Flowers
Oh, what a symphony
Your voice was melody
Your heart a mellow beat
And your love harmony
And I was nobody
A soul with no identity
You held me in your arms
And called it family
Your blood, your blood
Is running through my heart
Your blood, it’s your blood
You know me like nobody else
With all my weaknesses and strengths
And there is no need to pretend
You love me just the way I am
You have always put your dreams
In second place behind my needs
How could it all just come to me
When I did nothing but to be
Your blood, your blood
Is running through my heart
Your blood it’s your blood
And I never bought you flowers
How could I, how could I forget
And all the love you’ve given
I’ll try to pass it on the best I can
You are my anchor in the blue
That I can always hold onto
I guess it is because of you
I’ve learned to see the glass half full
You gave me roots so I could grow
To become whatever I want
I hope that one day I will be
Somebody half as good as you
Your blood, your blood
Is running through my heart
Your blood it’s your blood
And I never bought you flowers
How could I, how could I forget
And all the love you’ve given
I’ll try to pass it on the best I can
© Rolo
Too Blind
I left a thousand roses
right on your doorstep,
But you just don’t see them no mo’.
Spent endless hours thinking about you,
But I guess you just don’t care no mo’.
And everywhere – everywhere I go,
I see pictures of you and me.
Laughing and crying,
and fighting just to reconcile,
I had all you need in life.
But all through the cold winter nights,
You were there by my side.
I didn’t realize,
what you had inside.
All through the cold winter nights,
You were there by my side.
I guess that I was too blind,
to see the world inside your eyes…
the world inside your eyes
Sometimes when you have it all,
you may forget to be greatful.
I’m sorry that I took for granted
the most precious thing a man could
ever find in his life.
Had the whole world in my hand,
Oh how could I just let it fall?
I wish that I could turn back time,
to the point when you were mine,
so I would make it right.
But all through the cold winter nights,
You were there by my side.
I didn’t realize,
What you had inside.
All through the cold winter nights,
You were there by my side.
I guess I was too blind,
to see the world inside your eyes…
the world inside your eyes
Now I don’t even know,
what It was I kept trying to find.
Should’a just put you on a throne,
and gave you everything you wanted,
made you my own queen
Ref
© Rolo
Fake News
Fake news, all around
On the radio, on the TV-show
It feels like something is going wrong
Brainwash, ARTICHOKE
Know what’s on your mind
You’re so predictable
Shake the right hands
In the right backrooms
And you’re going to be
The king tomorrow
Had a bad dream last night
The world was on fire
And no one gave a fuck about it.
Little girls from Sweden
Were holding speeches
To a crowd of deaf people
Black sheep, what has he done?
He spoke the truth.
He blew the whistle, man
Let’s lock him up behind bars
Raindrops, on the floor
Level rising slowly
Until the river flows
Run river, river run carefree
You’ll find your way back to the open sea
Science on the sidelines
Clowns in the limelight
The house is on fire
But it seems to be alright
Run people, people run
Please someone
Ring the alarm
‘cos it’s time to wake up now
Had a bad dream last night
The world was on fire
And no one gave a fuck about it
Little girls from Sweden
Were holding speeches
To a crowd of deaf people
Is it really all,
Is it really all about the money?
Is it really all,
Is it really all about the money?
