Ion Javelin

(WE SHOULDN’'T) TAKE A CHANCE

Living in so-called Holy Land
is like drowsin' on a volcanos top
effect or cause:
I can't recognize the difference anymore

Terrorism in sacred fields
young men prepared for fratricide
or to kill themselves:
a further step towards an asymmetric war

We shouldn't take a chance to
expose ourselves to danger
this world ain't got a safety plan
human life on this infirm space station
we shouldn't take a chance
we shouldn't close our eyes
there is no escape not hence
you'd better watch out for disintegration

(deep deep deep)
Deep sleepers in the western states
ready to start world-wide catastrophes
- a chain reaction -
the universal soldier is marching up again

Too many people believe in fanatic words
written down in - oh - so sacred books
our highway to hell
is proliferation of mass destruction means

We shouldn't take a chance
would you survive in danger
this world ain't got a safety plan
human life on this infirm space station
we shouldn't take a chance
we shouldn't close our eyes
there's no getaway car not hence
you'd better watch out for disintegration

We shouldn't take a chance to
expose ourselves to danger
this world ain't got a safety plan
human life on this infirm space station
we shouldn't take a chance
we shouldn't close our eyes
for I wouldn't bet a pence
you'd better watch out for disintegration

We shouldn't take a chance
would you survive in danger
this world ain't got a safety plan
human life on this so frail space station
we shouldn't take a chance
we shouldn't close our eyes
there's no getaway car not hence
you'd better watch out for disintegration

ETERNAL WALK
I roamed through mountains and plauteaux
walked in valleys of green
awaking when the days begin
falling asleep just when they fade
as all ramblers do
I see pictures on the hollow grounds
breathing the air of wilderness
I hear a distant shout
try to find a place
where I can stay the night

I walk on moss-covered grounds
I avoid the sound of crowds
never tried to settle down

I own a compass and a gun
this is all I really need
till these years are gone

I saw kingdoms rise and fall
on my eternal walk

I sleep on moss-covered grounds
my only fear are those hunter's hounds
it's essential to stay sound

I once heard a leader's call
I saw kingdoms rise and fall
the highest walls, the greatest halls
on my eternal walk

Whatever happens to the world
I don't mind at all

I walk on moss-covered grounds
I avoid the sound of crowds
never tried to settle down

I own a compass and a gun
this is all I really need
till these years are gone

I once heard a leader's call
I saw kingdoms rise and fall
the highest walls, the greatest halls
on my eternal walk

Sometimes life seems to be so hard
glitt'ring drops fall on my skin
a thunderstorm is coming up
a thunderstorm is coming up

Copyright © 1990 by Ion Javelin

FALLING BACK ’'N’' FORTH

He came in town two years ago
with a feelin' kind of "all too slow"
a boy from the country, not too bright
he was keen on the girls and the big city lights

Soon gettin' in touch with certain pills
he became crazy yeah he became ill
his mind began to swim in a virtual sea
but didn't find the way back to the shore
and so he's

Fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth

She went to Berlin after the fall of the wall
her curiosity was big and her shape was tall
she tried to start a new life in another town
she was fascinated by these hard and modern sounds

She liked to surf in the tunnels of the undergrounds
'n' cried: "Thrill and danger is all that counts!"
she lives without any sense of reality
but she's dancin' herself all night out of this world
yeah she's

Fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth
fallin' back 'n' forth 'n' back 'n' forth

LOSE MYSELF

I recognize my life’s a cycle
pattern by pattern’s passin’ by
I recognized a deeper system
feel that won’t change until I die

For years I used to be a gambler
playin’ my parts in an evil game
I’ve been surrounded by pretenders
but now I see it’s all in vain

Wow wow wow I lose myself
I’m drifting just away
I lost control - caught in my shell
one further senseless day

Wow wow wow life is a cell
end of the matrix game
wherever I would go I’d find myself in hell
and no-one left to blame

Wow wow wow I lose myself
driftin’ away a bit too far
already lost control - caught in my shell
one further senseless day

Wow wow wow faint citadel
I wanna get out of the matrix game
they blow my soul - nothing left to tell
and there’s no-one left to blame

Once I was proud ’cause I saw structures
that dominated other’s lives
my destiny should’ve been another one
but sometime all self-deceptions die

Some people say it takes some patience
to get familiar with this fact
but I’m afraid that’s not my interest - no
don’t wanna become one of the living dead

Wow wow wow I lose myself
I’m drifting just away
I lost control - caught in my shell
one further senseless day

Wow wow wow life is a cell
end of the matrix game
wherever I would go I’d find myself in hell
and no-one left to blame

Wow wow wow I lose myself
driftin’ away a bit too far
already lost control - caught in my shell
one further senseless day

Wow wow wow faint citadel
I wanna get out of the matrix game
they blow my soul nothing left to think ’bout or to tell
and there’s no-one left to blame

