apocalyps

 

 

 

 

 

De herfst vindt zich altijd weer in de eigen

 

Apocalyps

 



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photo 

(c) JR. 2017



goud

 

 

 

de

 

zon schijnt tot aan zijn onderkant

 

maar

 

het is niet alles dat goud is wat blinkt

 

aan

 

het eind van een

 

regenboog

 

 

 

(c) JR. 2017

 

 

my heaven , lyrics

she's

 

like an angel in the morning

 

when she looks me in the eye

 

and

 

folds her wings around me

 

with her restfull holy sigh

 

 

and

 

she shows me she's my heaven

 

with her garden waiting inside

 

and

 

I know we will taste her fruit

 

when

 

we reap what we sowed all through the night

refrein:

and

she takes me to all those lovely places

where she knows she'll blow my mind

and

she shows me she's my heaven with her garden

wating inside

 

(c) JR. 2017




anonimiteit

 

 

 

 

 

 

langzaam zakt de zon

 

in

 

al zijn tederheid achter de einder

 

zie

 

ik de avond vallen omsluit de duisternis mij

 

met

 

zijn anonimiteit

 

en...

 

besef ik weer wat ik mis

 

 

(c) JR.




Lovely Beth

 

 

 

hard as a nail, hard as a bed

 

was lovely Beth, we've put to rest

 

lovely Beth was all that, she was a cold storm

 

a

 

screamin' kettle, a horse in a trot

 

lovely Beth was all that

 

 

soft in her head, soft in her heart

 

soft in her parts, soft an' very hard

 

lovely Beth was all that

 

 

a

 

mouse keen on cheese, a car in a junkyard,

 

a cow in a supermart

 

lovely Beth was all that

 

 

sof in her head, soft in her heart, soft in her parts

 

soft an' very hard

 

hard as a nail, hard as a bed

 

was  lovely Beth

 

 we've

 

put

 

to

 

rest

 

(c) JR.

Belinda

Belinda

 

lived her insane life, reachin' out to the naked skies

 

time an' time reachin' for that side

 

where angels fly in their blindin' light

 

 

speed

 

filled her days an' nights, maddening , demanding an' rough

 

a bird trying to catch the sun, she got burned on her last run

 

Belinda

 

queen of birds living a short life, tried to catch the sun

 

never got close to that light

 

time was getting short in supply

 

a line was cast to the other side

 

booze was a torment, drugs a need

 

this lady couldn't budge or leave

 

an' yes she kiceld it aside for a clean life

 

 

belinda

 

livin a short life, tried to catch the sun

 

never got close to the ligfht

 

(c) JR.