Kerim Arhan

Who´s the king of hipocrisy, 

I do not know. 

Who´s the master of manipulation,  

I do not know. 

Who will answer your dreams so sweet,  

I do not know. 

Who´s the master of  your own creation,  

I do not know.  

It will all resolve somehow, 

It will all resolve somehow my friend. 

They are so far away from the things that they claim, 

they are lightyears away from the statements they make. 

Don´t you listen to hard my friend, 

I know. 

To opinions that come from the wrong place,   

I know 

They´ll all dissolve somehow,  

they´ll all dissolve somehow my friend. 

They are so far away from the things that they claim, 

they are lightyears away from the statements they make. 

I can´t hear what they say, I can´t concentrate. 

My legs are numb as I walk down the stairs. 

I invite the chill it takes me, somewhere else. 

Her hair is wet, her shades are greasy from the wax, 

the streetlights hit the pavement in the rain. 

The sun has bleached the roof, the walkways are turning loose. 

I´m on the corner about to cross the street, 

the heat from an exhaustpipe burnt my jeans. 

Her hair is wet,  there´s nothing heavy in her purse. 

Imaginary girl has flashed away. 

As I reached the city´s heart, my instincts turned around. 

I search my pockets and I pack my bags, 

my boardingpass is floating, jagged edge. 

Like a farewell right by the gate I just wont cry, 

I never really thought or wondered why. 

Catch the wave now while you can, don´t look by and cry again 

Don´t look back now,  

be a man. 

Having breakfast on the porch trying to make amends, 

the dry wind brushing off the table and it makes no sense. 

The sun climbs up on the mountaintop trying to make a change, 

keep the things that you care for close wthin your range, 

cause you can´t turn the clock around man, 

turn the clock around. 

And at times the these words are lingering that there is a way, 

there will be a brighter morning it just isn´t today. 

Turning off the taperecorder above which on the wall, 

elephant with golden frame is waiting for your call, 

to turn the clock around man, 

turn the clock around. 

The lamp hangs off the kitchen ceiling If I knew then what i know now, 

crack my knuckles, clench my fingers If only I knew how. 

The flashing redlights on the tower well I can´t really say, 

What’s awaiting round the corner but just for today,  

I’ll turn the clock around man, 

turn the clock around. 

My senses had been kissed,  by a fragile turn,  

a trans was dismissed and my will was earned. 

Seducted like by a hurricane. 

Saying where is Acadia road to the man on the bus info-phone. 

On the bus away from downtown, 

faces, time left traces as with my own I take it. 

Thinking where am I really at now 

Where am I really at now 

I pulled the wire that gives the signal for the driver to stop. 

Head upfront and look outside Saying “sir driver”.  

Where is  Acadia road. 

Do I get of at this stop. 

When I was like, fifteen, I was lying on a field pretty near my house, 

watching a movie by myself and in this movie they were watching another one. 

But that place is all gone now, buried under a house. 

Down a fragile turn followed by the trees, 

could swear the ground would spin at the movement of my feet. 

You said to me, I might be mean. 

That's a new thought. 

I said to you, the usual old thing, 

that you don't care. 

After that I left and I went for a ride 

After that I left and I think that I cried 

After that I couldn't help but to smile 

A crack in my breath that mislead my relief for a while 

I like to drink every now and again, 

I will get drunk every now and again. 

Look at the sky and the night will pretend, 

that it only gets so light and that time has no end. 

After that I left and I went for ride 

While the moon was embracing the children of night 

Leaving a pause giving way to the light 

The noise from engines mislead my relief for a while 

After that I left and I went for a ride 

After that I left and I think that I cried 

After that I couldn't help but to smile 

A crack in my breath that mislead my relief for a while 

I came to you just like the fool 

that you told me I was. 

After that I left and I went for a ride 

A bird escapes the sunlight, a wind confronts the sea, 

a brief meeting with a friend to see to today ahead. 

Get on with it. 

The recoil from thousand states of mind that long, 

it ain’t about forgiveness when you’ve consciously done wrong. 

Get on with it. 

Pictures of memories appear in my mind,  

they drown and they float up again. 

You’re tan is perfect love,  you look beautiful today, 

You speak just like an angel, with hair of shiny hay. 

Get on with it. 

Pictures of memories appear in my mind, 

they drown and they float up again.  

It ain’t complicated, you fucking hypocrite, 

You ain’t the slightest crazy, you’re just so full of it. 

Get on with it. 

Pictures of memories appear in my mind, 

they drown and they float up again. 

I don’t know what to think about the way things have become,  

in the backyard there's a rattling fan screeching with doubt.  

As I cannot  change or take back thing’s that I said or things that I’ve done, 

if I suggested we’d go dancing on a mountain top now than would you come. 

Everything is changing, it’s happening so fast, 

you’re bursting like a rocket, on a journey through the past. 

Your´re running like a race horse, A dog without a bone, 

you’ve always been the one to make it on your own. 

I woke from laughter on a comedy show tt a quarter to two, 

the blinds were coming down from where the chandeliers stand and my thoughts were on you. 

You know I’ve been trying hard to make my plans come true but then you know hey, 

I’ve got everything I need right here and right now at the end of the day.  

Everything is changing, it’s happening so fast, 

you’re bursting like a rocket, on a journey through the past. 

Your´re running like a race horse, A dog without a bone, 

you’ve always been the one to make it on your own. 

The wall is rising higher it seems tonight but for whatever it’s worth, 

Don’t let it paralyse it’ll throw you right back to the face of the earth. 

Beautiful day blowing away, 

Beautiful day coming your way.  

I left for the west for salt and for breeze, 

farther from you, closer to we. 

The sparkles from the glittering sun glow within you all around, 

I saw the coast-line fields inhale, I heard you flickering your nails. 

Pink is your top, sea-shells surround, 

Like waves round your waist, I long and I wait. 

One of the wild dogs sat by my side, 

waiting for something thirsting like I. 

The sparkles from the glittering sun glow within you all around 

turns red and jolt-like through my head 

and forms the words that you had said  

It's only minutes up the road, I´ll find som shadow and unload, 

I saw the windmills whip the soil, up under exhaustion dripping oil. 

The king of birds has gone adrift, the waters falling down the cliff, 

the chalk-white walls, black iron-bars, the treetops swaying through the park.