• Where am I..?

    NOW THAT I KNOW

  • UB Boy’s path doesn’t seem to be paved ahead. He gets lost in his own Home town that is but a carpet on top of Nature. Will he find his way?

  • October 1988  Why sing of Hope & Glory? Songs don’t change UB Boy’s World. They tell about stories already gone and don’t pave the path ahead. If true then this will be UB Boy’s last song.

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  • November 1988  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.

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  • December 1988  Another unfinished business then, let’s finish this journey. It started in UB’s new room at his grandmother’s, remember?! He smoked a cigarette with his beautiful cousin to celebrate he made it all the way to September. And Colours came from East.

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  • February 1989  Now UB Boy gets the hang of it. In a dream he detects a warm brick cemented deep in his construction. It is his punk girl..! All these years loyal by his side. Even lying next to him UB Boy has to detect her...

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  • May 1989  Okay, so if all UB Boy expresses has no effect on his path, you tell him what to play! Tell him who he is and especially WHERE the hack he is.

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  • June 1989  Sitting on a dune-top UB Boy realizes that his home town is a thin layer on top of this land. So all this time he found himself in nature..! And yes, he now hears some ancient tune. Like a spider thread carried by the wind.

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  • July 2nd 1989  It's a beautiful day. It is. To do what?

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  • August 1989  The strangest thing happens. With every step UB Boy takes, he sinks deeper in the pavement. In the dunes underneath this sedate suburb. He loses control of where he is. The streetname tells him exactly where, but it makes no sense. Wow, is it this some kind of location crisis?

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  • September 1989  UB Boy feels a pure and clean anger in his body, for it doesn’t seem to relate to some incident. It doesn’t feel bad though.

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  • September 1989  And now UB wants to walk away from home, from his mother. But he left his parental home years ago?! Where do you wanna go to UB Boy?

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  • Where am I..? 1988-1989
    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.

    It's a beautiful day
    Look around, it’s a beautiful day. Come and take yourself to play. Launch your dream, give all you have. Cause the world is here to stay.

    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…