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                                                                                                                                                                          1993.......:

CATHERINE   BAMBER   (POOR  LITTLE   GIRL)

 

You were too clever for them

Too good  for this world

They even envied you your beauty

And turned you into a desperate girl

 

You should not have killed yourself Catherine;

May your death teach this world!

May all the people stop and listen

To the  pain you suffered,

Catherine, poor little  pearl!!

 

You’re no longer suffering, Catherine Bamber

You’re  no longer feeling  pain...

Empty  is your place in the classroom

Empty are the pages in your  workbooks

Empty are the hearts of the villains;

Who bullied you all the way to  your grave

You’re no longer suffering Catherine Bamber

You’re no longer feeling pain

 

You were too clever for them Catherine

Too good for this world

They even envied you your beauty

And turned you into  a desperate girl

 

CATHERINE BAMBER, CATHERINE BAMBER

CATHERINE BAMBER, CATHERINE BAMBER

CATHERINE BAMBER, CATHERINE BAMBER

CATHERINE BAMBER, CATHERINE BAMBER

 

England/Norway  1993

 

words&music

vilmar eddy hilberg-jacobsen

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The work is registered by TONO/PRS

TONO reg. No:  528831

 

(This song is written in memory of the very young

  school girl Catherine Bamber, 12 years of age,

  who was bullied by villains at her school – her only

   crime was being clever and beautiful.)

Link to the song- here

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WINTER   IN   LOFOTEN

 

The white has covered the land

The moon in front of me stands

Between the mighty  mountains

of  Lofoten

 

Ref.:

The winter is here

The winter we sheer

The winter with its mighty  white

Blanket of snow

Winter in Lofoten

Winter in Lofoten

Winter over the islands in the sea

That we love

 

Oblivious is the child

Delighted by the white and the wild

Clinging to his daddy  and

his mummy

The fox has broken the cover

Long before the early hour...

Now  the evening is closing in

in Lofoten

 

Twinkling  is a star

An engine is sounding from afar

A fishing boat is approaching

its destination

Ringing of bells

Remembrance  of a horse that tells

This winter eve is equivalent

to my childhood

 

Turning out the light

To see the winter night

To hear the sound of silence

when the snowflakes fall

The moon now shining bright

Over the landscape dressed in white

And the child falls asleep to his

daddy’s lullaby

 

17.10.1993, words&music

Vilmar  Eddy Hilberg-Jacobsen

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The work is registered at TONO

TONO reg.no.:_____________

 

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ANGEL - EYES

 

It  was a moment out of time

When I was swimming in your gaze

It was a holy eudaemonia

A silent wonder was in your face

 

Words of wisdom now is spoken

Through the power of love to us

The transubstantiation had begun

And revolutionising  our hearts it does

 

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

 

It was a moment within Heaven

When I was swimming in your gaze

Your placid eyes are transcendental

And tranquillising me....in so many ways

 

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

 

words&music

Vilmar Eddy Hilberg-Jacobsen

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The work is registered by TONO/PRS-worldwide

TONO  reg. -no  559345

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1996.........:

 

W  O  M  A  N 

 

This night will never end

I write letters that I may send

Written for the seventh time

 

Words of love  and words of  hope

I have written just to cope...

To sustain the craving for you

 

You do know how it feels

You do know how it feels

To be in love

Deep in love

It is like being a child

It is like being  reborn

Where emotions grow

Where new lives flow

Woman  -   woman

 

Your eyes your lovely eyes

Serene and warm and wise

You’re an angel in this world       

 

Holy is this moment

You are omnipresent;

Spirit and soul

 

You do know how it feels

You do know.....etc.

