The Earliest ACHE Lyrics by Torsten Olafsson
The Albums "De Homine Urbano"/"Little Things" & "Green Man" - 1970 & 1971
1968, with ACHE:
LITTLE THINGS
"Cryin' out in your black night
Words of love - things you can't find
Whisper cries, will you stay there -
Madness Strong, shall it cure Thee?
There'll be times of sweet, sad dreams
There'll be times when your heart steams
But forgetting an old friend
Sounds of hope, that's the pure end.
Sitting in the room where happiness is real
Not expecting to see the man
standing waiting at the door.
He appears like the smile of a marmelade fly
Certain things happen, he's a Christmas Eve spy
Told him to leave - he's living there still
Can't help acting, his anonymous will.
Are you sitting beside her still?
You are sitting beside her still!
Will be sitting beside her still ...
Will be there till beyond her will.
In the midst of dreadful tears
Your mind will fade away
When the fallen leaves you see
Your faith can't help you go
But you'll find many around
Tryin' all the time to find
The Little Things."
ANDERS ANDS BEGRAVELSE - "The Funeral of Donald Duck"
"ANDERS AND ER DØD!
Med ægte sorg mindes vi
hans utallige triumfer
på det hvide lærred
Alle - store som små
begejstredes over hans kunst
og han vil efterlade en tom plads
i alle hjerter
- og bladkiosker
Langsomt - højtideligt og stille
bevæger de sig
de små matroser
Otte er de - i hvidt og blåt
de, som fører Anders til hans sidste hvilested
Der er ej liv - der ej sten
På havets bund hviler Anders And."
English translation:
"DONALD DUCK IS DEAD!
The greatest duck of our time is no more ...
With true sorrow we remember his countless triumphs
on the silver screen
Everyone - big and small
was thrilled by his art
and he will leave an empty space
in all hearts
and newsstands
Slowly - solemnly and quietly
they move
the little sailors
Eight are they - in white and blue
who lead Donald to his final resting place
There is no life - there is no stone
At the bottom of the sea rests Donald Duck."
1969 Through 1971, Listed Alphabetically:
EQUATORIAL RAIN
"Born by a universal explosion
Thrown around in space
Resting in it's curve around Helios
- Moon as its courier
Earthly Mother, carry us out in Space
Equatorial Rain flows - Equatorial Rain flows
It is a tiny little spot
Where you and yours exist
Nobody understand
To stop the starring mist.
Earthly Mother, carry us out in space
Equatorial Rain flows - Equatorial Rain flows
There was a man
He should understand
That World is not flat
As all Christians said
He faced the fact
Did a marvellous act
Proclaimed what was right
His thinking was bright:
"Earth is round!"
Turning around in a circular movement
Back to the place for its birth
The connection between everything
The clue is: One truth?
Earthly Waters move along with the moon
Equatorial Rain flows - Equatorial Rain flows
The erosion is strong all over
Takes the pebbles to sea
All Mankind shall follow after
Must leave his tea
Earthly Waters move along with the moon
Equatorial Rain flows - Equatorial Rain flows."
GREEN MAN
"Green Man, sitting in a tree
Loving with a Green Girl
How nice to see
Green Grass growing all around
Swaying in the wind - makes a beautiful sound
Green Leaves climbing the tree
To cover human bodies, you see
How strange creatures we are
Scared to let our skin be seen
Ding, dong, hear the bells ringing
Peace on Earth - Happiness bringing
There comes a crowd of people singin'
Hand in hand, flowering springin'."
THE INVASION
"Murmured at the Gate of Pleasure
The Name of Sweet Desire ...
Many ran away but there
He began to speak:
'Many of You with whom
I have a lot in common
Turn around, regard the things you love
Can it really be
There is no such richness
In the heart of Man
Of Richness born - of Richness born?'"
SHADOW OF A GIPSY
"There's a shadow of a gipsy
Follows me wherever to I go
Seeking Love when moving to and fro
Why is it so?
There's a place beneath a rainbow
Laughing demons crowding everywhere
Shall they hide forgotten treasures
Sealed in the ground?
I'm the shadow of a gipsy
Love the wind to blow against my face
Love to feel the breath of Freedom
When shall it be?
Took me to a camp of gipsies
Crowds of joyful dancers all around
Did they tell me they'd already found
Joyfulness' sound?
I'm the shadow of a gipsy
Love to feel the rain across my face
Love to be wherever love is pure
When shall it be?
I'm the shadow of a gipsy
Love the wind to blow against my face
Love to feel the breath of Freedom
Am I insane?"
SWEET JOLLY JOYCE
"This is the story 'bout a girl I knew
From Birmingham Town - that's where she was born
The first time I met her - I sure won't forget
Was in Hay Street - near Marblebone Mourne
She walked with her mummy, hand in hand
Held her face so high in the air
No one was brighter that she!
The first day in school, on that same day
Jolly running naked around in the yard -
The headmaster saw her and laughed at his wife:
"She's a girl right for me!"
He sent for the girl and asked her name
Jolly answered that might be the same ...
'I'm Sweet Jolly Joyce!'
She soon left school, that wasn't the thing
She'd rather like to do nasty things in the streets
And when she was dead, on her dying day
Men from all over town had sorrow in mind
On her stone an inscription was put
Jolly the Sweet, be remembered she would -
The substitute for the wives!"
All lyrics by Torsten Olafsson.