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Two new songs are currently in the making. I've finished "count on me". Maybe I will have to adapt the lyrics a little when Holger actually sings them. The other song will be called "maybe". So far I've completed the chorus and one verse. Here is

count on me

life ain't easy
can be a real bitch
when you keep missing the pitch
make a living
scraping up scraps
luck don't seem to fall in your lap

you're defeated
once in a while
while you try to show a fake smile
you're despondent
you worry and doubt
'cause you don't see a way out

when your life gets tough and rough, a boat in troubled sea
I am there as your safe port, you can count on me

in dire straits
call me, text me, count on me
don't hesitate
call me, text me, count on me

your life's groundswell
goes down and goes up
the trip only ends when you stop
to just give up
is no way to go
you gotta get on with the show

don't look back, girl
try looking ahead
life isn't all fear and dread
times can be hard
feel like you were cursed
with help you can get through the worst

when your life gets tough and rough, a boat in troubled sea
I am there as your safe port, you can count on me

in dire straits
call me, text me, count on me
don't hesitate
call me, text me, count on me

Craig

To my surprise I heard from Craig again after four and a half years. He has set my lyrics "floating" to music. It has become a wonderfully romantic and melancholic song: Craig Pavone: floating

He modified the lyrics a little:

in my youth I had a recurring dream
a young woman aroused my desire
when I moved away I couldn’t trust my eyes
I saw her, and my heart was on fire

when I saw that girl I was back in my dream
lost in its spell, floating downstream

I spot her somewhere downtown each day
I can't tear my eyes from the sight
the dark cold world is ever frozen in time
I'm stunned as she shines in the light

when I saw that girl I was back in my dream
lost in its spell, floating downstream

when I see that girl I'm back in my dream
I'm lost in its spell, floating downstream

I'm working hard - translating my own stuff

I have decided that I will provide translations of my songs in my next show, therefore, I have begun translating the songs from the setlist into German. That is actually what professional translators do: translating from the foreign language into their own first language. Except that I wrote the lyrics I'm now translating myself.

A radio station in my former home province has a program called "lyrix" where German translations of English lyrics are read, then the original song is played. The translations are done with much love and great care, trying to match and convey the sentiment of the songs. I often thought "wow, that's the story or message of that particular song, I'd never have thought that - and how beautifully phrased". You know, I normally don't listen too closely to the words of the songs played on the radio. As most listeners I often just get the hook. Now I will try to translate my own stuff with as much care and love so people can see how wonderful my lyrics actually are ;-) It's hard work, actually!

Janus face

... will be the title for the as yet untitled lyrics. Maybe it is telling too much in terms of interpreting the text but at least it sounds good by itself ;-)

too much of too little

Done :-)

when we met I thought my dire days were over
I thought I'd found the one and only love
with you I would not be the rootless rover
eventually we would be hand and glove

but
all you offer is the shadow of a kiss
what I get is the cheap copy of real bliss
you're just a surrogate lover -
maybe I should give it a miss

'cause
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough

you say you love me but how can I believe you
are you into it with your heart and soul
it's not quite the way that I seem to perceive you
'cause all we do is talk or take a stroll

all you offer is the shadow of a kiss
what I get is the cheap copy of real bliss
you're just a surrogate lover -
maybe I should give it a miss

'cause
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough

maybe I've been a loner for much too long
and I run out of patience much too fast
maybe what I'm expecting is vain and wrong
maybe it's just the dead hand of my past

still
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough


'Standard' pop structure: verse - lift - chorus - verse lift - chorus - bridge - chorus