Now that I know

Hide and Seek
Hide and seek, running away. To a place that’s safe enough. Into a kingdom a square-yard large. Lasting a minute, but of lasting wealth. Yet you won’t overstep the radius of the game. And you’ll stay within the circle, the circle of friends. Hide and seek, they’re running away. Fading out in all directions. And all that’s left is a lot of acres. Acres of time lasting years. Yet you won’t overstep the radius of the game. And you’ll stay within the circle, the circle of friends.

The sound of iron
The sound of iron, the smell of food, I let it come all over me. I feel so brown, so autumn-brown. Like a leaf carried by the wind. The bed I lie on, the dreams it keeps, I let it come all over me. I get on my feet again and leave the room. I enter the kitchen, but all I see. All I see is a still-life of pots and pans, a gas-cooker, everything. I wish they'd smiled to me to reassure I'm dreaming. But all I see is ice, a world I don't recognize. I can't rely on the things I hear, the things I smell the house I'm in. I must have missed the main way out, I'm stuck inside a house not mine. A house not mine...

A wintry day in '69
From the waterside I sit and watch the world go by. The air is filled with voices, I catch some words here and there. Men with tight-lipped faces skating off, off and on. They tear the sound to pieces, causing the distortion field. From the waterside I find myself home suddenly. Memories out of nothing, in pieces now they come again. I stand up still a bit dizzy, gazing at the world outside. Winter’s just begun, causing this distortion field. From the window-pane, now I turn around and face a quite familiar room, deserted long ago. On the ground some toys, considered lost for years. And predestined as it seems a magazine dated ’69. Something tries to fool me, even following me in my dreams. Or it’s something very childlike, the way it tries to lure me. In fact I’d like to know then, what it is, it wants to show. Fancy it is Me, revealing what I kept for years.

So cold here
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So cold here. I wonder why it always ends up again playing that fire, playing that fire myself. Again?! ...Home, so this is home. Jesus why I'm alone then. Don't interfere, I was just talking, I was just talking to myself. Sing a song, entertain me. Lullaby, drug me. One cup-o’-coffee, milk & sugar please ...sugarpie.Please, have a seat & keep me company ...please do! Fly with me to the sun. Melt with me forever. One final taste of the pink solution. Please, take a nip & I’ll talk you up the sky. Let-us-dis-solve!

The colour I bleed
Girl I love you, can you feel it: the warmth I radiate. I'm losing liquid, dripping deep red. Ain't it a beautiful colour I bleed. April is playing. Made its choice to be white. Shaped us perfect a scenery to frolic around. I feel burning all over, feel the drive in my veins. It’s a nice balanced power and I, I’m in charge. Girl I love you, can you feel it: the warmth I radiate. I'm losing liquid, dripping deep red. Ain't it a beautiful colour I bleed. We've been playing all day. I’ve been your brother so far. Let us lay down a moment and quit a while. Let me open your blouse. Let me bite in your chest. See the blood you were hiding, the colour I lost. Girl I love you, can you feel it: the warmth I radiate. I'm losing liquid, dripping deep red. Ain't it a beautiful colour I bleed.

Into the next gear (Joe)
Joe, riding his bike (bicycle), waving at the countryside, saying hello to the sun, kissing, kissing the air. And he 's so proud of his brand new bike, into the next gear! Farms and trees he now leaves far behind, overtaking shadows of birds. Speeding at the speed of a motorcar, he can even kiss their rearlights...( ksss ). And he 's so proud of his brand new bike, into the next gear! Trains going East, leaving people at stations watching by. Planes, his bike taking off. above or in the clouds. Space. colours. Lyrics not finished yet, will follow later…

The Mouthorgan-kiss
I'm watching the face in the poster. James Dean smiling at me. Never will I be like you, I'm just a boy. My hand slips over her leg, she's just a girl. My mouthorgan shines, she watches me and listens. It's for her I play, but I play a tune I like. I'm blowing all the life, all the life I've got in me. And drawing all the shit, all the shit from yesterday. I hand it over, she blows a chord or two. It slides through her lips from left to right. She watches a bit silly the tiny instrument. Then gives it back to me, giving back the life I gave.

The escalator song
Walking... no we're running up the escalator. Our jackets hanging loose over the shoulders. We don't know where we're going, but we started somewhere. Attracted by the light and we're certain it must be up there. Climbing, still climbing, zigzagging through the crowd. They don't know, where they're going on this stairway to the light. We know we are running, cause we started it once. Enchanted by the light that is calling from behind that iron door. We have discovered the boardinghouse-throne. See all those people, the ever-seeking crowd. We have discovered the boardinghouse-brains. See us two boys, the masters of the escalator-end.

Dancing in the ballroom
I’m always drawing circles. Why do I always turn around, moving up and down, closing in a strange way. In this ballroom made of glass I always dance these figures. The only ones to partner me are the reflections in the glass. Why can I not find a home, just to find myself some rest. And live like everyone in the rhythm of the... ...day takes so long. It looks to me a whole life. Yet it feels like wasted time, like wasting a whole life. Now I’m staring at the glass, know that I can break it. Imagining the crashing sound of a ballroom at its end.