Woman - I love you

Woman - I love you

 

©words&music

Vilmar  Eddy  Hilberg-Jacobsen

The work is registered by TONO  

TONO-reg-no:546249

 

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W&M; Eddy Jacobsen  - 1989-99

 

 

COLOURS ARE THE SAME INSIDE

 

The colours are the same inside

Therefore there is no reason to hide

Whether yellow, black, blue, brown or white

There is one genuine law;  - that persons  rights

 

One hears   a  crying child  next door

And  you have never seen it before

Your compassion would be the the same

Whatever   national  is  its  name

 

Beating hearts are beating in blood of red

That knowledge is world wide-spread

Happiness or sadness, love or hate

The emotions are at the very same state 

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1993

words and music; Eddy Jacobsen

LOFOTEN

 

Beautiful islands in the sea

Wild and mighty and free

Travellers come here from East and West

These  islands are a good place to rest

 

Surrounded by warmth and stillness

We love you islands, God bless

We harbour your memories deep in our soul

Your future is our goal

 

Peace of mind we can feel

There is a lot these islands can heal

It is  beautiful and peaceful islands

LOFOTEN   -   LOFOTEN

 

Walking  on  the beach at night

The ocean is a graceful  sight

The sounds of the waves that are rolling in

And the moon  is  full on the scene

 

The gale and the stillness compete

And makes the whole crati9on complete

To day the storm makes the boats seek bay

Tomorrow  is the most  glamorous day!

 

Ref.:

 

Light of a ship is seen

For years and years it has been

Towards the horizon when it blends into sky

That memory will never   die

 

Two eagels are soariing on the wind

A new day is soon to begin

The sun is rising in the morning view

A place where  no one should feel blue

 

LOFOTEN     -   LOFOTEN

LOFOTEN     -   LOFOTEN

LOFOTEN     -   LOFOTEN

 

words&music

Vilmar Eddy HIlberg-Jacobsen

The work is registered by TONO

TONO-reg.-no.: 524461

                                                              Link to the song, here

                                                          2002.......:

R e t u r n   t o   l o v e

 

My soul is in confinement

Apprehended by lust

Resulting in resentment

Turning my spirit to dust

 

We are all  on a journey;

Away from or  back to God

Bewildered and reluctantly learning;

Walking paths we shouldn’t have trod

 

I’m  returning to love

I’m returning to Heaven

I’m returning  to Life

Return to love

Return to love

Return to love

Return to love

 

God is irrefrangable

Holy like Jesus his child

The sin may  be irresistable

If seduced by the  devil’s  wild

 

I’m returning to love   etc...

 

©words&music

Vilmar  Jacobsen

The work is registered by TONO 

 

TONO reg-no.:_______________

                                                        2004.......: 

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                                                        2006.......:

SPRINGTIME OF YOUR LOVE

Like refreshing breeze that is drifting

Through my window in the morning

Of this new day

Here beside you

The springtime of your love

Life feels fulfilled

 

You stretch out all your feelings

And touch me deep  inside me

As you're closing

My eyes

With your beautiful lips

Life feels fulfilled

 

Life feels fulfilled

Life feels fulfilled

When you're here

When you're near, oh so near

to me

I love you

Yes I do

 

The horizon of your presence

Is  like a picture of this evening

All  the beautiful colours

Move me once again

The spingtime of your love

 

Words and music

 

Vilmar  Eddy Hilberg-Jacobsen 

 

                           Link to sample of the songs - here

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                                                                                                                            2009 - August:

"Priceless"

You look into her eyes and you are dead

Gone to the realm of the dreamer`s land

Lucky is that man who got her wed

Thoughts running wild when shaking her hand

 

Beyond comprehension

Her radiation is too irresistible

It`s a feeling of celectial redemption

Temptation better be invincible

 

How wonderful creation shows

Displaying  here in this lovely

How that is possible, only God knows

Making hearts beat fast or slowely

 

She is mesmerizing me

When she sparkles her eyes

Whatever that can be

There is a story   she   unties

 

It's a sweet tribulation

An ache that is not bad at all

How  mysterious  vibriation

Could it be an angel's call 

 

Cloning her would have been a good ide

Hadn't it been for one everlasting  reassuring fact

The soul is just THE ONE GEUNUINE to be

That no-one; nobody;  - ever - can re-enact

 

So, she is gone; she is sealed

All of you who still long and crave

She is gone; your grieving must be healed

She is gone; and we must dispatch yearning in its grave

Ended this date; 

 Saturday, 29 May 2010

(Just to remove all doubts about this lyrics; as I have heard there is a suspicion going on...this lyrics is based on inspiration from a Polish  woman whom matched an inspiration as such; and is a staff at a hotel only I know of..)

