Maand: november 2015

Pakhaas (Fietsgedichten)


Ze ontkennen altijd

Ze zweren op hun moeder

Op het leven van hun kleine meid.



Voor uitsterven is geen gevaar

Zolang het geld blijft rollen

Want iedereen is clean, echt waar.



Ze ontkennen altijd

Zelfs al zat de dope

Die ochtend in hun ontbijt.




Rondemis (Fietsgedichten)

Ik droom soms van een rondemis

Die stralend naar me lacht

Want ik heb de koers gewonnen

Knijp me, maar wel een beetje zacht

Ik droom soms van een rondemis

De bloemen zijn voor mij

Ee beetje onwennig sta ik daar

Met de handen in de zij

Ik droom soms van een rondemis

En sta teleurgesteld op

Al die tijd verkwist aan dromen

Maar ik krijg het niet uit m’n kop!

Hij deed mee (Fietsgedichten)

Voor hem rijdt een ander

Al een hele tijd

Net niet het wiel gehaald

De aansluiting definitief kwijt.

Opgegeten door de grote groep

Het peleton kent geen genade

Zijn foto komt weer niet

In de wielerbladen.

Het meisje zal een ander zoenen

Diegene op de hoogste tree

Hij zal het wel op televisie zien

Vandaag deed hij alleen maar mee.

Vieze Belg (Fietsgedichten)

De modder op m’n schoenen

Neemt me terug naar dat veld

Ploeterende mannen

Elk van hun een held.

We komen eens kijken

Naar Vlaanderen in miniatuur

Met een pilsje in de klauwen

En de braadworst is niet duur.

Schreeuwend naar een vieze Belg

Vol modder maar het staat hem goed

Ik durf voluit te juichen

Omdat iedereen dat hier doet.

The Loudest Silence

Sometimes you have to be really loud to go silent. So for two days my son and I were very loud, and experienced the biggest silence I ever heard.

While everybody was trying to figure out what to feel and do after ‘Paris’, I was with my son at a concert on the Monday after that weekend. And on the Tuesday. Not to be a brave protester, not to make a statement…but we had planned it for a long time, looked forward to it, and we were just simply not going to let it be ruined by hatred. In any form.

So maybe that made the evening extra special, probably our senses were on a higher alert than normal, but whatever it was, we heard the starting band, and decided that we really, really liked it. Music wise, performance wise, it was just right. Would it have been less right on another night, in other circumstances? I don’t know. I just know that from now on, I am a fan of Deadly Circus Fire, from London. Things are sometimes just exactly at the right place at the right time. Like the headliners.

I never saw them before, my son likes them, so when the tickets were there, and not very expensive, I just bought them, figuring that it would probably be a nice show, and in any way a good night out. Turns out, I really like it when skilled artists blend of reggae and metal.

You can not be gloomy and wonder where the next shooting will be, when a band like Skindred takes you on a trip, and makes you dance. One of the biggest things we ever achieved as people, in my eyes, is music. This particular night was maybe not everybodies taste of music, but that’s okay. That’s just because we have another great thing in our souls. Individual taste and preferences. That thing that makes the world an interesting place.

The second night was even louder, in a venue with thousands of people, so when the singer of Papa Roach asked everybody to shut up for a moment to remember the victims, I was skeptical about what would happen. But the silence spread like a ripple through the hall, until there was actually nobody making any sound. At all.
I like silence sometimes, maybe because metal is such a big love of mine. Real silence can be beautiful. So I have looked for silence before, but never experienced it like this. Silence is not just an absence of sound, when there is nothing around to make any noise. Silence as a choice is something completely different. It is maybe the most beautiful thing people ever created. It definitively was that night.

Leave the dust in Texas

The road’s been burning
She’s got a winning smile
Feel a litle lightheaded
Think I’ll stay for a while
Cause my baby ’s gone running
She left me with denile

The blues is now ‘a flowing
Cute like a pig in a dress
Have not been home for ages
But it’s not the price of success
The bluess has got me going
Think I will kick it’s ass

Flames are burning higher
They consumes my last regret
Ol’ devil has been calling
But I forgot what he had said
While she took away my money
And stole my best top hat

My baby’s been ‘a running
She drives circles in my head
Lord now give me mercy
I just want to go to bed
Let her eat the dust in Texas
I don’t care for what she said…