SONGS BY THE WIZARD EXPLODED 1969 Words and Music by KJ Gerken FLOWERS OF EVIL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flowers of Evil Marching along Flowers of Evil Singing this song But it's right and it's wrong Until the pain - is gone They live by the western wind And they smile when the tolling bell rings They are the Flowers of Evil They are the flowers that the murderers bring They are the Flowers of Evil They are the flowers that fill the air with the sweetness of death Flowers of Evil Leading the pack Flowers of Evil No more look back And it's right and it's wrong Until the pain - is gone They leave their mark on whoever they come And they destroy the last radiance of a decaying sun They are the flowers of the night They are the flowers of a beautiful decay They are the Flowers of Evil And that shed no tears for the ones who cannot pray Flowers of Evil Stand so proud Flowers of Evil Are fond of love And its right and it's wrong Until the pain - is gone They find love in the desert gardens They mock life, but revere heaven They are the flowers of the world They are the flowers that cannot be unheard They are the Flowers of Evil They are the flowers of the empty who have no place left to roam Flowers of Evil All alone Flowers of Evil Have no home And it's right and it's wrong Until the pain - is gone They are the flowers without a soul They are the flowers that never grow old They are the Flowers of Evil That brink society together to enslave society forever Flowers of Evil Nowhere to be found Flowers of Evil Lying on the ground And it's right and it's wrong Until the pain - is gone. 1966 (?) Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * EVERMORE ALWAYS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All the time you see what I see You hear the voices that I hear Evermore always Evermore always You count the days you were free You mask the silence you see Evermore always Evermore always Hurry before the darkness overcomes us Try and smile at the stars Drive the rain from the last day Bring the sun to the night... 1966 (?) Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * IMITATIONS ~~~~~~~~~~ Imitations linger on Through the neon lighted room Where infants, lie in scorn Death comes not too soon Children of the hour Take in knowledge and devour The serpentine relationships Of deaths consumptive love Imitations linger on No one knows it to be wrong Silent empty streets Are the mindless in defeat All are mindless in defeat When the fire-rainfall comes When the silent love-call comes All will realize Defeat is not too far Defeat is not so far Beneath the fearful rain Appears the deadly refuge train Running down the tracks While the decease lingers...to attack While the decease lingers to attack To attack, attack! For torture on the rack for torture on the rack all is gone all is gone the end is near the end has come All is fast consumed all consumed the fatal stroke resumed the fatal stroke resumed See the time curse decree No one know this is the end... 1966 (?) Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * THE WORLD IS JUST A DREAM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My new eyes worked for me before But I couldn't really be sure You see, it all happened when they locked the door And left me stranded evermore But yet I really couldn't see them now It was all a dream anyhow And along the road to oblivion I couldn't hear my master's voice At first I thought I lost myself But found I had no other choice But yet I really couldn't see them now It was all a dream anyhow A woman came to me and said "I didn't think you were alive but dead" I looked at her and softly wept You see she came to my mind as I slept But yet I really couldn't see her now It was all a dream anyhow And as I breathe my final breath And slowly reach for what is left I reflect on a life that was my choice In the hollowness of a desperate voice But you see I couldn't see it now It was all a dream anyhow 1967 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J Gerken * DESERTED ~~~~~~~~ I wonder why you frighten me I cannot think I cannot see The realm is all too vast for me The scenery it cannot be I see you standing all alone On an abandoned road without a home Without a home, you count your shame You see it now, it's only a game Pick it up, you cannot tell What it is now, "Go to hell" You cannot know what you are saying And you're leaving home for good I wonder what you do alone You cannot live but on a loan And who gives loans, it's so absurd The streets they tell you are preferred... 1967 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * GOD ~~~ The bible told me to be good I found no consolation God found Jesus to be but a liar I saw no future in the sky Realistic shadows bind my thoughts And sacred idols love my father not me Energy loosened in bonds of mighty armored lovers Pride told of religious pay and angels of delirium paved the way to tamed desires within lonely wishes for you and me Same, it's all the same You won't be blamed not for long and Regions of you smile lost their wishes (repeated many times) (Instrumental) Fire embraces agony (Repeated as often a possible) and there is no God 1967 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * SONG OF THE KITCHEN SINK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I lie in my stillness in the dissenting hour sprinkling ice on fruitcakes sour Please be this, what, where am I slow fast, long Anarchy in a song And who, what, where be I between my namesake and the palms Let's have another take Not that easy No replays, reruns only gifts and old age pension funds 19, 20 and thirty years too soon come with me enter the room Swallow love in an overdose inspired Frantic Not at all like fire A different degree all together true Please no more there's nothing old that's new... Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * FOR YOU - EVERYWHERE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not that which you be inside truths dynasty on feathered wings of wax and reasons to relax Is as it be I not to question that part which you were from fish to city, shy like moonlight and you everywhere And be to you as him in love an fellowship on earth gathering the rain for destiny to kiss her lips The touch, to feel your silent dreams and warmth to be your gentleness I would give name and mention too nights for touch of you and quietness Never more apart for in deep embrace deafening chimes through mist resound to call the spirits to their place Consecrated into love you as her to me Riding on a winged steed gentle in her memory 1968 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * TAKE MY HAND ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Take my hand and we'll leave this city for the coast Take my hand and we'll drink a toast to the lovers of this land Take my hand take my hand and we'll fly Come with me and we'll find contentment in our souls Come with me The river rolls and we are caught within its flow Come with me come with me and we'll fly Seasons in question we cannot control Our voices in parting shall never be sold Take my hand and we'll leave this city for the coast Take my hand and we'll drink a toast to the lovers of this land Take my hand take my hand and we'll fly 1968 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * REVENGE ~~~~~~~ Looking for the body 'twixt the flowerbeds and rice Waiting in the torture of her name Searching through the sky's abode Rehearsing in the nature of her skin Release me serpent of the night Release me followers of fright I am not the slave of your delight Searching for the body of the tabernacle and wine Exacting tears from a dark and dusky silver mine I reach for the alibi Of the silver dagger's lie And I take the seven sins And walk on furry skins to quench my thirst and heat the pain to come again and come again The wheel of returning is carved by the hands which made you and me to return as a brand Revenge is too clear in the monastery of Alchemic design and the mental scoff Loosed by the bonds and to kill with the wind Prostrate yourself before a goddess who has sinned And send me to the market place of Elysium design Release the laughter That was never mine and I'll teach you how to be the slave of the things you want your animal life... 1968 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * MIDNIGHT FANTASY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And the princess all lost in a curtain of light in the dark land of Urizon's plight dances - followed by the wizard and his fair-haired lancers alone from a land of oblivious chances where life is a cycle repeated for the pleasure of gods as she dances - And in her steps follow the Amazons one by one beyond the fullness of reason without comprehending the time and place for their treason And she dances inside the warm midnight like Shakespearean snake charmers or a decay And from behind the mood the eyes of Oberon hold all at bay to gather his potions for Titania's eyes for so long gone is the spacefull earth on which she lies And the slumber of the feast crowds upon her in a realness and a vision alone at rest beyond the earthly decision of who to love and where to go or hide the pain, do not show But from here by her innermost dreams fairness, loneliness has no meanings for her paradise is all what is her being so it shall be as so it seems. Jan - Feb 1969 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * FIELD OF SALT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have you forgotten the well-defined field of ornamentary design We are all wheat and we have not forgotten We are the locust and we have not eaten Help us if we are not there Help us if we are Oblige us with a penny for a tooth We have not been enough So shall we begin but the bus is too thin to begin with a cough Listen for we shall be drunk Drunk with the fever of our indecision of our deportation through the salt mine... Help us if we have enough... 1969 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * WAITING SONG ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am the riddler of the delphic past I am the maker of the last romance for everywhere the eyes are meeting meeting as the earth shrinks Oh everything's melting around our ears and tears, tears, the tears stolen from the eyes made blue by a sentence that is you It's true, true, all true For I was trying to use it for me in my next song So long, long gone. Oh where I to understand to use the seasons for a hand giving papers to the neighbours like Susan and Nancy at the harbour or Bridget with her saviour Was I to say it delay it or not at all So please be kind and give me a sentence to play with, to use, to call by a name as a game What a shame it was invisible truly and solemnly invincible So cable me if they have found it as I'll be here for another year to watch her tears, love's tears 1969 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * CALLER LIFE ~~~~~~~~~~~ I touched the hand that brought me here within this drudgery reading the leaves within this cup within this mystery The touch was now as I beheld the eloquence here in this waste A disappointment and a hand I fear I understand You see it's been a long time inside this prison cell The ages pass in seconds flat while pictures cast a spell in the wondrous gloom of tv tubes and armchair safaris They taught me to appreciate the stories of the rain while forcefully I tried to see the point in this rebate and found only that I could never be I could never be I could never be 1969 Copyright (c) 1969 Klaus J. Gerken * MELA-MALINDA ~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Malinda Jones Mela-Malinda, we're doing what we can Mela-Malinda, don't you understand It's a fluffy teddy bear with eyes of blue With a note attached saying "I love you" Mela-Malinda, we're doing what we can Mela-Malinda, please try to understand It's a type of tabulation, like a long long time ago Something you may see, but cannot know Oh, Mela-Malinda, it's often so upsetting Mela-Malinda there's no forgetting The seas are salted and so are tears Mela-Malinda it's been a good good year The winds you feel them blowing strong The times were right, but something's wrong The swans are flying through the air The moonlit rivers and your wavy hair Are memories Mela-Malinda, we're doing what we can Mela-Malinda, please try to understand The seas are salted and so are tears Mela-Malinda it's been a good good year. 1968 Copyright (c) Klaus J. Gerken 1969 THE END All songs Copyright (c) 1969, 1993 KJ Gerken All rights reserved. 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