A great new development: the new Saxbomb App is now available in the iTunes Store and also on the Android Market.
Furthermore 2 tracks have just been released on iTunes, Amazon and 40 other online music stores: 'God Bless the Child' and 'Sax on the Beach'.
The new CD 'Standard Blue' will be released at the end of January 2012.
I wish you all great holidays and a fantastic New Year, I will be celebrating the holidays in Morocco at the Chellah Beach Club in Tangiers and hope to see some of you there during my 10 day contract.
Warmest Regards,
Gerard

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Tick-Tock, perhaps?

Can I really do this?

Do I really want to do this?

Would I not rather run 

or lie down with my children

in my arms and watch the sun 

go up and down, a glowing yo-yo?

The rhythm of the tick-tock clock,

the kisses of the gorgeous 

fairy by my side,

the same view of the same balcony,

day in day out, the rhythm of

the Swiss precision clock.

The money and the vault,

the honey and the cold,

the rhythm of the droplets

on my window pain.

The tears, the smiles, the loneliness,

the fears, the lies, the sweet caress,

the beating rhythm of the emptiness.

Would I not rather lie and die or run,

or watch the swirling clouds 

together with my growing sons

and listen to the rhythm of their song?

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

the rhythm of the lonely clock

and in its arms I lie

and die, perhaps?

Max and the Moon

With the stars as your guide

And the moon as your sail

You’re crossing the ocean of time.

Towards light towards sun

With the wind in your hair

And the helm of your life in your hand.

The horizon is red

The air smells of earth and

Over your head flies a gull.

Soon you’ll be there

On that island somewhere

Lies your future of diamonds and gold.

Clouds for Moritz

We will walk to that emerald hill my son

We will hike to the top of that hill

Then I’ll lift you up as high as I can

On the top of that magical hill

I will pass you a jar that you can fill

With those milky white clouds my son

With your tiny hands you’ll reach for the sky

And fill our sparkling jar

Then we’ll walk down that hill, back home

My son and watch those marvelous clouds

In the jar, on the hill, in the sky, my son

Yes, we’ll set them free in the lounge!

On the floor of the lounge we’ll lie hand in hand

We will stare at those glorious clouds

Till the sun goes down at the emerald hill

My son, then we’ll sleep deep and sound.

The Invisible Man

I try to hold the space

In which you were

Just yesterday

Your fingers on my lips

Have left me

Gasping for air even now

You’re gone

And all the world

Can see right through me:

Without you 

There’s a hole

Where I used to be.

Joshua

With the glow of the sunset 

in his eyes

he resembles most a dark lion

placed across oceans and time

onto this rugged coast.

His manes shaking in wild cartwheels

his roar of silk

his ears of gentle understanding.

Here is Joshua:

striding, playing, running

on an Asian Beach.

His smile is broad and white.

Mexicaanse Hond

De mezcal in mijn fles

veranderde langzaam van kleur

met het naderen van de avond.

Nu, in het kwijnende licht van de zon,

lijkt mijn worm

in een bodempje bloed te drijven.

In een stad ver van hier

heft Chihuahua

zijn bek naar de rijzende maan,

ik huiver,

want zijn etherisch gehuil

klinkt als muziek uit mijn radio.

Deuce

Two mountains and two poplars

The morning and the night

A tree of gold

A tree of blood

A field of waving cobwebs

A yellow ball

A scarlet ball

Caught for just a moment

Two mountains and two poplars

The sun laughs at their game

Gerard Hates Jazz

Tear this cruel gypsy heart
out of my rib cage.
Rip that poisonous sax-serpent
from my trembling hands.

Let me sit here
next to this tiny bed
with a bloody hole in my chest
with rotting fingers.

Let me sit here

staring at the light
that shines through
the ear of my son.

Jazz Club ‘The Poppy’ Approaches a Black Hole

Daffy, the leader 

of the yellow brass section,

swings his stamen

to the rhythm of the wind.

Bees in pinstripes 

get a buzz out of

booze flowing from flowers

on the borders of the known universe.

The lark goes down in style

and sings the blues

while falling from the sky

into the throat of the black hole.

Ray

Cosmic sting straight to the heart

Struck!

X-Ray-X

If it would help

I’d pray Ray

I’d pray for the explosive nature

Of your nuclear kisses Ray

Wow, the magic mushrooms

Of your bright eruptions

Ripping up horizons

Shredding clouds

Evaporating rain

Rain-Ray-Rain

I bow for you Ray

For your beauty Ray

Bow-Ray-Bow

Rainbow Ray, golden Ray,

Your colours 

Shine right through me Ray.

You hit me.

You struck me

With your cosmic sting Ray.

Dazzling!

You’re beautiful

Happiness springs from the

Jet black wells of your eyes

While sun rays dance

In joyous twirls around

The swirling darkness of your hair

You’re beautiful

Your gracious hands

Propel the words that

Jump and hop full of excitement

From your deep red lips

You’re beautiful

You juggle with the stars

You skip across oceans

You kiss the clouds

You tiptoe over moon and rainbow

And oh,

You hold my ruby heart

Firmly in your hands

You’re beautiful

Spring Horn

I open the balcony doors;

The April wind gallops in and

Prances in my living room.

Larger than light!

Pink nostrils opened wide,

Shivering, sweaty and wild.

It tramples my sofa,

My chairs, my TV and even

Glares at my saxophone!

I grab my brass friend and

Run down the stairs

Chased by the noble steed.

Outside! Outside!

Blow your horn Cornielje:

Spring is here!

December in Tangiers

Warm cold light dark

the flickering winter sun

plays hide-and-seek

with the skies of Tangiers:

along the beach strolls the boulevard 

in an ever changing shadow dress.

Over the bay hang

some heavy clouds:

camels drink upside down

from the rainbow and 

spit on innocent passersby.

A man in a red kaftan 

magically pops up a yellow umbrella

adding even more colour to this day.

A Poem for Hisashi

Hisashi is short

but in no way is he small

his smile beams

like a laser

across the floor

his sax resembles

a silver dragon

flying from his mouth:

roaring and whispering

smoking and burning.

Hisashi is big

and always beautiful.

Cool

A blue train thunders

at breakneck speed right through

the wall of the jazzclub.

Mirrors splinter,

Jackson Pollock replicas

fly around in shreds.

The drunk at the bar

pisses his pants

and farts a wet fart.

Hookers scream, corks pop,

a pimp pukes for fear

and cuts some cocaïne.

What the fuck is going on?

The pianist falls of his stool

and wanks all over Anita’s butt.

Sodom and Gomorrah!

The end is near!

Just the sax man plays on....cool.

All I want is You

I will put on my black T-Shirt

I will roll up my sleeves

Wear my snake leather bracelets 

Flex my tattoos

I will take my saxophone

Out of its worn-out case

I will put it to my lips

And rip the air into shreds

Desperation may drip from my eyes

Screams may drip from my mouth

Tears may drip from my face

But I will smile my rotten smile

When all I want is you

When all I want is you

And all I want is you

My sons