She is total...
I've got a girl and she's my doll. I comb her hair and dreams we share. I’ve got a friend, he is my toy. I drive him fast till I’m run out of joy. She is total. She is the girl I always adored: I dressed her, I made her. He is the boy that always bored: never was there, never will be. She is total yeah! Deep at night, when tints are blue, she knows I do see through her eyes. She is mine! And in the light there stands that boy. Pouting silly, who is he anyway? She is total! Girl, go and get him. Squeeze him in your arms. I said, squeeze him on your lips. In your body, your fatal embrace. Right! That’s my girl! I said that’s my girl!! She is mine!! She is mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Songs are made of iron
Songs are made of iron. They never say what’s true. The best things always happen, never to be caught in steel. So why then should I try to do my best to fill this song with a lousy text. And sing myself a broken voice. A voice that will always be deformed to match someone else’s taste.

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.

Heading for the East
I’m travelling, a cigaret in my hand, my legs spread. I’m on my way. I feel being there, you’re my balance. I rest. I know. You are here. You are mine. We’re in a train heading for the East, back in time. We’ve left the West, left a bit of pain, left confidence. Hey there goes Joe, riding his bike. Still going strong, still going on.

A brick of life
Where did I leave it, can anybody help me. I had it given me and sure I took it with both hands. In my construction there must be a brick that feels warm. I’ve been thinking and thinking, but couldn’t find a trace at all. I’m just a dreamer, the world is in my skull. Presents are lost upon me, but this one was a piece of life. In my construction there must be a brick that feels warm. I’ve been thinking and thinking, but couldn’t find a trace at all. I’m just a dreamer, the world is in my skull.

What do you want me to play?
Tell me, what do you want me to play? I’ve got two sound hands and this guitar is OK. I can switch into D, change it easily to G, going back again. I feel so sick I can hardly think. Words coming out of my mouth I let my body speak. But I don’t wanna be a playing fool for thee. And after all I’m the one to control who I am and where I wanna B.

Spider-thread
Wind - I'm settled on a dune-top. Thoughts - on urban speed my brains still work. Now I'm here, far from the city. Where underneath this scenery continues. Song - I hear the voice of nature sing. Floats - like a single spider thread. It is time, time to listen. It's the song, DNA of life.

Where am I..?
Where am I ..? Where am I going to ..? Where am I going to lead myself ..? Where am I going to lead myself this time ..? It's no surprise I tell you. I have been everywhere. I know my secret routes. Where are you ..? Where are you going to ..? Where are you going to lead me to ..? Where are you going to lead me to this time ..? Show me, I'm your man. I wanna know it all. Show me, I'm a zero. I wanna see it all. Where am I ..? Where am I going to ..? Where am I going to lead myself ..? Where am I going to lead myself this time ..?

I am so ANGRY
I am so ANGRY, see me now. Pure and clean Anger, disarming.

When I walk away
Don’t let me drop, please hold my line. I need that hand, give it to me. Don’t ever leave me, stay by my side. I need your hand holding mine. When I walk away… Now what’s the rush, why moving on. I wanna stay here forever. When I walk away… When I walk away…

Playground
We go up, we go down. It’s a stomach-sensation. We go out, we go in. It’s a lasting vibration. Do you recall, we met in springtime it was, I guess. We were small, a big world. A physical challenge. Here we are again; the season has changed. We are big, a small world. A mental endurance test. We go up, we go down. It’s a stomach-sensation. We go out, we go in. It’s a lasting vibration. Out or in, but it’s always there again. Ain’t that great to know that we always can join again. We go up, we go down. It’s a stomach-sensation. We go out, we go in. It’s a lasting vibration.

Breaking through the Limit
I'm driving. I'm driving a car. I'm driving my self back home. The road is straight, the road 's still long. Feels good to ride that old road home. I'm waiting. I'm waiting a moment. Expecting a moment to come. I'm glancing. Glancing above. It may come across from there. A zillion times a minute we're breaking through the limit. Every strike a brand new creation. A zillion times a minute we're breaking through the limit. Every strike God’s ejaculation. I'm lighting. I'm lighting a cigaret. Smoking the miles away. I'm cool, I'm strong, that road's still long. Home is where I'm going. A zillion times a minute we're breaking through the limit. Every strike a brand new creation. A zillion times a minute we're breaking through the limit. Every strike God’s ejaculation.

The sound of November
wind blows, caresses. The smell of autumn is a changing one. grassfield, wideness. Make me feel the change of season, please. I never felt before so strong this sensation. I guess, in darker years of life autumn is spring. a new day, a new world. How could I have been inside so long. decay, the edge. It crumbles under my fingertips.

Daar bij die noteboom
Daar bij die noteboom. We deden het met z'n allen bij die notenboom.

