ah beste vriende te hier
omdat'k internationaal moet toch
de wereld verovere
nou ja...met me meervoudig talent
dat'k met'et grootste gemak
maar uit te scheppe heb
asof'et niks is
koud kunstje
( 'n kind kan de was doen zei herman brood steeds en zo voelt'et aan jawel)
dat'k dus wat engels moet
nou ja zo'n kind of weet je wel
ik ben geen engelsman noch amerikaan
dus...
foutjes
doch je bent'n muggenzifter of kniesoor
of helemaal geschift en krakkemikkejorom
of hoe zegge ze dat in holland hier
whatever
zo ik zo paard dus
" this was happening to me "
oh dear friends this is a little story
no kidstuff
and i do not know what it is
but i think it's the summer
that i feel
so nearby
and from the early morning
when the sun shines little
as she's shy
so she climbs by my naked toes
all the way over my legs and body
to my head
and she flashes me awake
oh dear friends that makes me feel good
and startin'the day as i never did before
so strong as a purebreed on the track
and i leave home to get some breath
the spirit of the city the spirit of the rock'n roll
and so i do i take breath and i give
my god what's happenin'to me
fiiioooo
and at once i wrote a little story
no kidstuff i told you before
but i was sweatin'as a pig
losin'kilos
walkin'in the forest the jungle almost
and chasin'wild pigs and foxes
lookin'for some signs to find my way
oh i became so tired
left tracks everywhere
even in the water
and i ate mushrooms sittin'on a tree
talked with dwarfs
and fairies
made love with them
and with halfwilde woman
with long hair and naked
and they sparkled when they came
had nice eyes twinkling
oh my god i let them come once
i let them come twice
three times four times
and never it was enough
and than i walked on
everything seemed a fairytale
but i was sweatin' and working as a horse
with foam on the mouth
and red spots allover my belly
and i felt old at once
a dirty old man and criple
but i did not see it
there were no mirrors
and when there was a mirror
i did not look in it
my god and i moved on
like i left the world
and went back to my roots
wild and crazy
the master of the forest
the robin hood the hunter
a kind of lonesome cowboy
however
there were no horses
but i was
and this dear friend
this is what happened to me
today
or is it all a dream
and how more dream can a dream be
or is it real to real
i just don't know
till now i did not find
the clue
freak out!!!
(c) luk paard
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