A house with many rooms

in a house with many rooms
all with a part of my life
I'm dusting them one by one
see what I find

it's bits and pieces
and I don't see what I like
been making some wrong turns
those doors are closing in my face
got to open them up again

and I can't let go of those memories
they're so much a part of me
even though they're bad
they're all I ever had

I seem to have lost the key
a world has turned me out
gonna build a new one
those doors will open loud

and the house it will be standing
as it always did with closed doors
they will open up once more
with the many rooms
with all the memories

so let me live my life
I've lived hard and long
it will pass
and I'll walk along

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees

Live and tell

all I wanted, were precious things
to put in my house, but they were
beyond my reach, beyond my dreams
beyond my means, beyond the style I
wanna live

now older, more mature, I now can buy
it is in my reach, now I find they're not
the things I need, through time I was
given things worth more than, style, house
way of life

can now enjoy a good wine, conversation
someones pleasant nature, well meant compliments
an evening well spent, the company of a well
spoken woman

live with her the good life, even if it means
living out of style, as long as the rent is paid
as long as the food is there to take,

I don't feel out of place, I feel I still did well
to live and tell

(c) JR.

Even though they're bad

in a house with many rooms all
with a part of my life, I'm dustin'
them one by one see what I find

it's bits an' pieces an' I don't see
what I like, been makin' some
wrong turns, those doors are
closin' in my face

got to open ém up again, an' I
can't let go of those memories
they're so much a part of me

even though they're bad they're
all I ever had, seem to have lost
the key

a world has turned me out gonna
build me a new one, those doors
will open, cryin' out loud

'cause I can't let go of those memories
they're so much a part of me, even though
they're bad they're all I ever had

and the house will be standin' as
it always did with the closed doors
with the many rooms,

with all the memories, it will open up
once more, 'cause I can't let go of those
memories,

they're so much a part of me, even though
they're bad they're all I ever had, so let me
live my life

I've lived hard an' long, it'll pass an'
I will walk along

(c) JR. Eightees songtekst