BEECHWOOD @ MIDNIGHT
Music: Peter Beechwood
Lyrics: Peter Froböse
BEECHWOOD “Fly With Me” – l y r I c s
FLY WITH ME 1 ( c. 2013 )
Fly with me. An invitation. The invitation: Fly With me!
The airplane is your heart and soul.
The wings will be your ears, trust me!
The runway is your open mind. The pilot is consence.
The flight-plan is the music here. It all will make a sense.
Fly with me! My invitation. My invitation: Fly with me.
You won't get lost in all the sounds.
The song will end too soon.
But if you try, you'll feel the sun,
the earth, the stars, the moon.
Fly with me! My invitation. My invitation: Fly with me.
Just close your eyes and listen to, what I play here for you
For you, who want to come and see.
For you, who want to fly with me.
Fly with me! An invitation. My invitation: Fly with me.
BEACONS ( c. 2003 )
Locked in in our usual ways. Locked in nearly every day.
All the world is fast - and so rough.
Locked up in our fantasies. Locked in in our families.
It may turn out wrong or right! Like ships meet in the night.
Keep the fire inside like Beacons in the night.
I’ll see your light!
Though I can’t hear you, I can see.
Keep the burner in the stove!
Even when the storm-wind blows.
May it warm my aching heart.
Dream up to the stars! Dream up to the stars above.
Dream up to the stars! Dream up to the stars above.
Fly with me ...
Loneliness in harmony. Thinking only, what could be.
Never here. But always there. Live my life my way.
If you ever pass my way, think of what I have to say
Don’t I ever seem to care? Live your life your way
I keep the fire inside like Beacons in the night.
You’ll see your light! Though you can’t hear you, you can see.
I keep the burner in the stove!
Even when the storm-wind blows.
May it warm your maybe aching heart
Dream up to the stars! Dream up to the stars above.
Dream up to the stars! Dream up to the stars above.
Loneliness is the cloak, you wear.
A deep shade of blue is always there.
Never here, but always there ...
FLY WITH ME 2 ( c. 2013 )
The water is so cold now and it's whipped up by the wind.
The seabirds cry so loud and full of pain.
The wind, it hits my face, and left no trace, where I've been.
I don't think, that I'll come back here again.
Sail away ...
It's hard to keep in motion with the turning of the tide
The leaves are dying, falling off the trees.
The nature goes to sleep and leaves the future not so bright
The last bird sings a song, before it leaves.
Fly away ...
You stayed so long in this old place, just trying to be true
You want to leave now for another dream
It's time to keep on following your dreams,
'cause they're for you!
And nothing holds you back yet, so it seems.
Go away
Sail away, sail away ... Fly away, fly away
Go away! Sail way! Fly away! Fly with me!
SUMMER, I MISS YOU ( c. 2006 )
For Christmas, I prayed for the snow.
But in rain to the church I had to go.
When our white dog was running away,
he returned wet and dirty and grey.
When we opened out parcels, we know,
it was not like the postcards all show.
Father Christmas can travel so far,
but this year with no sleigh! With a car
Oh, summer, I miss you! Spring, I will kiss you.
I don't want to go through rain and snow.
I want to have fun. Walk in the sun.
I want to see green meadows and not only shadows
Then had arrived the new year.
Frost-bitten, ice cold winds tear.
Then comes the storm and the clouds.
Winter has come into town.
Since then we have had lots of snow.
Since then all the children will know.
They are gliding on ice, riding sleighs.
Duffle Coat, scarf, fur-cap days.
But now I have to work all he time
with my shovel through snowflakes and slime.
In a snowdrift I've heard in a dream
all those nice, tiny snowdrops scream
Now I think, it's enough for this year!
But if this will stay, I just fear,
the last snowman I've build with my son,
will be standing 'till Easter will come
Oh, summer, I miss you ...
And I just care for people like me,
who don't want to travel for ski!
In the fairy tales, I loved snow-white.
But now I long for a warm summer night!
And I don't want to watch on TV
all the white snowstorm-chaos we see!
I bought flowers on Valentine's day,
just to drive the cold winter away.