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               1985....London

 This song was written about  a Danish girl, living in London and was an undercover MI6 (no more, so..) and I was totally mesmerized by her character: She was a so-called Divorced child, or child of divorced parents with a ruling mother, and one day she took all the steps of the stair in one jump from second floor (quoted herself) when she heard her mother downstair talking necatively and condecening  and belittling about her father, so she told her to fuck off, and stay there  - she never saw her again.          

IN     MY      DREAMS............:

It is late night in London

You are listening to my guitar

Shining from your pretty face

Good vibrations like a star

You look like a Michelangelo

Hours I could look at you

Your perfect feminine body

I will always have in view

You're in my dreams tonight

You're in my dreams always

In my dreams

You speak with the voice of love

Like a clarinet

In a Bach prelude

It makes me feel so calm

It makes me feel so good

My impression of you is right

Your personality tells me so

Your Nightingale-like sense of caring

Moves me deeply from head to toe

You're in my dreams to night.....etc.

You're in my dreams

You're in my dreams

You're in my dreams...... tonight

As the twilight fades away

And the evening ends the day

I'll then be on my way

To see you once again

To see you till the night is...;

Put to end

It excites me the way you move

You're like a gazelle in the field

You take the breath away from me

And make my heart beat like I feel

Now you're a part of my life

Now you're a part of my dreams

I see you wherever I go

I see you and I want you to know

You're in my dreams tonight

You're in my dreams..... always!

In my dreams…..

words&music   Eddy Jacobsen, London; reg. PRS world-wide

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POEM

This poem was written in sheer frustration of seeing boys being so f......g  clumpsy wooing a girl, and of course the answer to that is  low or none self-asteem,  as is the fact for so many of them nowedays, esp. in the Scandinavian culture, where they hardly see their fathers because of divorce by their parents, and since the madness is that the kids in most cases grow up with mothers, it will turn those boys into self-asteemless nothingness.....

Daughters should go with mothers, and sons should go with fathers in those cases of divorce - a mother - who of course is a woman -- cannot raise a boy to become a man: Alone.

 

VOLUPUOUS LADY AT SNOGHOJ SCHOOL


She´s voluptuous , she is tall; she is a student here

And the boys are yearning and wondering who to get near

But boys with poor self esteem…that´s not easy you know

They are clumsy and turning wooing into a silly show

She is moving like a gazelle in the rain forest

Take my advice pretty lady, those chaps are not for your best


Tightly dressed knowing the certainty of the work of fantasy

Calculating the touch of the very edge of the stimulus reality

And isn´t strange, when she appears, they leave; her! – they admire!

Could it be that needs and desire, make combustion and fire?

A conflagration that needs to be quenched, somehow, somewhere

Being assured that walls and ceiling and her radiance is the only stare


Woooh chaps and pals and males and buddies; you of the eruption sorts

Shouldn´t you master controlling yourselves, confined to her your thoughts

Don´t be left to your own device, rather seeks a professional´s advice

Get not drunk, but get brave; strengthen the identity before the next sunrise

Before next sunset casts its natural haze, you may need to think twice

Getting ready for the great encounter, of insurmountable dimension

What I am reflecting on, I will not consider relevant to mention


Well, I am not implying immoral or indecency,- not at all

But catching this splendour, you need at least to climb a certain wall

Attractive thing as this radiant one, your net should be wove of grace

And can´t you contrive something pleasant, try your heart for her place

Women need time and time again, being more than just an acquaintance

And achieving that, you pals, need to cut the umbilical cord of resistance

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