Ref
© Rolo
Thieves
Stand in line, wasting time
Feel the sunshine burn your skin
Funny times, troubled minds
Getting lost in purple dreams
Your expectations
Were a little too high
Imagination
Makes you feel alright
Now I ain’t got a penny in the pocket
But I feel like a rich man
I’m not even a rich man’s son
Keep an eye on the thieves
Cos they’ll come for your dreams
I’m not even a rich man
I’m not even a rich man’s son
Heard the word on the street
Is that talk is still cheap
Now I feel like a rich man
I’ve been right, I’ve been wrong
But I’ve learned from all I’ve done
Look at you, always on the run
Are you proud of what you’ve become
It could be easy,
we could be alright,
if you could see things
in a different light
Now I ain’t got a penny in the pocket
But I feel like a rich man
I’m not even a rich man’s son
I’m not even a rich man’s son
Now I ain’t got a penny in the pocket
But I feel like a rich man
I’m not even a rich man’s son
Keep an eye on the thieves
Cos they’ll come for your dreams
I’m not even a rich man
I’m not even a rich man’s son
Heard the word on the street
Is that talk is still cheap
Now I feel like a rich man
© Rolo
Take it easy
Take it easy,
everything is gonna be alright
Take it easy,
you know I hate to see you cry
Take it easy,
give me just a little smile
Take it easy
I drew a picture in the sand,
But the clouds are coming closer,
Oh soon it’s gonna rain.
Do you remember the day,
You loved swiming in the deep
but now you’re drifting far away.
‘Cause we had nothing but our hands,
So we picked up all the pennies
That we found along the way.
And now look at what we have,
But in the end that doesn’t matter
‘Cause you’re not here to stay.
Take it easy,
everything is gonna be alright
Take it easy,
you know I hate to see you cry
Take it easy,
give me just a little smile
Take it easy, Take it easy
And now there’s nothing left to do,
but try to put back all those little
puzzle pieces in your mind.
Do you even know my name?
Try to tell me what you see,
when you look inside my face.
And you don’t even seem to care ,
If it’s winter or it’s springtime,
Out the window where you stare.
Try to hold on to your hand,
But you just grab on to my fingers,
They say let go, but i can’t.
Take it easy,
everything is gonna be alright
Take it easy,
you know I hate to see you cry
Take it easy,
give me just a little smile
Take it easy, Take it easy
© Rolo
Hurricane
Thumbs up on a highway of dreams,
Lost my faith somewhere in between ,
The words that I heard, got my
vision blurred, I can’t see.
Tell me, where have you been?
It must have been a while ever since
I saw you the last time.
Remember, we used to be friends.
In the eye of a hurricane,
Take my hand and fly me away.
I’m in the eye of a hurricane.
Man in the mirror, please don’t move.
I’m trying to paint a picture of you.
It’s hard to define
The color of your eyes.
Night time, eyes open wide.
Still running circles in my mind.
In this dark empty room,
Where the flowers never bloom,
And the shadow of a man,
Is all that’s left of you.
When you try to make a move,
But your body feels like glue,
‘cos the shadow on the wall
looks like everything you ever knew
In the eye of a hurricane,
Oh won’t you take my hand and fly me away.
I’m in the eye of a hurricane.
Young man take a look around,
Cut the ropes that pull you down.
Fly high into the sky… into the sky
Please man take a look around,
Cut the ropes that pull you down
Fly high into the sky…
In the eye of a hurricane,
Oh won’t you take my hand and fly me away.
I’m in the eye of a hurricane.
© Rolo
Home
Stop, don’t speak.
It’s about time to define
What has been going on.
Between you and me.
We were both playing,
But this game
Got me pretty involved.
It’s something ‘bout the way you move
That makes me lose control.
Wish I could fall into your eyes
So I could kiss your soul.
Your tender lips they whisper
Words that I have never heard before.
Girl I know that you’re the one.
When the morning comes
And I see you lying next to me
I know that you’re my home.
When I feel your arms,
Wrapped around my body
Yes I know, this is my home.
You should know,
For a lifetime I’ve been trying
To find someone like you.
Now I won’t let go.
With you by my side
It feels like
Nothing is impossible.
I hope you feel the way I do,
I’m pretty sure somehow.
I wouldn’t want to make a
fool out of myself right now.
Girl you can count on me,
Just listen to the rhythm of your heart.
Cos I know that you’re the one.
When the morning comes
And I see you lying next to me
I know that you’re my home.
When I feel your arms,
Wrapped around my body
Yes I know, this is my home.
© Rolo