Oh, summer, I miss you! Spring, I will kiss you.
I don't want to go through rain and snow.
I want to have fun. Walk in the sun.
I want to see green meadows and not only shadows
Oh, summer, I miss you ...
TOO MUCH UNLUCKY TIMES ( c. 2007/2014 )
They came here today and they won’t go away
until the last drop of Whisky is gone.
And they don’t do a mess and they hold up the glass
and they all start singing this song:
Too much of unlucky times, my friend.
We had too much of unlucky times.
It may be out fate but today: celebrate!
In the moonlight whisky shine.
They won’t drink bad stuff, ‘till they all have enough.
Real good single-malt-whisky must be.
To enjoy this whole stay and they won’t go away.
And the party’s the best you could see.
And they cheer up again and they hold up the glass,
And they wish good luck for everyone here!
And we all had more fun, than we ever could guess!
Singing „Whisky is better than beer!”
And we sang:
Too much of unlucky times, my friend...
When the moon disappears and they the sun’s coming up
It is time to walk home as friends.
And we all hugged each other and we promise, oh brother,
We must meet here soon again.
‘Cause we had:
Too much of unlucky times, my friend.
We had too much of unlucky times.
It may be out fate but today: celebrate!
In the moonlight whisky shine.
MAMA AFRICA ( c. 2007 )
*djindjelei-oh! Jambo, ho ! *
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
The sun is rising in the east
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
We don't succeed to kill the beast
You're hungry, and your children are starving.
But you warm them up with your open heart.
The sun is in your soul, if we succeed upon our goal,
We'll help you and give you a hopeful start.
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind is changing every day
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind won't blow your heart away
You know, there will be another morning!
And the world will turn to you, where we came from.
Let's face it, without you,
we all here we won't come through
And someday, maybe, all your pain is gone.
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind is changing every day
Hey, Mama Africa! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind won't blow your soul away.
Hey Mama! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind is changing, changing every day.
Hey Ma! Hey Mama Africa!
The wind won't blow your heart and soul away
Human kind is, judged by externals:
No extraordinary memory!
But faith can turn to see,
what we all supposed to be
And the world could be a better place to be.
Oh, yeah!
*djindjelei-oh ! Jambo, ho ! *
Hey, Mama Africa ...
FIRE, WATER, EARTH & AIR ( c. 2011 )
The reason why we're here is never known by man.
If we are gone, the world will turn around again.
The world is made of fire, water, earth & air.
No matter, if we understand, the world won't care.
The earth's core heavy metal, eighty-five percent.
Eruptions burning everything, create new land.
The water's falling from the sky, it circulates.
The air is guaranteeing that life activates.
The reason why we're here ...
Where all the seeds came from, we never really knew.
The plants, the animals. The human beings too.
It came out of the earth. And will return again.
The circles are complete. Always the same refrain
The reason why we're here ...
The real world is absolute tremendously.
So much, that we don't know and what we'll never see.
We're messin' up the earth as our underling.
When subservient spirit is the most important thing
Sometimes, when all the human ways will come to end.
When no-one can escape and nothing can defend.
The jury finds out: Fire, Water, Earth & Air:
C'est perdú
And the judge decided frankly: Guilty!!!
Rien ne vas plus!
The reason why we're here is never known by man.
If we are gone, the world will turn around again.
The world is made of fire, water, earth & air.
No matter, if we understand, the world won't care.
So - maybe we can make us think and stop this dead-end-street.
And share the life-essential thoughts with everyone we meet
The world is made of Fire, Water, Earth & Air.
It's not too late to understand! Maybe - the world will care.
Maybe - the world will care
WALKING DOWN THE ROAD (Song for Leo) ( c. 2014 )
Walking down the road. Don’t think of tomorrow.
Step by step he’ll go. He’ll be there soon enough.
Following his way. Don’t feel any sorrow.
Thinking ‘bout the past and of the sky above.
The road is long. The sky is high.
There is no need for sad good-bye.
He will be back. Here by your side.
So take good care! The heavens wide
Walking down the road ...
And on his way: a shady tree.
And in its shadow he can pause.
