"WISH YOU WERE HERE"

PINK FLOYD 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPL_SV3n7IU 

 So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

"MESMER"

COUSTEAU 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gHeYDMGWS0

 Hey, hey what became of you
And change, had it changed your tune
How long you wade inside the swirling swirling pool
Just in your own way

For miles, miles now i've been led
These wild, wild things in your head
Lead me blindly down where angels fear to tread
Just in your own way

Now can you feel, can you feel a change
It's circled 'round, it's come back down again
But i'll no longer shower here in someone else's rain
Just in your own way

Now time gets the best of you
Of wine and celestial views
Keep me anchored, keep me sane
Keep me confused
Just in your own way

Now you been lead, you been wildly spun
In rumours net, rumours i've become
Keep me shining in the artificial sun
Just in your own way....

"COME ON UP TO THE HOUSE"

TOM WAITS 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUE-ic_Q0g4 

 Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin in the world

There's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house

"BIG IN JAPAN"

TOM WAITS 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVdfDoXHdZc 

 I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face
I got the bread but not the butter
I got the winda but not the shutter

But I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan But heh I'm big in Japan

I got the house but not the deed
I got the horn but not the reed
I got the cards but not the luck
I got the wheel but not the truck

But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan

I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation
On its knees I got the rooster I got the crow
I got the ebb I got the flow

I got the powder but not the gun
I got the dog but not the bun
I got the clouds but not the sky
I got the stripes but not the tie

But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan

Heh ho they love the way I do it
Heh ho there's really nothing to it

I got the moon I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster I got the crow
I got the ebb I got the flow

I got the sizzle but not the steak
I got the boat but not the lake
I got the sheets but not the bed
I got the jam but not the bread

But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan

"STILLHETEN EFTERPÅ"

ROLF JACOBSEN 

Prøv å bli ferdige nu
med provokasjonene og salgsstatistikkene,
søndagsfrokostene og forbrenningsovnene,
militærparadene, arkitektkonkurransene
og de tredobbelte rekkene med trafikklys.

Kom igjennom det og bli ferdige
med festforberedelser og markedsføringsanalyser
for det er sent,
det er alt for sent,
bli ferdige og kom hjem
til stillheten efterpå
som møter deg som et varmt blodsprøyt mot pannen
og som tordenen underveis
og som slag av mektige klokker
som får trommehinnene til å dirre
for ordene er ikke mere til,
det er ikke flere ord,
fra nu av skal alt tale
med stemmene til sten og trær.

Stillheten som bor i gresset
på undersiden av hvert strå
og i det blå mellemrommet mellom stenene.

Stillheten
som følger efter skuddene og efter fuglesangen.

Stillheten
som legger teppet over den døde
og som venter i trappene til alle er gått.

Stillheten
som legger seg som en fugleunge mellem dine hender,
din eneste venn.

THE SILENCE AFTERWARDS

Try to be done now

with the provocations and sales statistics,

the Sunday breakfasts and incinerators,

the military parades, the architecture competitions

and the triple rows of traffic lights.

Get through it and be done

with the party preparations and marketing analyses

for it’s too late,

it’s far too late,

be done with it and come home

to the silence afterwards

that meets you like a hot spurt of blood against your forehead

and like the thunder on the way

and the chimes of mighty bells

that make your eardrums quiver

for words are no more,

there are no more words,

from now on everything will speak

with the voices of stones and trees.

-

The silence that lives in the grass

on the underside of each blade

and in the blue intervals between the stones.

The silence

that follows after the shots and the bird-song.

The silence

that lays a blanket over the one who is dead

and that waits on the stairs until everyone is gone.

The silence

that nestles like a fledgling between your hands,

your only friend.