Woorden, maar niet de mijne. Nummers die de achtergrond muziek vormden terwijl de wereld om mij heen samen met mij veranderde. Geen eindejaarslijstje, niet per se recent. Wel de soundtrack die op één of andere manier wist te vangen wat ik voelde.
And if I’m ever near the corner he lived on
I always think about the day I met Anton
His old victorian was black as Bondo
They tore it down, now it’s shiny new condos
Some people hold onto their misery
A token of their lives
Painted faces, warlike, they march on
Feel the end near, blinding and screaming
For blood they’d do anything
~
If I’d ever seen your face before, I know I would remember
The future still remains unknown, what we are shown
And how do you know what’s real
With that dark veil over your eyes?
I’ll find the best of you somewhere in time
~
And you’ve been so busy lately
That you haven’t found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning
Gently out of time
Tell me I’m not dreaming
But are we out of time?
~
Here we go
Down that same old road again
Empathy controls the wind that blows
And tickles our skin
A memory
A regret
A hope
A stimulus
~
I’m older in my head
My innocence is gone
I have the book you read
To help me carry on
What a price to pay
To feel like you’re alive
I was blind when he said
~
I dreamed that I was walking
And the two of us were talking
Of all life’s mystery
The words that flow between friends
Winding streams without end
I wanted you to see
~
It’s a suicide
Shut up and drive
We’re never gonna make the light
But it’s alright
‘cause tonight you will be mine
Tonight the monkey dies
~
If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
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Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
~
I try to smile when I get bad news
Figure if there is any good left, I’ll get that too
The blood is red but the veins are blue
And my bones are every color on the spectrum between the two
I squeeze through the cells that we’ve been locked in
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We willen het niet weten maar we kunnen er niet bij zo
Ik wil niet dat het waar is maar we grijpen alsmaar mis en
En iedereen met me, en iedereen met me
Altijd zijn we moe van te dichtbij of te ver weg zijn
Altijd zijn we moe van te luid of te stil te zijn
Alle deuren dicht, de gordijnen voor de ramen
Altijd moeten we slapen, altijd moeten we slapen
We willen het niet weten maar we kunnen er niet bij zo