He smells the meadow with all its flowers.
And nature’s riches are his cause.
Walking down the road ….
And when someday his road may end ...
Just think of him as a good friend.
And hear his music. And don’t feel down.
He will play in Heaven and he will slow it down.
The sun goes down. The Sky, it burns.
Soon comes the night, in satin blue.
He prays for many happy returns.
Thinks of his friends. And thinks of you...
Walking down the road …
Many happy returns! Where will he be tomorrow?
In this great wide world, there will be a place for him.
Music on the streets. So he just have to borrow
The ears of those, who listen.
And the coins they’ll give to him.
And I guess in this wide world - there is a place for him!
*This song I wrote for LEO GILLESPIE ... a wandering spirit!
I hope, to see you again, whereever you are now!
SOMETIMES A.F.K. (HEAVEN ABOVE) ( c. 2013 )
<i> *A.F.K. = Away From Keyboard
<A.F.K.>
White days, white lies, white dreams, wise guys
Everyone around us seems to be so wise
They hear some news, they know it all
They know it better, they know it all
Why do I have the feeling that this is not true
Why do I feel they’re cheating? I see it through.
Good news, bad news, day and night
Knowing everything might be so alright
Peaceful dreams and peaceful times
Sometimes „AFK” just seems so right!
Why do I feel that only this is good?
Offline for some time the best thing that you could do
<Heaven Above>
Another time. Another place.
Another world. Another face.
No other feeling than endless love.
This love for music. Heaven Above!
And all this time. And all my dreams.
Sometimes so lost. As it just seems
But in my heart, the flame of love.
The flame of hope. Heaven Above
Another time. Another place.
Another world. Another face.
No other feeling than endless love.
This love for music. Heaven Above!
ON THE EDGE OF NOWHERE ( c. 2005 / 2014 )
Now I’m standing on the edge of nowhere.
Not the first time, I can say.
Question-marks on the horizon.
Shall I go? Or shall I stay?
You have to face a new beginning.
When you feel, you’ve reached the end.
And yet you do not know, if you are winning.
To start you need a slap of hand.
I still don’t know, where I will be tomorrow.
I only know, I’ve been here much too long.
And that I will not beg, or steal, or borrow.
As long the lonesome road will lead me going on.
Some people think, that I’m just being crazy.
Doing this, what they all wouldn’t do.
To follow your dream is just amazing.
I listen to my own heart, that’s what I do
[R] I still don’t know, where I will be tomorrow ...
The crossroads of one’s life, they are so many.
Like life the roads go up and they go down.
I often think of spending my last penny.
Believe in new inspirations to be found.
I still don’t know, where I will be tomorrow.
I only know, I’ve been here much too long.
And that I will not beg, or steal, or borrow.
As long the lonesome road will lead me going on
Now I’m standing on the edge of nowhere.
Not the first time, I can say.
Question-marks - on the horizon.
Shall I go? Or shall I stay?
Shall I go? Or shall I stay?
CLEAR MALTED DREAMS ( c. 2014 )
In the land, where I was born many lifetimes from today
Is the air still better now and the water rolls it’s way.
When the wind goes gently by. Stroking on the land.
On the fields of whisky-rye. It’s the lore of my homeland
I know this land is your land. And I know, so poor it seems.
Got it’s riches in his pure heart in my own clear malted dreams
There’s Angus Mc. Invernail, my friend in scottish plaid
We spent evenings of talking without just one word said ...
And I know the lass I left there about a hundred years or so
I still see her red curls flying, that is, when I miss her so
And it all just means so much to me! My special memory.
And I know, I will go back there,
when I leave this earth so free
And my spirit it will go to the land I love so much.
Over fields of rye to flow. Like the gentle breeze to touch
When the cold wind from the sea,
brings the taste of ocean salt.
I still feel the homesick me. And it never will get old!
In the land, where I was born many lifetimes from today
Is the air still better now and the water rolls it’s way.
When the wind tells of the sea. All the stories, that he told!
