Lenny

Lenny

Little Lenny
holds his grandmother’s hand
a strong wind’s blowing
in a river land

Going to the bakery
where he starts to sing
Four years of innocence
he’s the king

He sings about a woman
who flirts with every guy
and some bible belt ladies
give him an angry eye

Lenny knew it from the start
he was born to be a star
and be a music man
playing air guitar

Lenny does a playback
in front of a crowd
On a badminton racket
he’s playing so loud

at night he’s dreaming
he’s in a rock ‘n roll band
than he starts screaming
on a stage of quicksand

Lenny knew it from the start
he was born to be a star
and be a music man
playing air guitar
Little Lenny

the dream girl couldn't sleep

The Dream Girl Couldn’t Sleep

When the dream girl sighs
she’ll take you away
over the mystic doorstep
to a forest…. far away

she will paint in colors
on the wall of fate
she will draw the curtains
of a translucent state

the dream girl couldn’t sleep at night
she’s busy invading dreams
sowing the seeds of love
on a lucid reverie

she will hunt you down
and haunt your dream
of love and emotion
and silent screams

she will linger on
face the mirror of your soul
like a newborn baby
without a goal

the dream girl couldn’t sleep at night
she’s busy invading dreams
sowing the seeds of love
on a lucid reverie

dream girl dream a dream girl

Vampire

She’s a vampire
but she won’t bite
she’s a vampire
she’s out of sight

she’s a vampire
she steals your heart
for the moon
is ready to part

on the night shift
asleep at day
a pale diamond
a moonlight serenade

She loves to play the cello
a little slow and mellow
move her fingers on a string
and make you think you’re the king

Like a fairy
with round cheeks
she always finds
but never seeks
Vampire …

Blues and the Muse

I’ve got the blues, I’ve got my shoes
I’ve got a muse and nothing to lose
carry my guitar on my back
I pick a flower on the lonesome track

the troubadour writes. the troubadour sings
about dirty angels losing their wings
the troubadour dives into the sea
riding the waves on a desert tree

and I’m going round and round
feel the rhythm hear the sound

a place for noble man to go
into the alleys of the soul
into the gutters of the mind
into the dawn…. that was left behind

I ‘ve got the blues. i’ve got my shoes
I’ve got a muse and nothing to lose
carry my guitar on my back
I travel the roads….and don’t look back

and I’m going round and round
feel the rhythm hear the sound

Ocean of Love

The Siren won’t sing today

The siren used to come out and play
like a muse she showed the way
her songs blew the night away
and gave birth to a brighter day

Slowly slip sliding away
it led the senses allay
like a flower in a field of May
like a soul on all saint’s day

Now the shores are full of hearsay
about the siren stranded today
how the sun turned her into clay
and the siren won’t sing today

Stranded today
on the sand she lay
like a flower in May
that was blown away

she won’t sing today
the siren won’t sing today

The music man

The Music Man

The music man thinks of the place
where the muse had passed with so much grace
was it real or was it a dream?
Sometimes things are not what they seem

One thing he learned from the days
when the whirlwinds held him in their sways
music is the language of the soul
there is no escape from the whole

and if you trod along the road
take a look at the inner side
discover the path to the mystery that you hide
and open your heart for the god’s favorite art

music,
listen to the music
feel the music…
and the siren sang
music man play the music while you can

Catch a Lightning Ray

When I feel the lightning wanna strike me today
and rains of confusion are coming my way

I will be running find a place to hide
on the slippery roads I try to stride

I gotta keep on going along the way
I gotta keep on running and catch a lightning ray

Serene

Serene i feel
the embrace of a smile
and all i want
is to stay for a while
the island dream
slumbers in here
the sirens song
like a whisper in my ear

serene like a dream
taking me away
serene like the night
encounters the day
the doors of your room
lead me back to the isle
where songs are made
with the embrace
of a smile

crawling the waves of my soul
i hear the song
that makes me feel whole
the touch of your wings
make me fly
and I …. feel serene

serene like a dream
taking me away
serene like the night
encounters the day
and the doors of your room
lead me back to the isle
where songs are made
with the embrace
of a smile

This song is a bonus track only available when you download Troubadour Electrique Anthology