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
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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?… Lees gerust door