Dit is voor jou alleen
Voor jou mooie ogen het geen ik bescheen
Met een bepaalde drang van mijn gedachtegang
Langzaam stopt het kleven en begin ik langzaam te zweven
Steeds weer als ik jou voorbij loop, keer op keer, meer en meer
Mijn ogen beginnen vanzelf te dwalen en gaan beelden ophalen
Van een uitmuntend exemplaar van God’s gebaar
Slapen doe je eigenlijk zelden
Alleen omdat bepaalde zaken gelden
Of je slaapt of niet
De kijkers zijn altijd gespied
Soms knipper je met je ogen
Dan staat God over je gebogen
Ben je na al die jaren aan het gapen
Dan is het tijd om te gaan slapen
May Kurt Cobain be happy where he is now.
I raised my head, everything ok
A random look for customers there
I stepped inside, a spot went on
Leaving all else, just one care
I was stunned, you had a beautiful glow
Which made you more than anything
I heard the sound, had to go
Had to help: the customer’s King
I rushed back, where did you go
Just a matter of time, and there it was
I saw the light, still upon you
We, insiders, had an argue, it was his loss
I was right and my spot grew bigger
A friend told me something, which
I found, strange enough, hard to comprehend
How could it be, it was an awesome itch
I made the connection, could it be true
After one year I though I’d never seen
I hope I’m right and handle it tomorrow
Cause this just might be my 13-14
The destination of some people
The mood of living things
The thick clouds of stubbornness
The pain of joy and suffering
The sacrifice of the living
The mourning of them too
Must not be taken for granted
For there is ignorance everywhere
There’s a man who passed by who stepped on my toe
I hit him for that cause I found it too low
And now he’s down, down on the ground
Oh, I care, I’ll add up my count
* * * * *
Never had the feeling
I was afraid of the ceiling
Hoped I never found the urge
To go up there and be cursed
He felt beating of his heart
Deep down in is soul
Just trying to get it stopped
He felt everlasting pain
Was still trying to regain
The power to get it stopped
Always on his mind
Breaking out of there
Focusing on one thing
His mission was clear
Secondary near
Tearing down the wall
The primary goal
Using his bear hands
Feeling very tense
Proceedings went slow
But he had nowhere to go
He felt a little wet piece
Somewhere along the hole
Where his hands were digging through
He felt something in his head
He went a little mad
Caused by adrenaline
He felt stabbing in his eyes
Was able to realize
That finally he saw light
He felt a blistering pain
Deep down in his brain
Knowing that he would die
He fell down on the floor
Turned away from the wall
Seeing an open space
He felt being betrayed
Didn’t see no gate
Knowing he had been free
(For all that time)
Why do we fake it all together
Why do we think too often it doesn’t matter
How can we live like this day by day
By then I’m gone they like to say
For I’m the hunter and not the prey
But ignorance for two generations is not ok
Because they learn from us, getting more flatter
The day of your birth is the first you met her
So let your apathetic abilities flow
Let all the others and your children know
That this is not the right way to go
Love and care to this planet must we give
So all of you will have to stop acting stiff
And show our predecessors how to live
On automatic after static
When you take it to the attic
Take it with you down the stairs
To see if anybody cares
But you don’t know what you’re doing
If you think that you’re not fooling
Anybody of your kind
Try and see if I don’t mind
O, rug, ik heb jouw graag in duizendvoud.
Krijg nou de schijt, ik moet alweer pissen.
Stevige honger stilt de trek.
Waar zit ik nou weer op te staan.
Is ze d’r niet, dan zie je d’r niet.
Harde boter is niet smerig
‘s Ochtends een duffe vent, ‘s avonds een duffe vent.
The joy for now, the pain for later,
though the last is vastly greater.
Easy money is not the best.
With conscience you will pay the rest.
If you can’t take it, don’t be it.
Suicide is something for me one day,
it’s the easy way.
It takes life experience,
To lie experienced.
He was struggling in his bed
The sheets wrapped around him, full of sweat
His hands stretching out in the open air
Is he trying to get out of there?
A mass of horny creatures, in a heavy pursuit
“Shall I kill myself, o, I should”
His feet taking him to a very high edge
Then he falls, which leaves the mutated beasts to snatch
A stunning woman talking with me
She’s so beautiful, who is it I see
She’s very friendly, it seems there is more
She seems my girlfriend, I feel no more fear
She’s stuck in my mind, she’ll always be here
At this point I love her, I’ll wait by the door