Do you ever simply walk around
and listen to all the little sounds
the passing by of cars
and airplanes from afar
the randomness of the noise
over the steady beat of your feet
on the pavement of your street?

Bas en drum of woord en beeld
Het komt allemaal op hetzelfde neer
Ik doe dit en jij doet dat
Er ontstaat een nieuwe woordenschat
Wat woorden samen zijn een zin
Een instrument is maar een ding
Een half woord is al genoeg
Het is niet te laat, het is nog vroeg
Het is niet meer dan een begin
Van een ontwikkeling
En waar die ons zal leiden?
Wie het weet mag het zeggen
Het is een hele lege bladzijde.

Let’s zoom in to a place
Where all love has seemed to fade
We see a nice young lad
With a weight on his back
Too heavy to carry
And hard to throw away
Cause the aches they are a many
And the pills, they make them disappear

He’s not here
His body may walk on
But his mind has left the scene
He’s not here
You’re not here

Temporary solutions
May lead to disillusionment
And conclusions are not supposed to alienate
Your emotions, they are your guidance in this world
Without them he’s nothing but an empty boy

He’s not here
His body may walk on
But his mind has left the scene
He’s not here
You’re not here.

It was the voice of darkness
whispering in my ear
that told me to trust my fears
and run away from here
“Believe me” he said
“these woods are waiting for your death,
so let your mind lead your feet
and drag your body out of here”
I looked around
and was surprised to find myself
in the midst of dark green trees
all bending over me
Surely I had never seen
anything as amazing as this
as I am a Child of the City
grown up between my fellow brothers
and fell in love with my sweet sisters
But strangely enough I instantly felt at ease
entangled in these trees
Until this day I still regret
that I’ve only seen these woods in dreams.

Please be quiet now
Quiet and subtle
As gentle as you can be
Fold your arms around me
Let this dream be real
As real as we can feel
You know, time is on our side
And death has no watch.

It was your sweet voice I heard
that reflected songs of ancient birds
it combined a taste of Greek finesse
with a hint of modern emptiness
Timeless as it may have seemed
your voice went away with the passing of the dream
and left me behind, gasping for air
waiting for that moment you will be there.

The fact that your parents grew up on this land
does not make it yours
the fact that your ancestors fought for this land
does not make it yours
whether they suffered or they conquered
whether violent or peaceful
we are all immigrants in this country
we are all natives in this world
with our own culture
our own traditions
our own families
and our own wishes
sure, there are laws to obey
order should be or chaos will reign
I won’t ask you to give your property
I won’t ask you to give anything
All I ask is for you to realise
you were one of the lucky ones
‘cause where you live
can you sit in your house
and go where you please?
can you speak your mind
without fearing the police?
where you live
are there bombs on hospitals?
is your government killing its citizens?
If the answer is no
you are one of the lucky ones
are you willing to see
the world through different eyes
and simply sympathise
with everyone
not just with that foreigner married to family
or that foreigner friend that you have
but with everyone on the run
for noone should be a refugee.

What are you
supposed to be
and why are you
staring at the sea
Are you longing to travel
or haunted by misery
To my regret
I won’t ever unravel
thou sublime mystery.