Down by the river
it's cold i shiver
alone

lay on the grass
i pass out

my world is not the same

dreams are slowly getting shallow
green is slowly turning yellow

Small shoulders of a tall young man
tried to hold the violin
sliding over strings
attached from bottom to its neck
with his first stroke the violin broke

pulled a long sad face on the street
with his mouth he tried to make this beat
but his spit came in the way
next the busstop stood a man he said
son better change the thing you play

asking will this journey never end
while he's sitting in the bus next to the same man
suddenly this store got his attention while he drawed threw the window saw a guiter in a stand

his bloodcirculation starts increasing
eyes expanding bigger his heart cries pleased
so he jumped out from the bus
runs the store in what he thrusts
hugged the wood and placed it on his leg

I've been serving all my life
it takes time for some explaining
but you won't really understand this?
it takes years and years and years of training

irresponsible for actions
modern pirates can distract us
simply by selling us the dream
which is stolen of those screaming

are you army

they are not serving any army
and he's not serving any, are you?
i'm not born to answer questions
when y'allready have the message, remember

it's the same air that we're breathing
over here and over far clear seas
listen lungs don't feel a difference
yet our minds learn from experience

serving the great navy

it's diggin' in your own grave
cause souls can never be slaves
we will decompose to sand
then we all resurrect happy or sad in one land

close your eyes when you are listening to me
feel the death when it starts whispering to you
listen these words don't rase no feelings
but some folks always sence a certain meaning

are you army serving the great navy till death do us part?

i'd rather die on my feet then live on my knees

My father was a man
my mother was a soldier
fighting hand in hand
left their voice accross the border
back in 1975

my father was a general
my mother was the colonel
both on the same mission
but guess who made the calls?
back in 1975

they were affraid
yes they missed their homes
but then stopped worrying
in '75

my father is a minor
and my mother is a major
a symphony together
made a harmony forever

starting 19 man '75