Montag, 12. Dezember 2011

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


Donnerstag, 21. Juli 2011

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?



Freitag, 3. Juni 2011

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.



Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2011

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.



Sonntag, 15. Mai 2011

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.

Samstag, 14. Mai 2011

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