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Paradoxical Nature of Creation

by Marcel Visser

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1.
Barbed Wire 04:09
Hey listen, the government is looking for volunteers They need some people for a very unusual job Remember the young days that we could wonder about Before fence placed everywhere around refrain We’ll cut the barbed wire, in the fields, the village, and in town We’ll cut the barbed wire, and then we’ll kick all the fences down down Bring them to the foundry We won’t need them anymore Hey listen, the prime minister is on the radio Dear people, let’s stop building a jail Last summer, I realized that we don’t need any fences at all So let’s get rid of them, and become hale Refrain + Solo Hey listen, the prime minister is on the radio Dear volunteers, do you need assistance? The entire parliament is getting more and more excited We are all looking forward to wander without hindrance Refrain …..we won’t need them anymore No more no more no more no more no more
2.
Our days are never counted Everything seems liquefied In the distance I hear the angels singing We are weightless and as hollow as a bamboo Our peace was shattered shattered by a pebble So very lonely lost in space Far far away from mother earth We just met Brian and Keith We leave the galaxy with the speed of light We are passing the point of no return We are weightless and as hollow as a bamboo In the distance I hear the angels calling So very lonely lost in space Far far away from mother earth We just met Brian and Keith
3.
Beachcomber 03:41
He lives in a shed made of driftwood Hidden in the dunes he lives by the breeze He’s washed ashore, he has free energy He’s not listed anywhere, and lives tax free At low tide he strolls along the beach His face is weathered by the briny sea breeze The moon is his spotlight, the sky his second skin During the summer, I’m staying with him The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second skin During this summer I’m staying with hi His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north My parents are not pleased, he’s at least twenty years my senior When the tide is in, we take a dip in the surf We stroll along the beach, and live tax free I met him in town at a family party He just sat there alone between my relatives Invited by none, a mystery guest He pulled in, and had me on the hook The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second skin During this summer I’m staying with him His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north
4.
It’s cold this morning, only two more weeks It’s cold this morning, only two more weeks Then spring begins Then spring begins A flock of seabirds flying up Someone is coming on his well-prepared bike Someone is coming on his well-prepared bike A while he stands still, a while without any practical use A while he stands still, a while without any practical use Just with his face in the wind Just with his face in the wind And then for a moment, he’s the richest man on earth And then for a moment, he’s the richest man on earth
5.
I wish that I could be with you On this special day of love Instead of being here in this Hell hole which Belgium has become Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you Make love with, love, love, love with you Friend John shot himself in the foot Just to get away from the trenches I am scared my darling Emily Men are dying all around me Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you Make love with, love, love, love with you I would like to have you just once For the satisfaction of my natural desires I just can’t live like this anymore I can’t stand it, and I don’t want to betray you Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you Make love with, love, love, love with you I want ride with, ride away with you Make love with, love, love, love with you
6.
I’m stuck on the Queen of Amsterdam She’s going to sail around Cape Horn Straight away troubles with skipper John According to him we’re a bunch of jerks Refr. They shanghaied me in The Monkey 2x In The Monkey, café The Monkey In The Monkey, café The Monkey Last night I had a dream I was food for the great white shark Caught in the act at the stern With the skipper’s wife and a good glass of wine Refr. They shanghaied me in The Monkey 8x In The Monkey, In The Monkey café The Monkey, café The Monkey
7.
Woke up late this morning, woke up, wide awake Woke up with the sound of music, and no news for today Yesterday the milkman came, and according to him It’s a little bit sinister around here, so now I’ll stop up all the cracks I know that everything is going to be all right, Soon with you by my side With kind regards from our dream castle With kind regards, I see you soon With kind regards, from our dream castle I see you soon So I went to the attic, where I nearly broke my neck Stumbling over a body, apparently a sleeping vagabond I didn’t have the nerve to wake him, so I went down stairs But I can tell you, it’s a bit shady up there I know that everything is going to be all right! Soon with you by my side Oh! I nearly forgot to say, I scratched my leg After passing the kitchen door, I fell through the wooden floor With a spinning head, and very confused I was walking in circles, shaking in my shoes But now I’m o.k. and I know that everything is going to be all right! Soon with you by my side
8.
It’s five o’clock, chaos and trouble In the station hall It’s five o’clock, it’s rush hour Work is done I want to go home It’s ten minutes past eight And I’m staring’ to the stones It’s ten minutes past eight And everybody’s calling home It’s ten o’clock, no chance to depart Still standing on platform four It’s ten o’clock, what do we do The speaker’s already gone home Delay on each and every track They say the wheels ain’t round Power broke down and computers crashed Delay on thirteen tracks Delay on fourteen tracks Delay on fifteen tracks we won’t get home today hey baby why don’t we stay I have to make one more call Then take a pizza from the wall dancing dancing, dancing in the station hall
9.
The Bogeyman 05:17
