Chili Tomasson - A Child on the Beach

A Child on the Beach - Lyrics

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The Child

oh, you look so beautiful today

in that evening dress with all your jewelry.

I want to be with you forever,

look at you talk to you, forever and ever.

so won’t you come with me to watch the kites on the beach?

I’m your child

oh, you seem so happy to me.

it is such a pleasure, you say, to be in my company.

but could you tell me that tomorrow?

when you kiss me in the morning and we live on the money you borrow.

so won’t you come with me to watch the kites on the beach?

I’m your child

oh, I don’t accuse you at all.

even though you’re the cause of my pain and anger it was not intentional.

I really don’t want you not to,

but you depend on me, when I’d need to depend on you.

just come on with me to watch the kites on the beach.

I’m your child

so just come on with me to watch the kites on the beach.

Anker 1

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Through a Window

all sorts of plastic for sale and produced on demand

an industry to tell individuals what to want.

magazines, quality, privileges, beauty and fame

an exhaust pipe to suck on for your polluted brain.

everything’s clear while the patriot sucks conditioned air.

throughout the continent we distribute with care

instant identities, labeled with an excuse

can contain traces of nationalist and racist views.

so I look through a window

liberta.

a healthy body and mind, we all rely on the police

defending the property of the few, they defend peace

legitimate violence remains violence

print the news onto paper and sell me to the audience.

no one has lost the war and we all do agree

after it had been confirmed by the opinion industry

when it gets too complicated, just debate your position again

no quick decisions, no decisions at all in the end.

reproduce yourself, give me more of the same.

so I look through a window

liberta.

fuck off with your money and your important influence

a fetus would try to abort itself as an act of self defense.

so come on, accuse me, attack me for my point of view

and continue being a racist, a sexist, a comfortable you.

a visionless, vacant pot, with your passionate trash

you can neither write nor feel anything that’s not paid in cash.

so get me to the exit and charge me a fee to get out

but I’m not ready to pay you, or pay for anything now.

I just look through a window

liberta.

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lipstick on a cigarette

she’s sitting in a bathtub,

wiping the lipstick off her face.

the neighbors told her in the morning to get rid of last week’s newspaper.

oh she’s such a pretty one, she unbuttons his pants under water

and I love her even more for that.

there’s lipstick on a cigarette,

rose flavor remains for lovers.

and someone’s talking to an idiot, arguing with an idiot,

but she doesn’t care,

she does not care,

no, she does not care.

and I love her even more for that.

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Hiob

I sat with you

in a room.

you cried and hid your face

in your palm,

you told me about Hiob.

I looked at you

‘cause there was no one else to look at.

you with your God, and I

beside you,

and you were Hiob.

When they put his body onto burning coal to ease his pain you cried.

I saw you when you cried,

I was a child,

and you were Hiob.

When I put my arms around you, I felt your body on mine,

I was not your God,

I just happened to be there,

but I saw you,

you were him, and I was with you then,

Hiob.

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The Portrait. The Amusement Park

1. The Portrait

I nail the plants

to the walls of your room.

a self portrait

of a child behind glass.

I remain seated on your windowsill

when the gentlemen pass through

in gold-framed portraits in the evening’s chill

I dream a day for you.

your plastic pearls

and your Maghreb-bicycle in a youthful heat.

I watch a bird

on a zebra-stripe, while you look at it.

I remain seated on the side of your bed

while all your lovers pass through.

I hide my jealousy where you hide your cigarettes

and draw a portrait of you.

2. The Amusement Park

leaving the fish to cans and industry

blankets to lead, lethal shells

the tattooist collects the entrance fee

for the carousel.

then we meander through the amusement park

from lamps to noise.

someone picks your number out of the automat

for textile toys.

we are left unpunished but followed by some girls,

standing in file,

when I offer you one of my most beautiful plastic pearls,

you refuse it like a child.

through the haze a ship comes sailing

into the bay

a big Lady’s leaning on the railing

looking for a place to stay.

you’re swimming in circles ‘round the continent,

you welcomed me to.

then I kissed you, but I did not intent

to be kissed by you.

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Reproduce Yourself

all your lovers are standing at your door

and you know that you have heard it all before.

you give me a picture that you did find in a dream,

of open seas and tangerines

reproduce yourself, give me more of the same.

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so ashamed of

you are

so ashamed of

not having wanted me.

you are

so ashamed of

who you have been to me.

but this all is your anger and your pain.

I never cared, but you wanted to explain.

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Scared

I’m scared

I’m scared.

I’m scared

I’m scared.

I’m scared

I’m scared.

could you tell me of orange plantations and petroleum?

you cannot even promise me, I feel as if I depended on your company.

I’m scared

I’m scared.

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The Horses

the heat lies flat on a vast valley.

in the shadows of the trees

the culprits are tired and accused,

repeating the expected apologies.

the villains turn to victims of a system that’s not gonna change, even after they are all shot down.

here come the horses.

they separated wars from riots,

just like peace from decadence.

but when they tried to steal the horses,

I cried in self defense.

when the victims turned to villains, I could not keep it all apart, now all I want is to believe you.

the heat lies flat on a vast valley

I read the opening line again.

and while you justify your justice,

I just listen and wait for them.

here come the horses.

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The Kites on the Beach

so from today on everything’s gonna be different.

I’m sitting on a plastic seat in a public transport bus to the sea.

I’ve got a valid ticket and the time

and I want to be with you, be with myself, be in my own periphery.

the autumn-ice-cream-children seem so happy

and the weekend-ice-cream-fathers seem so too.

they take pictures on which everyone laughs

for memories on photographs,

amusement drafts, game automats and cleaning staff,

I think of you.

nothing has changed as I watch the kites on the beach.

she tells me that I look so beautiful

as a season comes and a season ends.

while I borrow money for the autumn-ice-cream-children,

it is just me who feels the difference.

nothing has changed as I watch the kites on the beach.