I still feel the homesick me. And it never will get old
CD: BEECHWOOD “Fly With Me” c. 2014 ENDEMIC
Music / Musik : Peter Froböse
Lyrics / Texte : Peter Froböse
Arrangements : Peter Beechwood
All Instruments : Peter Beechwood
All vocals : Peter Beechwood
Instruments: so many … only a few named:
PRS Custom Scarlet Red
Marleaux Consat Custom Bass
Ovation Custom Legend
Access Virus II
And so many, many others
Recording/Engeneering : Peter Froböse
Rec.-Equipment:
Digital Recording: Roland VS 2480
Mastering: Tascam CD.RW 900 SL Professional
Finalizing: t. c. electronic Finalizer Express
Are friends electric ? Sometimes !
Recorded: Studio 5 January 2013 – June 2014
Except: “Beacons” and “Mother Africa”:
Rec. 2008 / Remixed + > 2013
Cover/Design: Peter Froböse
via “Magix Page & Layout Designer 9”
Coffee-mashine : “Krups – Nestlé Dolce Gusto”
Clearest malted dream : “Lagavulin”, 16 years …
Special thanks to : “Milka” Vollmilch Schokolade …
A very special “THANK YOU!” to all those,
who listen (more than one time ) to (all) my musical projects
and who give responses to it, creative critic is always welcome!
And to Maren, who never listens to this music,
but lets me play it in the studio.
And – of course- to all those, who spend time with me
in locations like “The Blues Garage” in Isernhagen,
to experience all the great concerts there of real handmade music.
Real music, no fake!
And to Henry, who runs this Club!
Sometimes I wish, I would be you. Or your brother.
And to all those older ones, who still play this real music,
or those younger ones, who know & play it.
MUSIC IS A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND … UNTIL THE END!
This love for music. Heaven Above!
Peter
QUIET EVENING
Quiet evening. Away from the race.
I light a candle. My room is my space.
I’ll have a coffea Or later my tea. That’s enough for me.
Could read a book. A magazine.
Could paint a picture of the things I’ve seen.
Put on my headphones, my privacy! That’s enough for me.
I know, it don’t last forever.
I know, that I’m in the race again – then!
But as far as I’m here – it’s my holiday here.
And I can start recovered again.
Quiet evening. A peaceful time. Don’t invade it! This time is mine.
Come to myself, it’s clearer to see. That’s enough for me.
When everything is bursting around. Not a single silence is found.
I let the waves crush over me… my little privacy.
I I know, it don’t last forever. I know, that I’m in the race again – then!
But as far as I’m here – it’s my holiday here.
And I can start recovered again.
WELCOME @ MIDNIGHT
The nightclub is empfy. The people are gone.
The band’s still on stage, they want to keep on.
They’re tired of stompin’ and forcin’ a dance.
They want to hear music, and I will take a chance
So they play! Soft and gentle. They play! Smooth and slow.
They are sentimental. No “ music-to-go ”.
It’s music to listen. It’s music to feel.
No flashlights a-blisten. No club-shakin’ reel.
The nightclub is empty. Still smoke in the air.
The band is on stage. And they are everywhere.
They are in your mem’ries, while they play all the songs.
You know from your past times. They still linger on.
So they play! … / So they play! …
The nightclub is empty. Just you and the band.
Handmade and gentle. And you might understand.
That a good song’s no fashion. Like changing the tie.
It’s an uncovered heart, no cheating, no lie.
So they play! Soft and gentle. They play! Smooth and slow.
They are sentimental. No “ music-to-go ”.
It’s music to listen. It’s music to feel.
When you wake up from dreaming. You know, that it’s real.
When you wake up from dreaming. You know, that it’s real.
IF LIFE IS A RIVER
If life is a river, and some people say so.
You can find more than one, more than one way to go.
You can paddle upstream. And live in the past.
You can stay looking backwards. If your boat will last.
You can turn the direction and flow. Flow with the flood.
You can follow the waters. And forget what you’ve got.
You forget what you planned. You forget who you are.
You can flow all the time – but you wouldn’t go far.
If life is a river you still can be captain ot the boat.
If life is a river, you still can direct, where to go.
If life is a river, you can still float your own way.
You can sink, you may drown, but you live right ev’ry day.
