Over The Hill

I can see some men walking in town
And I can hear them talking just like fools
And they just walk in their dreams
And they just go with the stream
But they’d better look at what ‘s real
So they will see over the hill
And they can bring to their sides
So many light in the night
And they can bring to their sides
So many joys in their life
I can see some kids running in town
And they just keep on playing the game
And they just walk in their dreams
And they just go with the stream
But they ‘D better look at what ‘s real
So they will see over the hill
And they can bring to their sides
So many lights in the night
And they can bring to their sides
So many joys in their life
I can see some people made like men
And they wonder why they all look the same

City Flowers

They grow everywhere in the city
Like weeds in a daisy field
They grow everyday in the city
They’re all around you
They are encercling you
Just like a prey, day after day

Their silhouette deforms the skyline
Keeping the sun from shining
The sunbeams edge right and left in search of the way
And finally finish their life as giant shadows
Shadows of concrete
Shadows of sadness
I don’t wanna see all these shadows
Twenty years of my life are gone
And since I’ve been here
I’m looking through the window of my room
In search of the sun, of the moon, of a hill of a river, of a glade
But all around me there is only
Odour of concrete
Colour of sadness
The city flowers are in power
Odour of concrete
Colour of sadness
I don’t wanna see all these towers around me

Walking all alone in a long long a long white corridor
So alone on this floor
I hear people cry in the flat number 9
I hear people laugh in the flat number 6
Walking all alone in a long long long white corridor
So alone on this floor
I hear people cry in the flat number 9
I hear people laugh in the flat number 6
Walking all alone in a long long long white corridor
So alone on this floor
I hear words of love
I hear words of hate
I hear daily words
Going down in a dark narrow lift
So alone in that lift
I hear people cry on the floor number 5
I hear people laugh on the floor number 4
I hear words of love
I hear words of hate
I hear daily words
On the floor number 3
number 2
number 1
Now I’m out
I’m free

I’m Not A Loser

He was the first born, the first son of daddy dear
The first son of mummy dear
At the kindergarten he was always the first to finish his wee-wee
At four o’clock he was the first to put all his toys back in place
He liked to hear people say: he ‘s been as good as gold
When mummy dear came to fetch him at school
He liked to hear people say : he ‘s been as good as gold.

” I must always be the first
there ‘s no other way for me
well I say it to you guys, it ‘s not a game !
I’m the first, the first one, I’m not a loser
No no no no no I’m not a loser
No no no no no I’m not a loser
I must hold all the winning cards”

Years never changed a thing
He was always in the foreground
The first to answer, the favourite of the teacher
He was the champion of the football team
And even with the girls he was the best, the hardest
A real ladies man, well a real romeo !

” I must always be the first
there ‘s no other way for me
well I say it to you guys, it ‘s not a game !
I’m the first, the first one, I’m not a loser
No no no no no I’m not a loser
No no no no no I’m not a loser
Well I’m a winner ”

At work he continued to be the first
Quickly he became the best employee of the office
He was the favourite of the boss
He was always the first one to arrive
You could see him at six o’clock
The first in the queue at the bus stop
No matter if he caused pain all around him
He crushed all on his way
Only one thing mattered to be the first
He was the champion of the business
Soon he had his own firm
Soon he ‘ll be a millionaire
The beginning of the monopoly was there !
Take a train, take a rolling train
Take a train, take a rolling train
Oh! running on all over the country, day and night
His affairs quickly became the first in U.S.A.
Super clothes,super shoes, a superman
Super business,super benefits, super dollars,a superman
Super car, super women, super children, a superman
Super lover, super robber, super clear, he was a superman

“Oh business all over the world
I’m not a loser
I’m a winner, I’ve got what I wanted
I’m the greatest
The N°1

It ‘s alright man, it ‘s alright
You ‘re the N°1 of the loneliness
The first alone !

The Dictators

Everywhere they ‘re on the earth
Everywhere they ‘re waiting for you
Everywhere look around you
Everywhere just before your face
Everywhere ready day and night
Everywhere they’re on the earth
Everywhere little sergeants
Everywhere want to become emperors

Hey you ! Do you think you ‘ re a god ?
Hey you ! Maybe you think you are God
Hey you ! I know you think you are more !
Hey you ! I know you think you are more !

You the saviour, you ‘re just a dictator
Just an animal thirsty for blood
Coming to save the country
But you’re slowly killing it with your medieval laws
Go home ! Sergeant don’t try to be an emperor
Go home ! Don’t try to be a king
Go home ! little Ayatollah don’t try to be a president
Listen to me stupid we all know you’ve got power
You’ve got petrol, iron, diamonds, uranium, gas, brass
And anything you want
But we’ll never be directly responsible to you
Even if we must blow up with our nuclear power stations
It will be your fault, but I know you don’t care about it !

Living in Africa, Arabia, Latin America, Indonesia
Do you believe you impress the world
With your grand parade and your golden rolls-royce ?
We don’t see you
We just see your people living in misery
I know you say your prisons are empty
Yes, but your graveyards are full
Listen to me stupid we all know you’ve got power
You ‘ve got petrol, iron, diamonds, uranium, gas, brass
And anything you want
But we ‘ll never be directly responsible to you
Even if we must blow up with our nuclear power stations !
You Van Halteren, you ‘re just a dictator
Just an old racist thirsty for hate.
Coming to save the city
But you’re slowly killing it with your medieval laws
Go home ! V.H. don’t try to be a censor
Go home ! Don’t try to be a chief
Go home ! Little burgomaster don’t try to judge young people
Listen to me stupid we all know you’ve got power
You’ve got bludgeons, cops, money, your F.B.I., C.I.A.
And anything you want
But we’ll never ever be depending on you
Even if we must get punched nose to enjoy rock and roll
It will be better than to be obedient to you

Everyday in the early morning I judge, I judge
Everyday in the early morning I judge, I judge
Walk on, Walk on people
Walk on, walk on people
Close your eyes God is here !