Night in the city

citylights they watch me
they give me fright
when I wander along
the banks of the river
they make me shiver
by their cold stare
that's all but there

follows me ev'ry where
whereever I go never
seem to leave me alone
alone in the streets that
give me their quietness
that give me their peace

I can hear them breath
I can hear them call for me
to walk in them
just for pleasure, just to please

I'm a city freak
I wander the streets
the streets show me
what I wanna see
I'm so very pleased
the streets call me
yes...
they really love me

what ever I see
they kept for me
all the murders
all the rapes
I see them happen
in a front row seat
again an' again

that's why I wander
wander at nightfall
'cause the Streets
are pleased to see me
wander them at their
darkside
wander them where
there are no city lights


(c) JR.

Old Glass

Dit is de oorspronkelijke Engelse tekst uit de tachtiger jaren van ' gebroken glas '

iedereen mag zelf uitmaken welke de beste is, deze of de Nederlandse vertaling

ik heb in die jaren ontzettend veel geschreven vooral in de Engelse taal en ook

teksten voor muziek ik zal er velen van deze aan dit blog ter beoordeling

gaan toe vertrouwen

 

 

 

a glass is getting old, breaking up, goin'to pieces

 

after such pleasures it gave, an old glass

 

so  many memories it has

 

 

and it breaks, can't be replaced

 

all the memories erased, breaking up

 

after so much pleasure it gave

 

 

and it breaks away

 

underneath your fingers

 

memories crushed to flinters

 

it can't be replaced, erasing all the names

 

that held her,  used her, 'till pleasure came

 

yes, it was great

 

 

a short, long life it had,

 

filled up to the rim

 

it was at its best,

 

never said no to a drink

 

never came second best

 

never had any rest

 

 

an' the glass it gave, without any resistance

 

it gave all its life, in an unheard sigh

 

without any sign of fright

 

catching that last light

 

 

an old glass on the shelf

 

crushed to peaces, without shouting 'help '

 

it vanished in to the past

 

without a clash

 

it didn't last

 

 

(c) JR.   tachtiger jaren