The Sea.

My ship of feelings has sunk, the wreck lies somewhere, a thousand fathoms deep. My soul complains , my third-rate shivering dreams, make the windows of my mind tremble. Drifting out on the sea, storm has ripped the sails. The man at the helm is tired, tired, he doesn't care. I'm stone-broke, drinking while my time is passing. But the landlord doesn't know. I never knew water could burn,  sparkling stars set the sea alight. at last you'll see how water, how water burns. Take care of screaming airbeasts with wings. The sea is like a mother, even a kiss silent as a shell is overheard. The waves wash the beach. My ship of feelings has sunk. The wrack lies somewhere, a thousand fathoms deep.

The Wall.

Often they spoke, praising and glorifying. About the old struggle at the Wall. But what in former days was, now is yellow dust. And bones are scattered in the grass. My heart grew heavy when I left Yen. Because in the camp of Han, the trumpets and drums spoke. Hundreds of miles far, a cold white light brings life to the packed snow. The Wall is carried by mountains and clouds. The warriors of the emperor are old and gray. After the battle, hundreds of miles from their homes. Barbarians only know battle and bloodshed. They never bargain, fields and ploughed land they don't have. Only waste land full of pale bones, on fine white sand. Where Chin once build The Great Wall, to stop the barbarians. Han on their turn, lighted the beacon lights. The Wall is carried by mountains and clouds. Never there will come an end to the marching and fighting. Men are dying on the field. Crows and hawks are pecking at human bowels. Hang them on the branches of scorched trees. Commanders and soldiers are lying like spread. Between bushes and grass. A sword is a cursed weapon, which the wise man only uses when he has no other choice. And the Wall is carried by mountains and clouds.

A Waste.

Don't come running back to me, cause it was your idea to set this love free. Please let me live my own way. Baby, you must understand, you couldn't stay. I can't be the friend who holds your hand. I'm not a kid, so don't play a game. I just won't cry. We both thought this love was for real, but it was just a waste to try. Why did you hurt me so cruel, was I just the fool. Take your memories, when you go. Cause it was just, a waste of time. A waste of time, a waste of money. A waste of tears I cried for you honey. But the pain slowly goes away. And I'll find another man, a man who brightens my day, a man who can rock my world. Won't make the same mistake, to believe in a love that's fake..............                         (lyrics by Baze and H. de Vrieze)

Resting Song.

Never had the time to say goodbye to everyone. Never had the chance to be friends with everyone. All I had to do was work. I was a slave. Never had the strength to fight, I wasn't brave. I'm an infant, I am 40, I am old. I am female, I am male, so I've been told. My eyes are closed, my hands are folded on my chest. Burning candles light the coffin in which I rest. People, they are passing, not interested at all. Their thoughts are everywhere, floating down the hall. I wish they'd go away, I wanna be alone. Waiting for the time, untill there's nothing left but bone.Sitting in a cave, a thousand buddhas on the wall, kneeling in a church, waiting for the man to call. I am  immortal, I'll never die, that's what they say. All I have to do, is to obay and pray and pay. But now I have ascaped, I'm free, now all is clear. I'm lying in my grave, eternity is here. Never have to open my burning eyes again, no more hate and no more pain.

Why.

I opened my eyes, not quit awake yet. Didn't feel you next to me, in an empty bed. Walking trough an empty house, expecting you to ask me, what's going on inside your head. I made me some coffee, the taste was not the same. The marmalade fell on the floor, and it started to rain. Looking at the photograph, that's hanging in the hall. You and me in better days, man, it was a ball. But now I understand the things you didn't say. I wanted to stay at home, but you wanted to go out and play. The party that we went to, it was a great success. Our friends knew it all, and I, I had to guess. Why didn't you tell me you didn't love me anymore, why, why, tell me why, did you walk out the door. Give me a reason, why did you leave me in the rain. You betrayed me, you lied to me, you caused me so much pain.

A Ruin Of Rumours.

In a ruin of rumours, he lived for years and years. On fish and wild fruit, all alone with his fears. He build out of fishbones and seeds, filled up with dirt and gravel, a maze, amaze, to sit in. The hills are a sea, surrounding the big mansion. In which she's reading, she's reading in a sphere of light. Is she all alone there? Two eyes fixed on a book. or are there, in the shadows, spirits? Let your fingers rest on my eyes like flowers, flowers, the gentlest weight known to earth. Close my eyes, with the melancholy of your eyes. So I can fall asleep.