A foot in the door. 


Come down the road, undo that twine 
cast off that mask that strips your pride.
The windows are engulfed with light, 
the paddocks seldom sleep so bright. 

And all, all that you have means nothing at all.
And all, those dreams that you had were a foot in the door.
To wherever your bones are now.

The busses came and went today
and when they stopped all the people waved. 
The glass fogged up with memories
of who they were when they were in their teens.

And all, all that you have means nothing at all.
And all, those dreams that you had were a foot in the door.
To wherever your bones are now.

On a parachute we soon let go 
we feel the world in a magnetic pull. 
So we dive on in like we're old friends,
chase that light that wants to hold our hands.

And all, all that you have means nothing at all.
And all, those dreams that you had were a foot in the door.
To wherever your bones are now.


//k.christoph

A Foot In The Door

Leaving On A Jet Plane (John Denver cover)

Time Alone

Crystal Truth

Sleep, Love & Other Things You Need

I've got dancers pirouetting round the fire tonight;
lost inside their little dresses second-guessing if they look alright
and amongst the diamond blesses where the best is they smile
for a carousel of pictures between the tickets and vicious cycles

but I'm one with my youth
I'm always feeling so blue
I got suitcases and the truth
is I just can't wait to get loose
because the moment might leave
too soon.

Now I met a little number I thought I loved her, she act like a child.
Always playing house like she found a heartbeat in the tiles.
She had her beauty, she was moody it was her way thats the way it was.
Ever ghostly and eventually she chased me cold

but I'm one with my youth
I'm always feeling so blue
I got suitcases and the truth
is I just can't wait to get loose
because the moment might leave
too soon.




 

suitcases

Old Soundtracks

Here comes the moment when we talk about our old town.
Five torches went right up in flames as you walked in and out.
Here comes the moment when it pains my lungs.
Too much smoking in the hallways with the dangerous stuff;

And the tunnel of light, Is stretching out.
Count all my blessings on my fingers that I have worked out. 

Here comes the laughter on our lips when we bathe like birds.
Situations, expectations and the weight of hurt.
Got my bags packed they're in the hall.
Give me a reason to stay; shit, give me anything at all.

I'm heading south…
Got my white flag all dirty just trying to work you out.

My bones are worn, my colours off; 
I think about you way too much.
I can't sleep unless you're in my arms.
I'm anchored down like a diamond ring
I'm broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won't shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth 

Here comes the pirate ship of broken dreams and memories
Poured all the emotion i had left into the deepest of the seven seas…
Got a price on my head…
There's holes in my hull dear and I'm too tired to give a shit. 

My bones are worn, my colours off; 
I think about you way too much.
I can't sleep unless you're in my arms.
I'm anchored down like a diamond ring
I'm broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won't shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then
Now that you know the truth 

My bones are worn, my colours off;
I think about you when I'm drunk,
I can't sleep unless you're in my arms. 
I'm a flightless bird with a broken wing, 
I'm broke, a joke, with nothing to give.
Even my eyes won't shine for you.
So i best be on my way now then,
Now that you know the Crystal Truth. 




Who will catch the skipping stone?
And drive the masses from there homes.
And look to God to save their soul,
when God has left so long ago. 

And who will drug to keep things civil?
remove the voice of all the people.
And while your backs turned shake the hand of the devil,
with arms extended bullets keeping figures level.

Who will come to unite us as one?
In the dark when your alone my son.
Mama keep teaching, drown out all the preaching.
Oh but it's tough;
can you show them again how to love. 

Who will send the siren out?
Stitch the thread through lip and mouth.
Cage those without trial or give fare case,
in these changing times life is a race.

You who surrender to money and greed, 
pour salt into wounds and poison the seas.
You who step over the dead and sleep behind locks,
the day will come when you'll remember the lost.
And those names you forgot
will haunt you again, calling your name 
till you've caught up with death.

