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| 11-01-2006 | ||
| Thousand colors |
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Thousand colors Copyright (c) 11-01-2006 willems piet
The end of the day not yet in sight already there is that brand new light The night, untouched, passed trough As if I wasnt, still there were you Wake up, my babe, with you thousand questions
Tell me what are your coloured tensions About who you are and what you feel With in his wake a rainy day The woes for a draw near sunny day Shooting gaudy flashes in my eye Giving me warmed, and you nearby Wake up, my babe, make a thousand jokes
Dont be frighten that they might provoke what you feel and who you are making place for the crystal light your awakening face is bright and as a prisoner in the morning line To stay with you , I stopped the time Give to me your thousand tears
And walk with me the golden stairs Free from care , feel the infinity we share
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| 10-01-2006 | ||
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Duizend vragen Copyright (c) 10-01-2006 willems piet Het einde van de dag nog niet in zicht of daar is reeds dat nieuwe licht. De nacht haastte zich voorbij alsof ik er niet was, was jij naast mij Ontwaak met je duizend vragen
die steeds weer belangstelling vragen om wie je bent en hoe jij je wel voelt Met in zijn zog een regengordijn de weeën voor wat zonneschijn schiet hij felle flitsen in mijn oog geeft hij me warmte, en jij bewoog Ontwaak met je duizend grappen
of heb je schrik dat ik je zou verklappen wie je bent en hoe jij je wel voelt (wat je vanbinnen voelt) de plaatst geruimd voor helder licht (Jezus k' heb weer last van jicht) kijk ik naar je ontwakend gezicht en als gevangen in de ochtendlijn stop ik de tijd om zo bij jou te zijn Geef (aan) mij je duizend tranen
loop met me mee door de geurige lanen deel met mij wat jij vanbinnen voelt
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| Gedicht : No more |
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No more copyright (9-10-2008) : willems piet This is not my beautiful land ... This is not my lovely country ... No more The people I see are
ugly Any more This is not my beautiful land, his is not my lovely country, any more The people I see are ugly and stopped my hart to beat for this country now gone forever The voices I hear speak falsely and stopped my voice to speak for this country lost in tears The minds are working to destroy and stopped the joy in me for this country filled with hate Stop your evil work, stop the destruction from the only thing that still is hole The lost you have to deal with is made by your own voracious brain The work youre trying to accomplish will finally cut your own throat Leave us now your mind is hill, let us now go our separate ways 02-01-2006 om 00:00 geschreven door De Makers |
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| 01-01-2006 | ||
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When wrong became right [Well I am going, To our dream-site-city babe,] x2 (testopname aangepast) (but I won't bring my sorrows with me) Im tired Lord, Im so tired Of that dirty old house, this dirty old house Im sad Lord, Im so sad but I won't bring my sadness with me,... I won't bring my sadness with me From the east to the west
give fifty smiles to your babe From the river to the mountains save thirty kisses for your babe [Yes I am going Was always longing] x2 for that place where the warm wind blows [2x] I've sweat here Blood and tears now my time has come ... my time' s right here Ive worked here From dark to dark All day long all day long (2-de x : but I won't bring that darkness with me ) From the east to the west
give fifty smiles to your lover From the river to the mountains save thirty kisses for your babe [I will leave now and in a short wile] x2 the wind of the south will join us I've heard that same old song one day to long ... one day to long and I still know O, yes I know when right became wrong ... right became wrong [Well I am comming, To our dream-site-city babe,] x2 and you will bring sweet joy right to me
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