• Turquoise

    WHAT = LIFE

  • 16 Year old UB boy is in a deep mess. His mother and father split, the family breaks apart and to UB his world collapses. How come he didn’t see this catastrophy coming. His sister did. He should watch very carefully now and find out how life works. Then he’ll always be a step ahead.

  • July 1980  UB boy finds out how life works by setting his brains on pure deduction by Cause & Effect. This leads him to infinite Time & Space and the ever splitting of Atoms & Seconds. He so finds the Sense of it all. Or rather, the nonSense. Getting rid of this knowledge by escaping in Dreams seems to be a good decision.

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  • September 4th 1980  UB boy closes his eyelids and starts travelling through his subconscious past. A beautiful turquoise world opens itself for him. Wow, he’ll stay here forever. What a fine place this Dreamworld is.

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  • October 1980  UB boy stays at his friend’s. They listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees all night long. And next morning they go underground like the Clash. The Hague is their Dream stage and all its citizens may play a roll in their Happy Noon. So reality can be as good fun as a Dream!

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  • December 1980  In this dreadful new age of pain and sorrow every Monday another week starts again and again and again. Night or Day, Reality or Dream. UB boy comes to see that there's nothing to dream about at all. What’s left to fill the void? Help..!

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  • April 19th 1981  His father is back. No school, Easter holiday and UB boy joins a good party. Kicked out of school he enjoys his old schoolmates there. In the snap of a finger the world apparently can flip from Bad to Good.

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  • May 1981  The Easter holiday is over. UB heard the warm sound of his father's shaver in the house again. Alas, all he hears now are the echoes. His mother turned his father down for the second time. Again he finds himself on the lower scale of the balance. All it does is flipping from Good to Bad.

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  • June 1981  UB boy sets his brains on deduction again and tries to make sense of it all. Another number on either side of the equation he has to take into account.

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  • What Life = Turquoise 1980-1981
    Science made me think
    Atoms, endlessly subdivisible. They can infinitely be squeezed. The universe, a 4D sphere, its surface our space. Our limited space I mean. Floating in innumerable D's, annulling any distance. Seconds, endlessly subdivisible. They can infinitely be squeezed. Time, always moving. A standstill our life. Our limited life I mean. I still can't reason time as space, but I'm sure they're one. So everything = nothing. Everything = clear. There's nothing new beyond the sun and I hate being aware of this. I could do what I like. I could steal, kill and rape. It just doesn't solve anything. The only solution would be ignoring this nasty knowledge. But the point is that I can't forget all the things I've learnt. Well I won't protest, cause the world won't get better or worse. I'm one of the masses and this is a single cry... CRY.. I'm leaving for Slumberland, the only reliable world. Here at least I can't philosophize. I'll be a direct object, cause dreams can't be controlled. Which I’m not aware of and I’m not aware of dreaming either. There is no future, no past, just today.

    Turquoise
    My eyelids a screen and my bed starts sloping. Far away I can hear my clock ticking slow. At this moment I'm travelling through my subconscious past. I see things I perceived today out of the corner of the eyes. Then... the dark an audience, gets dazzled by light. And a turquoise world opens itself for me.

    At the gate
    He and I, we woke up in this house. A house full of daybreak, daylight. Bordered on the gate of Turquoise. And we left it ajar... A city at daylight, so bright. Manoeuvering the crowd, underground. And we're the only being ones. Acting in the logical way of dreaming. When reality is a dream. There's nothing to worry about anymore. The enturquesation of white. The problems as a white painting on the wall.

    When there 's nothing to dream about
    Monday after Monday another week again. Monday after Monday closer to the end. Monday after Monday it obsesses me. Monday after Monday makes me feel so down. Makes my life stagnate. The more time proceeds, the less I feel to do something I'm used to. But what am I to do then. Don't know alternatives. Which only makes it worse. Anyway I want to live. I could expand the measure, but it doesn’t make the song have more bars.

    Would the balance be restored?
    Friends. Yesterday. Friends. Again. Friends. Today. Friends. At last. Would the balance be restored, or did it flip to the other side. There are friends this morning. There are friends tomorrow. And after tomorrow. After after tomorrow. Well I don't care of course, it's just that I wonder. Would the balance be restored, or did it flip to the other side.

    Balances
    Musing over dreams so clear, coherent, so near. Longing for the beautiful days, but they're past, they're past. I wonder why I'm so boring, few years ago everything was alright. Bad times weren't as bad as now, now I only see balances, balances. Nothing ever changed after all, the balance never restored. Me the great philosopher and here I am again.

    Waves
    Turquoise, the rhythm of my clock. I felt its pulses all my life. The ticking clock in my mind calling me back from playing day-life. Balances, another heartbeat. Never did it strike until now. Calling me back from playing life, for I was jamming at the wrong side.