donderdag 31 december 2009
woensdag 30 december 2009
autumn stone - Small Faces
i was nowhere,
till you changed my mind,
love is sent through being good to you.
then you were somewhere,
somewhere hard to find,
only what you always were,its true.
i'm looking for an open door,
where i can sit,and play in peace with you.
tomorrow changes
fields of green today,
yesterday is dead,but not my memory,
we were strangers,
and then you came to stay,
the sweetest spring dawn morning sings to me.
so now i've found a living sound,
that moves,that breathes and then makes love to me.
till you changed my mind,
love is sent through being good to you.
then you were somewhere,
somewhere hard to find,
only what you always were,its true.
i'm looking for an open door,
where i can sit,and play in peace with you.
tomorrow changes
fields of green today,
yesterday is dead,but not my memory,
we were strangers,
and then you came to stay,
the sweetest spring dawn morning sings to me.
so now i've found a living sound,
that moves,that breathes and then makes love to me.
zondag 27 december 2009
zaterdag 12 december 2009
I should have known better - Wire
In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side
It's not your place to comment
On my state of distress
For this is for real
I've tears in my eyes
Am I laughing or crying?
I suggest I'm not lying
I haven't found a measure yet to
Calibrate my displeasure yet so
To ignore my warning
Could be your folly
The judgment is harsh
I offer no plea
Valuing the vengeance which you treasure
I've redefined the meaning of vendetta
The procession's disordered
You protect your possessions
In light of your actions
I question your love
May I make an observation
Your bite is worse than my aggression
I should have known better
I should have known better
Than to become a target
Albeit a target which moves
No offer of terms or concessions
For statements or confessions
You don't feel warm
I pass close by
You shiver, I whisper
Excuse me, what's your problem?
Oh, I see
I should have known better
I lay down by your side
It's not your place to comment
On my state of distress
For this is for real
I've tears in my eyes
Am I laughing or crying?
I suggest I'm not lying
I haven't found a measure yet to
Calibrate my displeasure yet so
To ignore my warning
Could be your folly
The judgment is harsh
I offer no plea
Valuing the vengeance which you treasure
I've redefined the meaning of vendetta
The procession's disordered
You protect your possessions
In light of your actions
I question your love
May I make an observation
Your bite is worse than my aggression
I should have known better
I should have known better
Than to become a target
Albeit a target which moves
No offer of terms or concessions
For statements or confessions
You don't feel warm
I pass close by
You shiver, I whisper
Excuse me, what's your problem?
Oh, I see
I should have known better
zondag 6 december 2009
an end has a start - Editors
(...)
You came on your own
That's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe
(...)
You came on your own
That's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe
(...)
donderdag 3 december 2009
if it be your will - Leonard Cohen
(...)
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
(...)
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
(...)
each man kills the thing he loves - Gavin Friday
(...)
Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let
this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, some
with a flattering word. The coward does it with a
kiss, the brave man with a sword. Some kill their
love when they are young, some when they are old.
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with
the hands of gold. The kindest use a knife
because, the dead so soon grow cold. Some love too
little, some too long, some buy and other sell.
Some do the deed with so many tears, and some
without a sigh. For each man kills the thing he
loves, yet each man does not die.
(...)
Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let
this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, some
with a flattering word. The coward does it with a
kiss, the brave man with a sword. Some kill their
love when they are young, some when they are old.
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with
the hands of gold. The kindest use a knife
because, the dead so soon grow cold. Some love too
little, some too long, some buy and other sell.
Some do the deed with so many tears, and some
without a sigh. For each man kills the thing he
loves, yet each man does not die.
(...)
dinsdag 1 december 2009
vrijdag 27 november 2009
woensdag 18 november 2009
berceuse nr. 2 - Paul Van Ostaijen
Slaap als een reus
slaap als een roos
slaap als een reus van een roos
reuzeke
rozeke
zoetekoeksdozeke
doe de deur dicht van de doos
Ik slaap
slaap als een roos
slaap als een reus van een roos
reuzeke
rozeke
zoetekoeksdozeke
doe de deur dicht van de doos
Ik slaap
ik wou vandaag - Hans Andreus
ik wou vandaag ik was
een sprietje mooi groen gras
maar da’s natuurlijk onzin.
Ik had er ook maar weinig aan
ik zou alleen maar ergens staan
op ’n weiland of tussen stenen
en geen mens zou naar me omzien
als ie daar toevallig voorbij zou gaan
op hele lange benen
en dan wou ik als sprietje gras
weer dat ik een mens was
dus wat ik nu al ben -
en zo kwam alles min of meer
op hetzelfde neer.
dinsdag 17 november 2009
το κύμα - Χαρις Αλεχίου
Μια ώρα μόνο να σε δω κι αυτό μου φτάνει
To see you only for an hour and that is enough for me
να συνεχίσω την αδιάφορη ζωή μου
to continue my indifferent life
Αφού δεν είσαι εδώ, αγάπη μου, μαζί μου
Since you are not here,my love, with me
Μια λέξη μόνο να 'ξερες απλά τι κάνει
Only if you knew simply what one word can do
Τι φέρνει πίσω, πόση δύναμη μου δίνει
What brings back, how much strength it gives me
Ελπίδες, να σωθώ απ' του μυαλού τη δίνη
Hopes, to save myself from the vortex of the mind
(...)
To see you only for an hour and that is enough for me
να συνεχίσω την αδιάφορη ζωή μου
to continue my indifferent life
Αφού δεν είσαι εδώ, αγάπη μου, μαζί μου
Since you are not here,my love, with me
Μια λέξη μόνο να 'ξερες απλά τι κάνει
Only if you knew simply what one word can do
Τι φέρνει πίσω, πόση δύναμη μου δίνει
What brings back, how much strength it gives me
Ελπίδες, να σωθώ απ' του μυαλού τη δίνη
Hopes, to save myself from the vortex of the mind
(...)
mijn moeder is mijn naam vergeten - Neeltje Maria Min
mijn moeder is mijn naam vergeten,
mijn kind weet nog niet hoe ik heet.
hoe moet ik mij geborgen weten?
noem mij, bevestig mijn bestaan,
noem mij, bevestig mijn bestaan,
laat mijn naam zijn als een keten.
noem mij, noem mij, spreek mij aan,
o, noem mij bij mijn diepste naam.
voor wie ik liefheb, wil ik heten.
zeg me dat het niet zo is - Frank Boeyen
(...)
Kom we gaan
Trek je jas aan Anders word het te laat
Kom eens hier,
ik houd je vast, ik laat je nooit meer gaan
En ik vertel je een grap die je laat huilen van de lach
En we vergeten
de blikken van de mensen in de stad
We doen net alsof het niet zo is
Alsof het niet zo is
Alsof het niet waar is
We doen net alsof ze gewoon verder leeft
Alsof ze gewoon verder leeft
Zelfs als het niet zo is
afsluitdijk - M. Vasalis
(...)
Er is geen einde en geen begin
aan deze tocht, geen toekomst, geen verleden,
alleen dit wonderlijk gespleten lange heden
lijmen - Joke Van Leeuwen
Ik had drie beestjes,
drie beestjes van steen.
Een vogeltje,
Een veulentje,
Een varkentje.
Ze zijn gevallen.
Ze braken stuk.
Ik heb ze gelijmd.
‘t is bijna gelukt.
Ik heb drie beestjes,
drie beestjes van steen.
Een volentje,
Een veukentje,
Een vargeltje.
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