,
Eight meters
over the ground, the solid ground.
“Don’t fall,
don’t fall – I will save you.”
The oldest
boy is down again with tears in his eyes.
“I will not fall,
please trust me”, the boy on the bar is calm.
But beneath
the bar is a terrified kid:
“Fall on me
– I will die for you”,
And slowly
the boy moves ahead – will he ever fall?
3. “It’s over now”, the boy admits “I’ll
never fly to the moon”,
“I was a
fool, it was a foolish dream.”
So he
scrapped the gyroscope, the hydrogen mask and the wheel,
The
instrument panel and the half-finished door,
And burned
the original blueprints.
4. The lander is down and the vehicle moves,
Slowly like
a dizzy child.
Another
journey starts in the Martian desert.
Hopes and
dreams of a million boys,
With wonders
in their hearts and burning eyes – the sea, the sea!
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2004
1. The smells of summer,
The heat and
the water,
The voices
of the children,
The chute,
the warm sand.
2. Driving by,
Many years
ago;
The memories
slowly come to me,
In a haze of
presentiments.
3. His little hand in mine,
Mother
driving the blue car,
On a crowded
motorway,
In the
middle of Sweden.
4. Trees and houses,
Red and
green.
Water, the
vast lake.
The feeling
of being watched.
5. We’re still driving; the boy sleeps.
The car packed
with things and worries.
Ferryboat
tickets, roadmaps,
Stress and
parental trouble.
6. We once were here, a childless couple,
I saw the
house – I saw a child in the garden.
I knew that
I belonged here, this was my destination,
And finally,
I heard a distant voice.
Envoi Angel of the children, blessed are you.
Blessed
be our son, the gift of God.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2004
To Anders Fogh Rasmussen
1. Goodbye money to the homeless,
Lower taxes
to the rich.
Goodbye
money to the children,
We don’t
want to pay for schools,
Full
control, little Stalin.
Chorus Hail our leader.
Bold and square,
Hail
the boss,
Who’s never there.
The
invisible dictator.
2. Feed the rich and starve the poor,
We don’t
want the refugees.
Feed the
racist middle classes,
They can
vote, so they’re our clients.
Full
control, lies on lies.
3. Ministers who feed their friends,
All
corruption, no control.
Go to war
with USA,
Denmark’s
rotten to the core.
Rule the
country with the racists!
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2004
To Brigitte Bardot
1. Riding the tiger,
With her long, blond hair.
Riding the
tiger,
With her long, blond hair.
Chorus I hate the bitch so much,
It
almost feels like love.
2. Fighting a liar,
Is a looser’s job.
Fighting a
liar,
Is the tiger rag.
VERSE 3 WITH BREAKS
3. Sometimes we’re up,
Sometimes we’re down.
Sometimes
we’re up,
Sometimes we are in the heat.
SOLO
4. Riding the tiger,
With her triple breasts.
Riding the
tiger,
With her deadly claw.
SOLO
5. Riding the tiger,
With her long, blond hair.
Riding the
tiger,
With her long, blond hair.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2004
A
Movement
So beautiful, when you
moved your hand,
The night you were
leaving; leaving forever.
You opened your arms
for me when we stood in the alley,
Beside the streetlamp
outside the front of the bar.
You were beautiful, a
wonder appeared in the twilight.
The earth shone
brightly in me. With the moon and the stars below me.
Text
© Jens August Schade Printed with permission
Music
© H.W. Gade 1979
English
translation © H.W. Gade 2004
Une Minute
Chaque
minute de ta vie
commence
et finit –
Mais
cette minute là
j’ai
senti dans tes bras,
qu’elle
ne commençait pas,
qu’elle
n’est pas finie.
Est-ce
possible qu’elle
soit
éternelle ?
Text © Marie-Louise Frandsen Printed with
permission
Music
© H.W. Gade 1979
To Lukas
1. The bus is here,
Give mommy a hug.
The bus is
here,
Don’t forget your bag,
Five steps
down the stairs – it’s a beautiful day.
2. It’s Monday now,
You’ve been so sweet this morning.
It’s Monday
now,
No conflicts at all,
And he
smiles and hugs his daddy – “I like my dad”.
3. You’re a clever boy,
You locked the strap yourself.
You’re a
clever boy –
“Have a nice day” says the bus driver,
Then he
smiles and closes the door – I can se my boy no more.
4. The bus is leaving,
The panes are solid black.
The bus is
leaving,
I only see myself,
I’m full of
fear, but I love my son.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 200
