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Oh, Lydia!

Written By: Markus Sandberg

Oh, Lydia!

1.
It’s probably not important
but then again:
what is really important?
What’s worth to talk about?
So I might just as well tell you
What happened the other day,
in the evening,
when I watched a TV-show,
you know the kind
you wish you just could wind…
… away
But they are there to stay,
there’s nothing you can do
My desperation grew
I was compelled to watch it all way through
I found myself sitting there
didn’t really care
about anything no more

They are draining my mind
turning me into their kind
they deprive me of my psyche
I am loosing control
I am trapped in a role
imposed by media
Oh, Lydia!
Please don’t leave me alone
in my grief and my moan
Show me a way out of this hell
Lead me back to your love,
help me to raise above
dulling trivia
Oh, Lydia:
Tell me you’re not one of them!
If you are, then I’m deep in a jam
No escape, no way out:
I am damned.

2.
I finally got away, though
but if I may say so
it was an experience
I sure could do well without
I never since have watched TV
In fact you won’t see me
in this city,
I am leaving now,
somehow I’ll have to find
a life of other kind
Yes, I know
I still have way to go
but I am on my way
It’s better than to stay
It’s better than just killing one more day
So Lydia, if you hear me:
I still want you near me
but in a better life

They are draining my mind
turning me into their kind
they deprive me of my psyche
I am loosing control
I am trapped in a role
imposed by media
Oh, Lydia!
Please don’t leave me alone
in my grief and my moan
Show me a way out of this hell
Lead me back to your love,
help me to raise above
dulling trivia
Oh, Lydia:
Tell me you will come with me!
'Cause together we won’t have to run:
we can steadily walk
to the sun!

Kind of Blind

Written By: Markus Sandberg

Kind of blind

Oh, there’s such a long way to go
So many things that I ought to know
I think I must step aside
I think I just need to rest a while
But I shall watch when you go (oh-oh-oh...)

See how many concepts to be
But they don’t seem to be fit for me
So many efforts in vain
So many words that are all the same
Like songs with no melody (dii-di-dii..)

........................

Fine, I’ll have to make up my mind
But it will certainly take some time
I know I must hold my own
Yet I don’t want to be left alone
It makes me feel kind of blind (ai ai ai...)

Laika

Written By: Markus Sandberg

LAIKA

Farewell my friend, yes: farewell
Facing the end let me tell
you this will wound
me as much as you
but I do think
it’s best for me, too

We’ve had good times, yes: we’ve had
sharing our lives – it’s so sad
to split up now,
not keeping the vow
we once made
never to be betrayed

You’ll be far away
the stars shall sway
you whereas I will stray
on my own...
alone

...........

Take my soul to you
reunify us once again
and then
let me die.

Jim, Probably

Written By: Markus Sandberg

I
How should I say...
I never find the words...
And then again
even if I do find them...
They sound so weird, and...
like spoken with his voice...

But anyway, or you know...
well there's not really
much to say...
Although in a certain way
it's kind of funny
I can't recall his name.

I think it was Jim
or then it was John
It could have been William
but it sure wasn't Tom
he had a sister or two
and a brother called Lou
And they were the ones
who really made me do...

But please don't ask me to tell
'cause I couldn't recall...
It was a hell, hell, hell
let me forget about all...
I don't know who you are...
What time is it now?
I think I must move my car...

...................

II
My doctor says
that time will heal all wounds
Well; thats just crap
but I'd better stick to that
Although I doubt
that he's really worth his pay...

If Jim were here,
or John, or William...
Oh, forget the names –
they all sound just the same!
Open the window!
And please turn on the lights!

Why are my feet always cold
when I'm thinking of Jim?
Am I just growing old
or was there something in him?
You know his brother, this Lou,
with his sister or two,
they made me do...
Oh no, it's all too grim...

So please don't ask me to tell
'cause I couldn't recall...
It was a hell, hell, hell
let me forget about all...
But Jim, wherever you are,
please listen to this:
I certainly wish that you
somehow... would miss me, too.