Jump on the heatwave
To places  so cool
Where you melt like an icecream
Be a drop what you do
On a hot summer day
When the music is calling
And the heat of the  sand makes you dance
The dance of  the army of those who no longer are the working class heroes they want you to be

She sometimes thinks
But often doesn't
She often speaks
Nobody hears
She smiles a lot
But only sometimes
It is a smile
Right from her heart
The things she wants
Are far away
And in her dreams
They all come through
But in the morning
It is the song
That has been playing all along

In general most wars are pointless
In general children get killed
In general  cities do vanish
In general the missiles hit
The general takes the decisions
But in general he does not smell
the smell of fire
In general he does not hear the people scream
In general  he only counts the hits and all the rest generally is seen as calculated side effects
He gives the orders
To push the ****
To fly the jet
To drop the bomb
It is precision but that's precisely the problem of a general war

Did you meet mister know it all
He only speaks but never listens
He knows all answers anyway
Hear him talking to himself
Believing all his little secrets
Believing all his little lies
And when night comes
He'll be dreaming
All the lies are his very own truth
While actually his knowing all
Just hides the fact that other people
Just know him as the guy nextdoor
The nameless man  who is unknown
Who sees nobody in the eyes
Because he is simply insecure
The man nobody knows at all

The pretty girl from the present
That 's how others called her
The plain girl from the past as she saw herself
She looked for the rainbow
But found her depression
A mind full of clouds which ended in teardrops rolling from her once so clear eyes
All good she once had
It had slipped through her fingers as the end of what once was a brand new  beginning of a beautiful day

She never danced not in the open
But once she closed her dark blue eyes
She was the centre of the party
She heard the sounds of all the laughter
Glasses full or  being filled
She was the princess of the non existing empire
Of the wallflowers that blossom on an extraordinary day

Silence can scream
Screams can make silent
Words can be loud
Stopping others from speaking
The future is far
But is also tomorrow
And tomorrow is always just hours away
Maybe time is yours
As the clock ticks in silence
All forgotten memories
Are still stored in your mind
Whisper or scream
Whatever is needed for
tongues and  mouths  telling
The lies that are truth and the truth that is lied - Heerings February 2015