And I'll balance these scales the best that I can,
this man has been weighed but he cant understand.
That the life he holds tight is the same black or white,
these streets are broken between this divide.
And he feeds the full, throws crumbs at the hungry,
constantly counting his electronic money.

Who will come to unite us as one?
In the dark when your alone my son.
Mama keep teaching, drown out all the preaching.
Oh but it's tough;
can you show them again how to love. 


© Karl-Christoph 2014




The Great Divide


Melbourne


Well I went to Melbourne
n' got lost in slow songs.
I followed my feet in worn shoes. 

I stayed for the weather
n' things I now can't remember
and sort real life at its roots. 

I spent my days on the railway,
I crossed paths with gypsies;
who talked me down on my price.

They said, "life is for the living,
so stop taking without giving
unless you want to chase every fight."

So I came back to Sydney,
to my small town type of living
and shacked up with a girl for an age.

And now my minds simply scattered,
I can't manage what I have gathered
and i'm working behind a bar for small change.

If my gratitude can be measured,
the horse it rode was never tethered
and marched till it was sore in the hoof.
 
All my awkward advances 
seemed to blow all my chances.
So I put away my strings and worn boots.

In each of my steps the road holds an answer,
like a cold winters day in the arms of a lover
that waits;
on a doorstep back home. 

 I went to Melbourne
n' got lost in slow songs.
I followed my feet in worn shoes. 


k.christoph (c) 2014
 


Melbourne

I've been waiting like a statue in Paris
that witnesses love but can just never have it; 
so why do people question the things that just don't matter?
If I could think, I don't think that I could stand it.

All the simple moments come and go;
like plastic figure omens and I know, 
that If should go there that my hope 
would fade as fast as the fate of your new ghost. 


I've been counting sheep in all their thousands;
but I can't sleep and it don't matter who's house it is.
I guess the music stopped with this habit
and all our love seemed to just up and vanish. 

All the simple moments come and go;
like plastic figure omens and I know, 
that If should go there that my hope 
would fade as fast as the fate of your new ghost. 

(c) k.christoph 2015

Statues In Paris

I found a maid beside a steeple, lost in a map of numbered gold.
She told me she was in love, she carried gloves and glass bottles.
Each day she walked to the corner store in a suburb where no one lives next door
and the dogs just walk behind beggars feet, always trying to tear the crumbs off old men's sleeves; 
while kites lay dead in fields of green.

Stillborn sequins in the soil shine like frames that never ever time.
Photographs aged in principle, wishing well's still sing like wind chimes 
and I don't know how far this goes maybe I can't find my way home
drop a few coins in the telephone, I try to talk to you but all you hear is the wet roads.

She could always hitch her dress up just to get a ride, 
I might have fallen once or twice, but I'll never fall the third time. 
So she sews her hopes on string to a man she never ever sees
and she gives him everything, from her soul down to her knees.

Stillborn sequins in the soil shine like frames that never ever time.
Photographs aged in principle, wishing well's still sing like wind chimes 
and I don't know how far this goes maybe I can't find my way home
drop a few coins in the telephone, I try to talk to you but all you hear is the wet roads.

(c) k.christoph


Wet Roads

Dark Horses

The Iron Horse

Cardboard Box - Paperhill + karl-christoph




There's no common ground between you and me
we're just shadows of who we used to be;
dancing around a flame that never seems to die
and haven't saved a memory since the end of you and I. 

And oh, 
I thought we'd both grow old
with a piano, on the front porch 

And I'd bare to you all of my soul,
and you'd play along with the chords. 

You used to turn to me in the middle of the night
and I'd wipe the sweat from all the ghastly frights.
I had you and you had me. 
We were just lucky enough for a while to feel something so real. 

And oh, 
I thought we'd both grow old
with a piano, on the front porch 

And I'd bare to you all of my soul,
and you'd play along with the chords. 

