Newborn thing
get outta there, come here and show us what you have found
you wouldn't be able to feel that happiness flying above the ground
sharing in real life is a tool
no matter how good you feel
keeping it to yourself makes you a fool
a moment's brightness can lead us to the revolution
overcoming your fear of love
is our evolution
you could always stick to your life-in-defence
but it will only bring you love in the past tense
go out and look for your april spring,
and you realize
you're just another newborn thing
thinking of time as something we would like to build around you
thinking of love as something we would like to show you
see the day when you arise and bring it back to us
the stories that we tell and the moments of lust
that you've been hiding as a secret in your darkest room
will be the seed from which your life
is meant to bloom
you're just another newborn thing
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Foot jive
no need to explain
you already know what it's like, right?
you've seen the deeper meaning of the way I feel, now, right?
you hold the answer to all the questions I wrestle, right?
if I would let you, you could lecture me for hours, right
and when I tell you you're completely wrong about me, right,
you get this tired look that says End of Discussion, right?
you knew it all before you actually met me, right?
just say it straight: you think there's nothing you could learn about me?
right?
that bloody superiority
you don't see what I see
you don't scan my colours and shades
you can't picture my love
you'll never know
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Colder than heaven
I've got to find somewhere to cross
take me to shallow waters
the light is much to dim
for somebody like me to run
this is where
I should have jumped
this is where I should have placed some trust
in the world
this is where
I should have opened my eyes
I've got to find some way to fight
these evil, creepy shadows
I'm using all my powers
just to find out where they're hiding
this is where
I should have loved
this is where I should have told them
they're forgiven
this is where
I should have opened my arms
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Fin
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©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Once you get there
walking streets in silence
with an aching need to get into something
your confusion burning while your senses tell you
it's a lovely day, see?
leaves are falling throught the golden sunlight
floating in from between the houses
how come you want to be somewhere else?
you know, the hills on the other side
are not that much more blue
once you get there
you know, the grass on the other side
is never blue like that
once you get there
you know, the light on the other side
will not appear that blue
once you get there
go bring your love to the other side
and see if it's more true
once you get there
how come you want to be somewhere else?
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Lookout
so what's the point for me to keep on looking after you?
it's like a hole wherein I'm leaving all I ever felt for you
it's a transcription of the way I used to look at you
so what's the meaning of pretending this is you, for you?
what if leaving isn't losing?
and if I tell you just how hard it is to look at you
and see an open wound reminding me of so much more than you
how would you feel if I would share
that I am losing you
I'm losing inch by inch
of wanting to look after you
what if leaving isn't losing?
what if being isn't choosing?
what if loving isn't having?
what if seeing is the price?
open up
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Attempt
what happens when you start expecting people to lie
when you see right through them as through yourself
small signs, small twitches, false expression
fake emption, fake response, quick reaction, quick defense
lying to themselves, to the world
lying to your face
what happens when you experience breathing deep
turning your face to yourself, smiling to God
happy that the earth is round, that the seasons keep turning
and that it's not you this time
this time and the next you're on the right side, living for love
but not for long, maybe
maybe another time you're too slow for yourself and the dark side
and before you know it, it's too late
and you have to start over
again
what happens when you start expecting people to lie
and you don't mind letting their business be their business
letting life and tide be the judge
does it take you further away from, or just deeper into the pit?
I don't know, I'm just talking
I'm next
every time
©1998 Live Maria Roggen
Jær
master of her
own universe
tired of the present
excited by the past
she knows where my stories will end
she's heard it all before
she's heard it all before
she's heard it all before
master of her
own universe
the stories must end
©1998 Live Maria Roggen