Cauliflower bobbing in the filthy water At sunset a brown rat crossing the dirty water Playing cowboy and Indian in the back garden Be careful Marcel and Johnny, stay away from the water, beware of the Bogeymen The smell of a dead dog, floating by in a gunny sack The wooden bridges and Pa standing in a small boat, a tar-brush in his hand From the depth of the water air bubbled up Look Johnny over there, isn’t that the breath of the Bogeyman Daddy! Daddy! We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67 And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I And there were all these magic songs: “Procol Harum, and that song of Petula Clark written by Charley Chaplin” Sunny afternoon, our mini swimming pool Sitting in a tub, standing in a bucket of water One night the Bogeyman appears in a terrible nightmare Big brown eyes, big mouth and thick brown hair The blue, red and yellow curtains in Mam and Dad’s pub The beer, tobacco smoke, voices of shouting farmers It came after me, thundering and thumping I ran downstairs shouting:” Mammy!” We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67 And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I And there were all these magic songs: “Penny Lane, Flowers in the rain, we love you, and the wind cries vary, how can we hang on to a dream We never saw it, “the Bogeyman” , and the breath that bubbled up, was only rotting cauliflower, on the bottom in the mud
10.
You sit on a fence, and look at the sky You’ve listened to lies, your live is passing by You cry all day long, they’ve treated me wrong And long for the night, to give up the fight Tell me why, tell me why, why Nobody will help you to build up your life So don’t wait to long, your time will be gone So gather some courage to live your own life Start using your wings and pull your own strings You can fly, you will fly, high Fly, over the mountains that prevented you from going high Make your own choice and listen to own voice You can wait for a change and good times to come But you can be sure your life will be done So get up and walk and grope in the dark At least you can say, I went my own way I’m alive, I’m alive, alive Fly, over the mountains that prevented you from going high Make your own choice and listen to own voice
11.
These Hands 03:59
Slipping and sliding and clutching to a friend Tickle your back with these warm-blooded hands Wipe your tears when there’s sorrow or pain Or raise up these hands, and make rise the flame These hands, these hands, are my friends 2x Cooking curly kale, pumping a tire Tie up a shoelace, making a fire Playing the piano, plucking the guitar Beating on bongo’s, or soaking the harp These hands, these hands, are my friends These haaaaaaands Look at these fingers, isn’t it a miracle I can do anything with them, if I want to A surreal painting, a serious letter A roof that protect us against bad weather These hands, these hands, are my friends These haaaaaaands With these hands I can feel your silky sweet hair, And wave at you from the top of the stairs With these hands, I open the window I pull up the blanket, and turn my pillow These hands, these hands, are my friends, These haaaaaaands
12.
Hello father Seafarer, what an amazing party ship I met some of your connections It’s an interesting trip Father Seafarer, have you got a moment Mr. Property developer Until now, we’ve just talk about making profit, and bit by bit it’s feeling colder around here You are teaching me about conquering the market and things like that But we never talk about the mystery of life and death Or for all I care, the paradoxical nature of creation, which interests me as well dad Look at the modern blocks you built It strikes me that they all got exactly the same staircases Isn’t that boring dad? Well son, that’s very simple, it’s true Standard staircases are cheaper, and can be delivered faster This is called business son Beauty is emotion son Grow up son!
13.
Tuna 04:28
Nobody knows exactly for whom Nobody knows exactly how fishing net of nineteen nine thousand feet Nobody knows exactly what for Nobody knows exactly why I’ll guess it has something to do with greed Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea Lend me your voice, your arms and legs So I can save myself, and maybe the silent majority Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea Lend me your voice, your arms and legs So I can jump back into where I belong Nobody knows exactly what Nobody knows exactly how much 999999 thousand tinned fishes on board Nobody knows exactly when Nobody knows exactly what next 999999 thousand creatures in one catch Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea Lend me your voice, your arms and legs So I can jump back into the deep blue sea Oh! Lady, thanks on behalf of the whole school Oh! Fisherman, catch me if you can I know I’m tasty, You’ve got a lovely daughter Today I’m not for sale I’m Tuna, I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea
14.
Caroline, do you feel the ground Do you hear that awful sound? Today is the day, that the GCB’s are coming this way Refr. Waa-aaa, oeh yeh, a swan song for a living wilderness A last taste, and let’s get out of here Everything grows illegal here Ooh aaa-aaa, ooh yeh The new development plan Rigid offices, my concrete cage of steel and glass And a factory for chewing gum The sick building syndrome Refrain Mister and misses, please don’t walk a way I’ll found blood sweat and tears on my way You could help me a lot, By pushing the heavy GCB out of the mud Refrain You could help me a lot, By pushing the heavy GCB out of the mud Refrain
15.
Still Alive 03:08
Would you like to upgrade me now? click me with your mouse I guess I’m stuck with you, no don’t show me this again Please tell me the good news, it’s maybe our last night I don’t want to go on with your replica, he’s always standing on one leg Refr. It’s June twenty third twenty-nine It’s June twenty third and man is still alive, He works on a mass production mega-barn The last place to take a look Black clouds bring white snow, White snow brings black clouds One hundred twenty-four Chihuahuas on the cat, catwalk One hundred twenty-four Chihuahuas on the cat, catwalk Refr. …… still alive

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Songs written in my musical years and now put on this album for you to enjoy.

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released September 22, 2016

Marcel Visser vocal, guitars, bass guitar, electric guitars, keyboards, percussion, blues harp
Rick Duijs drums on 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8
Thijs Visser keyboards on 1, 13
Wilma Smit, Jacqueline Smit, Cees Veenbrink vocal on 7
Robert van Rossen all instruments on 11
Aaf Peter percussion 0n 12, 14

All Songs by Marcel Visser
Except: 8. By Marcel Visser & Bertus Pater
10. By Marcel Visser & Robert van Rossen
Additional sonicas, recording, mixed and
produced by Erik Teljeur, Soundwave Studio Wijdenes
Record Sleeve developed by RecordSleeveCompany
Photos by Dirk Visser
With special thanks to Caroline, Bram, Thijs, Tine, Erik, Bertus,
Robert, Rob, Paul, Rick, Aaf, Wilma, Jacqueline, Cees, Louis, Carla, Dirk.
All rights reserved, © 2016 Marcel Visser

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