If life is a river …
You can casually go with the flow and decide where to go.
Pulling over to shore and explore – explore the whole show.
Stay on land, till you think, you are ready to go.
And splash back in the river and let – let yourself go.
If life is a river …
KNIGHT IN THE NIGHT TONIGHT
Going like a knight in the night tonight.
Walking like a knight in the night tonight
in shining armour.
Searching like a knight in the night tonight.
Hiding like a knight in the night tonight
in shielding armour.
He is the man who really lost his faith.
Especially in the female race.
He trusts a woman but he losts his mind.
For her betraying, she is one of a kind.
Going like a knight in the night tonight …
And now he’s left with just a broken heart.
And he can’t try to do another start.
What she did to him really was a crime.
He screamed like Grinch at Christmas time.
Going like a knight in the night tonight.
Walking like a knight in the night tonight
in shining armour.
Fighting like a knight in the night tonight.
Hiding like a knight in the night tonight
in shielding armour.
He started dating but in self-defense
He settled ‘round him an electric fence.
He just don’t let a woman close again.
And stay in company a lonely man
Going like a knight in the night tonight.
Walking like a knight in the night tonight
in shining armour.
Fightinh like a knight in the night tonight.
Hiding like a knight in the night tonight
in shielding armour.
BLAME IT ON THE WONDERBRA
José was a good old boy in Cordoba.
He was always looking for a woman.
The devil sent him one to break his heart so far.
Blame it on the wonderbra !
He was so in love, he could’t see the rain.
Even when it poors and nearly drowns him.
His was deaf and blind to all the warning signs.
And in the end it really did destroy him
And he brings some flowers to the devil girl.
And he looked into her deep brown eyes.
He knows he was lost and he can’t live so far.
Blame it on the wonderbra !
Everyone around him try to warn José.
Everyone is trying hard to save him.
His was deaf and blind to all the warning signs.
And in the end it really did destroy him
He was so in love, he could’t see the rain.
Even when it poors and nearly drowns him.
His life turned into hell and he can’t see a star.
Blame it on the wonderbra.
He came home from work and found his wife in bed.
But he didn’t see the young torero …
Whose sword came from behind! And there you are.
Blame it on the wonderbra.
Jose´s was a good old boy in Cordoba.
All the people standing at his grave.
The devil woman’s gone and she will be off far
Blame it on the wonderbra.
DELFINA III
Softly driving in my car. Tank full of fuel, I can go so far.
I’ve got no direction. Just follow my way.
I just go on driving ‘till night meets the day.
I start in the morning. I’m riding all day.
Sundown at evening. I’m so far away.
I’ve seen lots of people on the way I’ve to go.
Enough to make mention, too short to let know.
I always keep going, just tapping my feet.
I’m driving on slow to a soft, lazy beat.
I’ve got no direction – how far I can go?
I just go on drivin’. I’m moving real slow.
Sometimes late at night.
I started thinking, if I’m doing the whole thing right.
But gliding oh-so-soft into the day.
All my feelings about staying home are passing away.
I always keep going, just tapping my feet.
I’m driving on slow to a soft, lazy beat.
I’ve got no direction – how far I can go?
I just go on drivin’. I’m moving real slow.
I always keep going, the way is my aim.
I just keep on driving, there’s no-one to blame.
No vacancy needed! Tomorrow … toujours ...
I’m driven by sun on my Delfina-tour ...
Softly driving in my car. Tank full of fuel, I can go so far.
I’ve got no direction. Just follow my way.
I just go on driving ‘till night meets the day.
AGAINST THE HOWLING WIND
Deep in the night, when the shadows rule the time.
There comes a feeling, that the world is never mine.
Deep in my mind there’s a shadow taking place.
And all the fear comes creeping – shows it’s ugly face.
When everything turns to stand in front of me.
And tries to fight against me. A perfect enemy!
I just remember all the time, that I have won.
And keep my head up and I’ll try to carry on.
Don’t stop running hard against the howlin’ wind.
Don’t stop fighting hard. You know that you can win.
There is still light. Even when it’s low an dim.
Don’t give up and try to take each step again.
I try to think of all the many sunny times I had.
