Gedicht

Nachtwacht

bed

In de schaduw van je slaap

Schrijf ik je naam onder de nacht

Naast dromen

Waartegen ik niks vermag

(Zijn ze naar?

Of net heel zacht?)

Ik trek de wacht op

En strijk letters

Uit plooien van de dag

Even hou ik de woorden vast

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Francis

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I’ll take a thread from your hair

(and then another one)

I’ll scratch an eye from your stare

(and then the other one)

A lip from your smile

(and then I’ll leave it like that for a while)

Some fingers from your gentle touch

But not too much

(like carefully deconstructing George)

To Josephine

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The world seems large right now

I Know

With those stars so far away

And that silvery moon

But one day

They will seem small

Those cardboard people

And this small town

 

Someday soon

But not just yet

First come fairy tales

Princes and whales

Bruises and stitches

Unicorns and witches

And rainbow of ice cream

To help you with that

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Citizens Not Subjects

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Of all the rockstars around Robert Smith (and his band) must be the most unlikely. But then again, maybe not that unlikely.

Just take a look the setlist and think of all the songs the cure could have played, and there you have it, they could have easily changed 20 songs on their list with exactly the same result: a perfect night. Maybe a bit more gloomy and dark, since no songs from Pornography and Faith found their way to the stage this time around, but perfect nevertheless.

Maybe for the better: this was a birthday party after all. A most joyous occasion. A celebration with great songs all throughout the evening.

And that is what is has always been about in the forty+ years that this band has been around, dispite them being goth-rock icons.

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Plainsong
Pictures of You
High
A Night Like This
The Walk
The End of the World
Lovesong
Push
In Between Days
Just Like Heaven
If Only Tonight We Could Sleep
Play for Today
A Forest
Shake Dog Shake
Burn
Fascination Street
Never Enough
From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea
Disintegration

encore
Lullaby
The Caterpillar
Friday I’m in Love
Close to Me
Why Can’t I Be You?
Boys Don’t Cry
Jumping Someone Else’s Train
Grinding Halt
10:15 Saturday Night
Killing an Arab

Other Voices

Mrs. Dorothee plays piano in the garden

And all the children know the truth

Plants and things have feelings too.

 

It’s quiet ok to touch the grass,

professor Vogel says.

Just tread softly and listen hard

Keep your head close to your heart

And do not fart. Please,

Don’t fart.

 

All of this is true you know

Leonard Nimoy told me so

A long long time ago.