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DD = Dames Dubbel (Geux en Koogje)
DD: a
kind-eh-,
Feeling kind-eh-, bad
Wishing and praying (hmmm) Today, the earth would be kind-eh-, flat
So I could stop kind-eh-, wandering – (hmmm, oh yeah...) Finally - falling down From it’s face (hmmm, flat
on my face...) For, this seems not my kind-eh-, town (oh,
no, not this place...)
Walking round and round – (hmmm,
oh over and over) Circles getting kind-eh-, small, every time
My sad face is growing longer (hmmm, my god) And, it does’nt kind-eh-, look like mine (-oh, not any more, no more...)
Sent me the Big Boss, a kind-eh-, priest, anyone .... – (hmmm, who cares...) To
put me out of my kind-eh-, misery,
Babe, for I don’t want to be (hmmm, oh no, no more!) Even a small, tiny part, of this kind-eh-, history (it’s an old, selve repeating mad mystery...) (VOCALS in between)...oh no,... flat on my pretty kind-eh-, face, hmmm..., over and over,
oh, hmmm my... God, not again, but who cares..., oh yeah, who wants to
know this old history, nobody, for nobody knows, nobody wants to,
kind-eh-know, oh over and over, the kind-eh-trouble I have seen (= gepikt), at work, in the paper, at the news, at CuBra, you and me, us,
hmmm – kind-eh-, right, oh yeah, hmmm..) (VOCAL): So, stop asking me for any kind-eh-, solution
(hmmm, why don’t you, one, two, three...) Put your own kind-eh-, act together
As always, you seem to know kind-eh-, best
( oh yeah, so it kind-eh-, seems... hmmm) But I, you know, I know...(honey,
I know), I kind-eh-, knowowow,
I know kind-eh-, better... -and: while instrument & voice together slowly fade away- (Hmmm, yaeh),... I still think I (know, kind-eh-, know better), that’s what’s
keeping me up love, honey, that’s what’s keeping me kind-eh-,
pushes-me, up, all the time, all the way ....oh yeah ...hmmm ....kind-eh
....kind-eh .......kind-eh .......... de
‘ge wit wel’ BLOES, van
de meskes en
‘k vuulde menèige, ge wit wel, niet himmel lekker, ‘k
dee unne wens en ging hard aont bidde dè’t vandaog
de wèèreld, ge wit wel, zu
zen, voorùit: un
hil klèin bietje gekker ut
lieke is nog nie ùit en
dè ’k niemir, ge wit wel, ammel rond te dwaole hoef en
dè ’k mun eige laote valle kos, wel zò verrekkus diep van
dè wenteltifke aaf – zòò, recht op munne groef veul
isser nie mir aon, dees plek, ge wit wel – waor ik oot zo
lekker mee oe op
èèn kusse sliep Naor
ut schènt lööp ik mun lèève lang zòmar wè in rondjes in
van die kringeskes die, ge wit wel, stids klènder worre, ied’re
kir Krèig
‘k dur wel zonne sik van ‘k
lèk nie ins mir op, ge wit wel, menèige, van
men hoef dees gedoe
nie’ mir Stuurde
gij mar dun Gròte Baos, ge wit wel, veur men part dun Pustör... die aon men zielig, ge wit wel,
lije – hil rap un endje mokt Lief,
ik wu zò noot nie zen nie, dè witte gij wel hör en
dees, ge wit wel, goeiekòòp vurhaol daor hedde gij men ok mar aongehokt (’t
is stids van utzelfde gemaauw… meej
jou..)
-instrumentale
solo- (praoter dan mar un stukske tussedeur: oh nèèj, nie plat op men schön smoel, iedere kir, nondedoeme, nie wir war, wie kan dè naa wè schille, wie wil dees naa weete, gin meens toch, himmel gin meens wil weete: wè veur trubbels dè’k ammel meemaok op men wèèrik, wè’k ammel lees in de kraant, en op ’t zjoernaol zie, en wè’k hier naa wir zie des is ok himmel niks (zeg naa zelluf), en gij en ik saome, hmmm, des toch - ge wit wel,iets van: wit ik veul, jeh, hmmm…) Dus
vraogt men mar nie om zonne nuuwe, ge wit wel, fiets (hmmm,
schiet mar un bietje op…) Verzinde
gij zelluf mar is, ge wit ut wel, van ‘t èèn of aander iets Gij
wit ut altij, ge wit wel, gij wit ut toch altij o zòò best (Jeh, dè lekt mar…) Mar
ik, en dè witte gij verrekkes goed, ik wit (jeh,
men sùikerklontje, ik wit wel) Ik
wit ut, ge wit wel, ik wit ut, ge wit wel, ik
wit wel b e t e r, langzaomaon
zo op ut lest. (
ge wit wel,… ge wit wel,… ge wit
wel )
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