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Stand

 

Some may sever
Some may never...
Some may take their needs then go...
Some find heaven,
...In sevens and elevens
Some may chase the even flow.
But:
Some may never…some may never even know.

Some may leave us
…Take us or leave us.
Some must face their fears to grow.
Some mind heaven,
...Through sevens and elevens
Some must taste their heathen glow.
But:
Some may never,
Some of you will never even know…

...Ready?

I'VE COME FACE TO FACE WITH MYSELF, MAN.
SANCTIFY THE EARLY LIGHT JUST LIKE THE OLD MAN CAN, BOY!
CHANGE THE WORLD?? YOU BETTER CHANGE YOURSELF MAN, BOY…MAN
CHALLENGE THE MIND TO BE MORE LIKE THE ROLLING OCEAN MAN!


And BURN!

BURN!!!

Thou now behold us: The souls of those who anger overcame
Thou now behold us: The souls of those who anger overcame

SOME FIND JESUS
SOME MAY NEVER EVEN STAND


STAND!

I WILL NOT, I WILL NOT GO!
(I want to know why we are metal…)
I WILL LET, I WILL LET GO!
I I I I I

(harmony, harmony…walk to war)

I STAND!!!

STAND!!!

I WILL LET GO! I WILL GO!!!

I fall now… I'm letting go.
I call tonight, I'm letting go.
I crawl…but now, I'm letting go.
I fall tonight…I'm letting go...
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
(I will let go babe…)

To thine own selves be true…show me
I'm not afraid...
I know myself…
SHOW YOURSELF!!

Do not pretend to know…there's NEVER a time but now
And I will never back down…DO YOU HEAR ME ?!?!?

I STAND!!!
STAND!!!
(no more hate, no more hate!!!)
STAND!!!

I WILL NOT, I WILL NOT GO!!!
(I want to know why we are metal…)
I WILL LET, I WILL LET GO!

I WILL LET GO!!

FALL OUT, THEN FALL BACK IN LINE…

SHUT IT!!

Devin Townsend Project - Stand

Metal, opera, musical, meesterwerk. Devin Townsend : genie.

 

Handdoek dag

A towel is about the most massively usefull thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon;  use it to sail a minicraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat, wrap it around your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, as it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you- daft as a brush, but very, ver ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (read : non hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has a towel with him, he will automaticly assume that he is also in posession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask,compass, map, ball of string,gnat spray,wet-weather gear, space suit etc etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accedentally have " lost ". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and STILL know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy).

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy

 

Voor Douglas. Spreek je later & bedankt voor de vis!

Het spiegelend evenbeeld

 

 

Wat is leven? Ogen die elkaar niet zien,
hout op hout de woede van het lichaam,
draaiend in het cirucusspel van heden.

Het is een straatnaam aan een huis,
de ogen rode tekens aan een voorhoofd,
terend op de gedachte aan gisteren:

'Ik loop in zoveel duisternis
dat ik blind ben van vragen.
's Nachts de koele mist van de liefde
bij dag de godsdienst van het ademhalen'.

Terend op een wanhoop die morgen is:
alleen met anderen die alleen zijn,
samen met de eigen stem, die niet klinkt
in een wankel en vermoeid bestaan
waar geen geluid meer doordringt.

En ik die dit leven niet ken
ik, een toerist in eigen land,
vreemde voeding in mijn cellen,
vreemde rook in mijn mond.

Ik loop langs alle wegen die mij dragen
en vraag, maar kan niet meer vragen,
Geef mij het einde, zodat ik mijzelf herken.

Simon Vinkenoog - 'Spiegelend evenbeeld' ; uit ' Spiegelschrift' (1962)

 

Waarom?

Engel

© Katherine Daykin

Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden
den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann
warum man sie nicht sehen kann

Erst wenn die Wolken schlafen gehn
Kann man Uns am Himmel sehn
Wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss Ich will kein Engel sein

Rammstein - Engel

Schuld

 

I was flicking through the channels on the tv
On a sunday in milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations,
Trying to find out where to lay the blame

But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame,
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

I heard sinatra calling me down through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time

For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame,
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck
Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me

Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew
That you were all alone, can't you understand that the
Government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the
Looks on the faces saying what a jerk

So if you want my address it's number one
At the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and
Nursing the scars, blame it on me, blame it on me
Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck


Your daddy took a raincheck

Marillion - Sugar Mice
 
Fish op zijn best : eerlijk, openhartig en autobiografisch. Met het oog op sommige zaken die ten tijde van het schrijven van dit nummer nog ver in zijn toekomst lagen misschien zelfs wel profetisch.

Einde

" And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make "

The Beatles, ' The End'

 

 

 

Niet WEER

At first flash of Eden
We race down to the sea
Standing there on freedom's shore

Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun

Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live in the scattered sun

Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun

Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong

This is the strangest life I've ever known

Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live in the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun

 

The Doors - Waiting for the Sun

Prachtige Dag

Zon

 

 

The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a tree
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
And I'll only take medicine
If it's followed by sweets
A sickly pink liquid
That puts me to sleep

My head beats a better way
Tomorrow a better day

And I can watch TV
While I'm wrapped up in bed
And mother makes sure that
I'm watered and fed
My best friend from school will
Come over and stare
At me in my bubble
Of germified air

When I'm asleep the smoke fills me
I feel the heat
My illness leaves me

The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a treat
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
But after a while
The noise from the street
Is making me wish I
Was back on my feet

Porcupine Tree - Lightbulb Sun

Het perfecte ziek-in-bed-liedje :)

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