So let’s sing about stories long gone then. Like this moment in young UB’s Life. He had this picture of a concrete factory alongside a canal near the village of Overschie. So he takes his bicycle and rides to where it should be. And D**n, there it is. Saved until this day to be sung.
I see concrete I see concrete. A bus moving slowly at the foot. I see blue skies. Giving the canal its bluish tone. I can remember that bus was once alive. Crowdy, everyone wants to have a seat. Packed, in my coat and in the bus. Faces, I see only staring faces. Silence, everyone lets the engine make the sound. I can remember that engine once could speak. I must admit, that that engine sounded real.