In the moment, when the rainy times get mad.
If you try hard, all the clouds will go away.
And the sun warms up a brand new sunny day.
Don’t stop running hard against the howlin’ wind.
Don’t stop fighting hard. You know that you can win.
There is still light. Even when it’s low an dim.
Don’t give up and try to take each step again.
Don’t stop running hard…
A LIGHT IN EVERY WINDOW
I leave a light in my window. A little sign that you just know.
I leave a light in every window. To guard you safer to your home.
There comes the day when the hatchling goes away.
Leaving it’s nest and learns to fly.
And if you love your child you don’t stand in its way.
And it will come back home one day.
Just leave a light in every window. A little light just to show.
Just leave a light in every window. A babys guide back to its home.
You are so young now, for the first time so in love.
But your beloved one turns away.
And though it feels bad, just believe in what I say.
And let your love go on its way.
But leave a light in every window. A little lovelight just to show.
Just leave a light in every window.
It may guide love back to your home.
In every life we live, someone passes away.
This is a thing we all will know.
You might believe or not, but no-one just can say.
The night might be so full of soul.
Just leave a light in every window.
Just to remember who you’ve known.
A little light in every window. It guides your mem’ries to your home.
We leave a light in every window. A little signs we all just know.
We leave a light in every window. So that we won’t forget our home.
So that we won’t forget our home.
LIFE IS A KILLER SOMETIMES
She was just a dancer on the flower-power-field
And she sung her heart and cried out. And she really makes me feel.
And I share a tear for JANIS
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
He was voodoo-chile and the man who kissed the sky.
And his burning guitar genius! Out of reach and oh! So high!
And I share a tear for JIMI
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
He, who had imagines, and fights for peace and love.
He was shot by a crazy. We cried to the Lord above.
And I share a tear for JOHN
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
He was wearing denim and a worn out old guitar.
And his irish guitar genius! He was lonely, but a star.
And I share a tear for RORY.
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
He came from the country and he dressed up just in black.
And he speaks his mind so freely. And he never frightens back.
And I share a tear for JOHNNY.
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
And I share a tear for THE NAMELESS.
And all the other guys, who had music in their hearts.
And may not ever act so wise.
Life … is a killer … sometimes.
ALL THAT MATTERS IS THE HEART
I never been to Sweden or Hollywood.
But I can travel my mind as long as I could.
I could travel the world. I could stay at home.
As long as you stand by me,
I’m the luckiest person I could ever be.
I’ve never been to Rome in the Vaticans Dome.
But inside my mind is a cross I own.
I could travel the world. I could stay at home.
As long as you stand by me,
I’m the luckiest person I could ever be.
Tell me what I need to know. I’m the one to let it show.
No competition. No award. All that matters is the heart.
I never been to Sweden or Hollywood…
Tell me what I need to know. I’m the one to let it show.
No competition. No award. All that matters is the heart.
I never been to Sweden or Hollywood.
But I can travel my mind as long as I could.
I could travel the world. I could sail the sea.
As long as you stand by me
I’m the luckiest person I could ever be.
WORKING ON A SUNNY DAY
Working on a sunny day. Never ever get to stray is right.
Never waste your life away. Life goes on another day, allright!
But you never should forget to live! No matter if it’s day or night.
Time is running fast and slow. No matter, if you run or go, that’s right.
Wind and clouds and rain and snow,
Women come and women go, allright!
But you never loose yourself, my friend,
Standing on the light side of life.
Tell me baby, have you ever seen
The morning light of a new-born day?
When you finished all you had to do and feeling satisfied.
Even tired start a brand new sunny day.
Time is not your enemy! Time shows what there is to see – allright!
Every minute is a gift, even working night-time-shift, you might.
Every second you should live, free take and free to give, that’s right.
Tell me baby, did you ever feel
The morning dew upon your love-night-skin?
When you whish this moment never ends.
And hope that it will always start again.
Working on a sunny day. Never ever get to stray.
Never waste your life away. Life goes on another day, allright!
But you never should forget to live! No matter if it’s day or night.
But you never should forget to live! No matter if it’s day or night
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