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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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