Now the heat is tearing at our hearts,
the conversation's like a deck of playing cards.
In all of the clubs you were the queen, 
you had my word and i had yours;
but yours didn't mean a thing. 

And oh, 
I thought we'd both grow old
with a piano, on the front porch 

And I'd bare to you all of my soul,
and you'd play along with the chords. 





The Discourse

Lady Luck


Theres something about safety in numbers
whether it's money, friends or lovers.
Somewhere safe to keep your treasures
diamonds, trinkets, chains and feathers.

I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies
and the owls are out placing their bets.
I wouldn't bet on me,
all I've done is cost you dearly.

I've never held the hands of lady luck.

I never was a man to gamble,
though there never was much on my table.
Sometimes the juice is in the laughter,
in the sunshine on a summers afternoon.

I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies
and the owls are out placing their bets.
I wouldn't bet on me,
all i've done is cost you dearly.

I've never held the hands of lady luck.

Now the story's lost it's binding,
stretched and torn all of it's meaning.
But I'll dance within the pages,
to the tune of lady luck's fingers.

On her old flute she plays a tune
that keeps my worries on the move,
as everything passes in and out of insight.

There's not much I can do,
a puppets strings are firmly glued
as I dance around her will and lullaby.

I keep the road in sight as everything around me dies
and the owls are out placing their bets.
I wouldn't bet on me,
all i've done is cost you dearly.

I've never held the hands of lady luck.


k.christoph

Lady Luck

Twenty Steps

Seconds To Get Away

So what do you do with your sleeve?
When your heart can’t stop dripping
all down the street
and you’re running,
yeah you’re running. 

But your owns the most capable lie
the one undiscovered 
in the depths of the night
and you’re covering,
Yeah you’re covering.

Now you can’t keep the clouds out
as the worlds getting louder
and all your people, aren’t yours any longer.

Now you can’t keep the current
the pages are muddy
and all of the story…
Well whats it matter, anyway? 

So what do you get when you go?
A bunch of spring flowers
or an old overcoat
and it’s raining,
yeah it’s raining.

You were offered a hell of a ride
and you asked for a ticket in spite of their eyes
and now you’re burning
yeah you’re burning. 

Now you can’t keep the clouds out
as the worlds getting louder
and all your people, aren’t yours any longer.

Now you can’t keep the current
the pages are muddy
and all of the story…
Well whats it matter, anyway?

Whats It Matter Anyway

You’re the talk of the town
You got it figured out
Going to leave this place behind,
With a rose in your mouth.
With a rose in your mouth.

All the architects have died,
but still you’re building strong.
Even when you’re feeling blue,
you say nothing is wrong; 
you say nothing is wrong.

So walk on over, 
from the other side of the bar and give me
just ten minutes, to let me break your heart I’ve been;
out of context with everyone so far 
but you seem like a contrast won’t you,
help me take it back to the start.
Help me take it back to the start. 

You think the world has got it wrong
and that we’ve got it right.
We throw our bags into the trunk
and hit the gas tonight.
and hit the gas tonight.

Everything is black and blue,
right down to my eyes.
I got a thirst that I can’t quench;
I need to get outside,
I need to feel the light. 

So walk on over, 
from the other side of the bar and give me
just ten minutes, to let me break your heart I’ve been;
out of context with everyone so far 
but you seem like a contrast won’t you,
help me take it back to the start.
Help me take it back to the start.  

You’ve got that white dress on,
I guess it came around.
Thought it never would, 
can’t think about that now. 
Don’t think about that now.

Back To The Start

Sick At Heart

Be Brave

Late train rides home with a longneck and an ear to chew.

Now You're Gone

Deconstruct, Decompose

The Best Bits

Even Cowgirls Get The Blues (Gaslight Anthem Cover)

Deconstruct, Decompose.

A Little More Time

Threw this together in ten minutes after fucking around with the idea of it. Yeah I changed the lyrics, ah well. 

karlchristoph

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