I'm with you
I'm with you, girl don't let me down especially now. Now that we have to be us at Judgement Day. Let's have faith in what we built up over the years. Now that we have to be us. In my heart, there is a dawn, every new morning. Every morning I say hello, I say this to you. I'm with you, girl strengthen me now, I know you can. Now that we have to be us at Judgement Day. Let's set free the child that grew all these years. Let it speak, the child that is us. In your heart, there is a call, every new morning. Every morning it softly whispers, please say it to me. I'm with you, girl don't let me down. Now that we have to be us at Judgement Day. Let's have faith in what we built up. Now that we have to be us. In your heart, there is a call. Every morning it softly whispers.

Surinam Flashback
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Can you Imagine!
You walk in the world 17 years old. You‘re full of energy, you know what‘s happening. Can you imagine? (descriptive) All of a sudden something falls out of the cosmos and pulls out your heart. You didn‘t see it coming. Lying in the world you can‘t bear the pain. Can you imagine? (oops!) You say “nothing ‘s ever going to hurt me anymore”. Mental power takes over, the agony disappears. You‘re stronger than you ever was before. Can you imagine? (wow!) Now you‘re in control of everything. You can do everything, no pain, no fear. What a beautiful world this is. Can you imagine? (nirvana!) But now you‘re charged with everything. You‘re loaded, heavily. Sometimes your chip can‘t handle all instructions required. You go out of your brains. Can you imagine? (help!) You‘re like in a cloakroom and accidently mixed up the coats. You must rehang them, find the right combination… … out of a million, in order to continue life. Can you imagine? (zip..) Okay you made a mess. You blew up your mental power. But in fact what can happen, you‘re still there. Can you imagine? (kicks ass!). You walk in the world, Jesus’ age. You‘re full of energy, you know what‘s happening. Can you imagine! (yes!)

I’m so curious
What a beautiful girl, I'm so curious. What a beautiful girl, you must be. What a beautiful girl, I'm so curious. What a fortunate guy, I will be. black or white, young or old. Will the wind make her hair wave to let me know. naive or bright shy or bold. Will she spy on me give away herself. on the beach, in the street. Will only her movements match with mine. here or there, now or then. Does it matter, will we know anyway. What a beautiful girl, I'm so curious. What a beautiful girl, you must be. What a beautiful girl, I'm so curious. What a fortunate guy, I will be.

A walk on the pier.
Amongst the crowd. Fathers with their children. Mothers watching the Sea. Nobody is watching me. I’m alone. Comfortably alone. Amongst the crowd I watch the Sea. She looks at me. I’m a man. A father with a child. A hand in a hand. Amongst the crowd the child looks at me. A mother, a hand, a talking moon. This is all it needs, it needs… It is noon. Time to lunch. A whole day to go. A father and his child. Amongst the crowd.

Sommerfugl
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Kangaroo ball
I once had a girl, a dream she was. On top of a kangaroo ball we lived. In orbit I bounced around the sun, she jumped on the back. So I never, never saw her face. Then t i m e, t i m e flew away, I whispered little stories. And m i l e s, m i l e s we left behind. Tightly I held on to the grip, she held on to me. And I never, never saw her face. But then she slipped away. I tried to grasp her, but tumbled in space. Just then she touched my child, the child in me.

Do you feel?
Do you feel what I feel? Yeah, what I feel, do you?! Do you feel the same, the same as I? Does it hurt you like me? It hurts, it really hurts, the agony! Do you feel the... ...the pain? Are you sensitive, girl? Are you sensitive, boy? Are you dreaming of a world in which wonders happen every day? And are you sensible, girl? And are you sensible, boy? Do you make believe that in the end everything will be okay? And still you feel a presence and still you feel an absence. And still you feel you fight your way to the top wondering, wondering why: Do you feel what I feel? Yeah, what I feel, do you?! Do you feel the same, the same as.... I wanna know! Does it hurt you like me? It hurts, it really hurts, the agony! Do you feel the ...pain ...sustain ...again and again and again, etc. Are you working hard, girl? Are you working hard, boy? Are you building up a house, a home to settle down forever? Giving love, girl/boy? Receiving warmth, boy/girl? Doesn’t love conquer all & everything after all? And you’re so resourceful! And you’re so creative! Faithful and persistent, kicking ass; you guess you’ll make it in the end! Yet a thousand lessons fail to grab the essence. Again you feel you fight your way to the top wondering, wondering why: Do you feel what I feel? Do you feel the same. Does it hurt you like me? Do you feel the... ...pain?

Angry at myself
Why don’t I stand up for myself, I am an individual. Why don’t I take the lead right now and end what grew a ritual. Why don’t I speak out what I feel, is there so much that I can lose. How come I think my dreams are real and made believe that’s left to choose. Where is the strength I once possessed, pure persistence made it mine. How come I changed it for some rest, a currency just worth a dime. How long will I sit and watch a show no one is asked to bear. What trigger is my path to cross before I simply even care. I may not be in the position, no. It may not be the right moment to step forward. You may not even be the ones I should adress to, but you better listen to me.

The sun arcing across the sky
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