Die koer-koer van die tortelduif
So vroeg soggens
Luister ek na die koer-koer van die tortelduif
Met sons opkoms en die sonstrale op my nakende liggaam
So warm voel my hart om te weet dat jy my lief het
Verlang ek na jou in ‘n verre land
Ek onthou ons tyd saam
Die ure van lag en gesels
Soos die son, jou warm onhelsing
onthou ek hoe jy my styf teen jou druk
En liefdes woorde in my ore fluister
poem by Persian Khushi
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Otoya en Oslo
Heer, in afgryse luister ons na ‘n verhaal van haat
‘n Verhaal wat ons verbuisterd laat
Hoe kan mens hierdie dade in woorde omsit?
Heer, ‘n hele nasie staan in pyn en smart
Die letters van swart op die wit papier kan nooit die pyn uitdruk
En ‘n groot gat is saam met gebou se mure uit ons hart geruk
En elke lyk van elke kind op daardie eiland voel soos ons eie
Die verlies wat ‘n ouer voel sal nooit beksryf kan word
Heer, Heer, ons uitroepe van smart en seer is so oorverdowend soos die bom
Heer, Heer, ons gevoelens lê soos die bakstene verstrooid
‘n Ramp uit ‘n mens se hand?
Heer, die vrae oor die toekoms van elkeen in daardie land
Heer, U alleen sal kan berusting bring, want troos is nie moontlik
Heer, U alleen sal kan oordeel oor so ‘n daad
Heer, vergelding is al waaraan mens kan dink
En tog sal dit ons plaas waar hy staan
Vergelding sal ons plaas in die hand van die duiwel
Heer, ons bid vir hierdie mense dat U hul sal beskerm
poem by Amanda Boucher
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Et Memoria [2]
Kom stap vanoggend deur my lewe
terwyl ons, ons gisters onthou,
‘n nuwe dag voor ons oopvou
en laat ‘n afdruk van jou
geskilder teen die seildoek van my gedagtes
want elke nuwe môre
word uit ons gisters gebore
en jy bly deel van my, al is
alles tussen ons nou verby,
sien ek jou in die glans van die son,
die dou wat blinkend op blare sit
en ek besef nou, dat liefde
in elke oomblik van onthou
weer van voor af begin
en hoe langsaam rek ek nog
oomblikke wat reeds verby is uit
asof dit altyd deel van my menswees is
maar ek is reeds daarvan bewus
dat dinge vêr by verby tussen ons is,
dat jy vanaand
hitte by iemand anders sal kry
asof ek, net nog
deel van ‘n dooie vlam is.
[Verwysing: Et Memoria deur Japie S. Strydom:
“Kom stap vanaand
deur my môre,
en blaai saam deur my drome,
teken jou liggaam hier
in my sagtebandboek aan,
want ons vandag is in gisters en more gebore:
jy is die ligflits van die son,
die môre-dag se dou;
‘n laat middag in my somer-drome,
‘n vroeë lente more –
Ek weet vanaand,
dat die dae van ons lewe (liefde?) ,
weer,
in elke nuwe onthou begin:
hoe langsaam het ek jou
in die dae van gister en môre
in onthou van lang-verlang –
toegespin en afgedra
na die wol kombers van my gewete.
Ek weet vanaand,
sal jou voete
ongewoond aan die vreemdheid –
my skaam-koud skei.”]
Et Memoria
Come and walk through my life today
while we remember our yesterdays,
a new day is unfolding for us
and leave an impression of you,
painted against the canvas of my thoughts
because every new tomorrow
is born from our yesterdays
and you stay part of me, even though
everything between us is past,
I see you in the sparkle of the sun,
the dew that are sparkling on leaves
and now I realize, that love
in every moment of remembering
starts new again
and how slowly I still stretch out moments
that is already past
as if it’s always part of my humanity
but I am aware
that our relationship is far past being dead,
that tonight
you will find heat with someone else
as if I am only
part of a quenched flame.
[Reference: Et Memoria by Japie S. Strydom:
“Come walk tonight
through my tomorrow,
and page with me through my dreams,
draw your body here
in my soft covered book,
since our today is born in yesterdays and tomorrows:
you are a flash of the sun,
the early morning dew;
summer dreams on a late afternoon,
an early spring morning–
tonight I know,
that the days of our lives (love?) ,
again,
starts in every remembrance:
how slowly I weaved you
and carried you down
– into the cocoon of yesterdays and tomorrows
in remembrance of drawn out longing
to the wool blanket of my conscience.