MACROCOSMIC TERMITE-TOWN

As I
pushed myself through
varied arranged clusters
of bypassing people
disinterested quiet people

to pick up once more
the conscious search
for a leaden heart
and rattling lungs

for the actual core
and the weirdness in backyards
the tone and the tenses
of this macrocosmic termite-town

Like a
rushed lone wolf
one was mixed with men
mixed with the crush
with the scattered crowding

Reeling along those
monstrously dressed shop-
windows
that stretched away

A shade of
banisters
let dance
the wide wide open
the wide open
eyeballs

Macrocosmic termite-town
I feel so confused about all these city sounds
Macrocosmic termite-town
I can't take a rest keep on running around

Macrocosmic termite-town
Macrocosmic termite-town

For roughly the thousandth
time
monotonously strained hooting
sounds slantwise in front

in the ramified auricles
in those deserted heads
murmuring to themselves

High de-
gree of exhaustion
mixed
in the glittering iris
with the vast peculiar
geometric glass fronts

of the square formed
towers
coming up
to the stratosphere

towers which cut up
and multiplied
the city
at the same time

Macrocosmic termite-town
Macrocosmic termite-town
Macrocosmic termite-town
Macrocosmic termite-town ...

STILL

We'll see the end of this chiliad
undergoing the decisive period
some of us are flying high
watching the world pass by

A few own large production firms
profits rule their terms
a legion starves in destroyed countries
while others are choking in affluent societies

Still
we kill time
though the time of our world's running out
still we don't see the signs
for abundance made us all blind

We felt the power and hope in Gorbachev's call
we saw the fall of the wall
but look at the screen, at the world-wide scenes
signs of decline you'll see

Politicians, scientists
conceal sore facts in secret lists
if you heard all time bombs ticking in their heads
I guess you surely surely would run mad
I guess you surely would run mad

If soil and waters could cry
blue rain would fall from the sky

But still
we kill time
Through spring and summer, fall and winter
though the time of our world's running out
we are tumblin' down
still we don't see the signs
down within a desperate rhythm
for abundance made us all blind
somnambulistic sounds

Living on the edge of the blade
strictly ignoring the increasing shades
we've reached the borders
but these borders can't be crossed

Still
we kill time
though the time of our world's running out
still we don't see the signs
for abundance made us all blind

Still
we kill time
Through spring and summer, fall and winter
though time inexorably runs out
we are tumblin' down
still we don't see the signs
down within a desperate rhythm
for abundance made us all blind
somnambulistic sounds

Still
we kill time
Through spring and summer, fall and winter
though the time of our world's running out
we are tumblin' down
still we don't see the signs
down within these restless rhythms
for abundance made us all blind
and narcotic sounds

We'll see the end of this chiliad
undergoing the decisive period
some of us are flying high
watching the world pass by

Living on the edge of the blade
strictly ignoring the increasing shades

THE ABILITY TO CHANGE

They say we need so much to forget
it's a necessity to proceed instead
of brooding over bygone incidents
or wailing over your cut and broken wings

But sometimes hurtings are at work too deep
and yet don't fall into unconscious sleep
so one thing's even more decisively
it's just the ability to forgive

The ability to change
don't say: “Now or never!“, baby
the ability to change
keep your friends together
the ability to change
no stable thing can last forever

Oh and the ability to swing
don't try to change the others
the ability to change
better save a peacock's feather
oh the ability to change
don't ignore bad weather
the ability to change
and don't say: “Now or never!“

The ability to change

The possibility to forgive
is a precondition for our minds to be free
apart from this we should communicate
better than wolfing down certain things instead

But one matter's yet more decisively
you've got to develop some empathy
just be open for other's sad melodies
that's the real ability to swing

The ability to change
don't say: “Now or never!“, baby
the ability to change
but keep your loves together
the ability to change
no stable thing can last forever

Oh and the ability to swing
sometimes take black leather
the ability to change
save a peacock's feather
the ability to change
watch out for bad weather!
the ability to change
and keep your keep your keep your
keep your friends together!

The ability to change

THE BROKEN SURFACE

I try so try so very hard
to get into a shady zone of Central Park
but being on my way right in the midday heat

Look: the cheer leaders' bodies are made of plastic
and they move as if they all were spastic
I see their pallid faces - one by one
recognize no difference in the hazy sun

Can't keep control - in this state of mind
I sense blindness for the fate of mankind
I begin to see it - step by step -
the broken surface is a matter of fact

I try so try so very hard
to get to the other side of Central Park
but can't keep control - in this state of mind
I see the blindness for the fate of mankind

Lots of heads keep on talkin' about the overload
but do we really travel on a quiet road
all this pressure from my head to my feet
I feel this city's comin' down on me

The atmosphere of down town maybe drives you insane
'cause the city's gettin' crasser every fuckin' day
I've just begun to see it - step by step -
the broken surface is a matter of fact