THE STORYTELLER Words: Laurent Leemans Music: Loosely inspired by Baden Skiffle/Ceilí Moss I met a man who told me stories I did never hear In a place so far away, so far away from here His tales, they did not sound like any other I'd been told I couldn't even tell if I liked them or liked them not At first I stayed amazed and dazzled as if I were drunk His words were sometimes like flowers, sometimes like junk And while I stood just there in silence waiting for the next The sun sat down and slowly drowned inside a lake While listening my brains started to work at full speed Gradually understanding, swallowing with greed All these notions of which I was already aware And felt all of my knowledge carefully stripped bare But when I woke up I realised I had never been In no place except in my bed, it all had been a dream But nevertheless I felt so amazed and so confused That I could not admit that I had simply been abused I met a man who told me stories, at least I think so I'm not so sure but anyway I really liked the show So I'll sit here and wait 'til the very end of day Wait for the tears to flow and then to wash away