Chellah Beach Club - December 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

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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.