WEIGHTS AND MEASURES.

Over liedjes gesproken: morgen speel ik er twee op het open podium van mijn studie, woensdag in LVP in Leiden om 20:30. Ik heb gekozen voor één oude, die de titel van deze site draagt, trouwens, en een nieuwe, die ik vorige week heb geschreven.

"Weights & Measures" gaat over een reis naar Boedapest, over een nieuwe vriendschap aldaar gemaakt, over mijn continue drang om sense van dingen te maken, en over iemand missen, aan wie je graag dit verhaal zou vertellen.

Good News for the Insane

The battery in my remote
Seems to have gone pretty low
Does this mean I have to go outside?

'Cause I would rather sit and watch ER
While I wonder where the hell you are
Hoping somehow things will work out right

I'm a wreck, I'm a thief, I'm a liar
I'm a king crowned with thorns of desire
I'm a drop in the flame, I know, it's all just a game
That must be good news for the insane

I've walked the face of these shallow lands
That are crafted by the many hands
On the edge of where old Europe used to be

So they may keep the waters far
But there's no dike that can keep my heart
From bleeding over everyone I see

What happens to all our dreams
Written in the sand
What happens to all the footprints
I leave where I stand?

I guess like good news for the insane
They'll all get washed away
Weights & Measures

Here we are: intoxicated, and proud owners of human brains
Or is that both the same?
I mean, look at us: little cosmopolitans in post-communist karaoke bars
Tonight home doesn't seem that far

And they laughed so loud at my jokes, you know
But what does that buy me without you to hear the sound?

There must be an easier way to describe this
Boil the gist of it down and convert it
To weights and measures tonight

He's got greater ambitions and bigger plans than I could ever say
But this time I'm not afraid
I mean, you've only got six hundred fifty thousand hours before the light goes out
So you'd better live it down

They laughed so loud at my jokes, you know
But what does that buy me without you around?

There must be an easier way to define it
Boil the gist of it down and convert it
To weights and measures
The pain, the pleasure
Like the gears on clockwork
Until years of hard work pay off


Ik zou het leuk vinden als je erbij was!

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