Tonight I know
that your feet
unaccustomed to the strangeness -
will separate from me coldly shy.” (My English translation.) ]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Akker blaar
Een aand se trane van Liefde loop
Gevoelins van twee aan mekaar verkoop
Dit als verander in ´n derde probleem
In die ooste met die son embleem
Na die weste met die hang van berge
Die son brand en berge krap die hart tot op sy nerwe
Gooi jou akker blaar in die wind verwaai
Laat haar toe dat die wind haar oplaai
Waai saam die weste wind
Want weste wind waai na die ooste
Haar hart so deurmekaar soos akker blare
Jy weet daar pomp liefde in haar are
Ek gee aan haar al my sons ondergange
Met blare wat waai onder die son teen berge se hange
Sal sy takke en bande knip
En weer terug waai na my
poem by Frikkie de Beer
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Verlate en Vergete
Aleen in die wereld
So eensaam na jy weg is
My hart in stukkies
Gebroke en aleen
Sit ek en luister na die branders
Wat op die rotse breek
vluister ek jou naam
soos die reen druppels op die dak
dit lyk of die maan saam met my huil
die blink ogies van miljoene sterretjies
wat na my kyk
as of hulle my verdriet kan aanvoel
the aroma van jou skeurmiddel nog vars on my
asof jy enige oomblik by die deur gaan inkom
my enigste troos is die lughuis in die verte
hoe kon jy dit aan ons doen
poem by Persian Khushi
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Sons And Fascination
Summer rains are here
Savaged beauty life
Falling here from grace
Sister feeling call
Cruising land to land
No faith no creed no soul
Half a world away
Beauty sleeps in time
Sound and fury play
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Cry because you're young
Governments and gifts
Hearts are in our mouths
Thank you for the voice
Thank you for the eyes
Thank you for the good times
Golden guns and cars
Styles and motorcades
In screaming beauty days
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Only winds that twist
When white money calls
Falling here from grace
White-eye movement trust
Parades are leaving town
When boys of Venice call
In all stations trust
In all stations soul
Sons and fascination
Ma son warm lands semi-monde
Ma son warm lands semi-monde
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Amsterdam, September 1939
Vir Ernst
Niks sal ooit weer wees soos dit daardie somer was:
die water van die Spiegelgracht lê swart soos glas;
die brûe, boë, bome en lampe ry op ry
wieg lui-lui heen en weer as ’n bootjie daaroor gly;
en deur die mis wat instoot van die see terwyl
die skemer teen die gewels styg, klink vér en yl,
asof gesprinkel, ’n wysietjie uit ’n toringklok.
Maar dis reeds oorlog! Dié besef tref skielik met ’n skok!
Ons wis dit séker ’n herfsmiddag, later, toe eindelik
ons skip die oop see kies en ons ’n laaste blik
vergun word van die kus – die strand, die kaal, wit duin
en ’n vuurtoring, donker, teen die donker, lae kruin;
en toe, ’n kwartiertjie later, in die Noordsee, mis ons boot
rakelings ’n myn wat los dryf in die see – en óns die dood.
Ons vaar dan verder: ’n helder driekleur aan die mas …
Maar niks sou ooit weer wees, soos dit daardie somer was.
poem by William Ewart Gladstone Louw
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Sons & Fascination
Summer rains are here
Savaged beauty life
Falling here from grace
Sister feeling call
Cruising land to land
No faith no creed no soul
Half a world away
Beauty sleeps in time
Sound and fury play
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Cry because youre young
Governments and gifts
Hearts are in our mouths
Thank you for the voice
Thank you for the eyes
Thank you for the good times
Golden guns and cars
Styles and motorcades
In screaming beauty days
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Ma son warm land semi-monde
Only winds that twist
When white money calls
Falling here from grace
White-eye movement trust
Parades are leaving town
When boys of venice call
In all stations trust
In all stations soul
Sons and fascination
Ma son warm lands semi-monde
Ma son warm lands semi-monde
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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(Afrikaans) Winter Hart
In die hartjie van die winter
in die winter van my hart
Lê ‘n leegte ongeneeslik
‘n Koue donker pad
Soos die storm wat hier buite dreig
die sneeu wat wit kom lê
Is daar koue in my lewe
is daar niks wat ek kan sê
Soos die winter windjie waai
en die wolke sneeu laat val
Is daar leegte binne my
‘n hol kol en dis al
Van somer soene
en sonskyn liefde
Na oë wat geen sins glans
as ek jou nie kan hê nie
sien ek vir niks anders kans
Die spasie waar jy pas
is in die holte van my hart
En niks sal ooit jou plek vat nie
niks behalwe smart.
poem by Carike Klokow
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Happiness Is A Warm Gun (Danny Saber Remix)
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
She's not a girl who misses much
She's not a girl who misses much
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
Hey, I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix cause I'm going down
I need a fix cause I'm going down
I need a fix cause I'm going down
To the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown
Need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[Repeat until end]
song performed by by U2
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Oh The Warm Feeling
Oh the warm feeling
As we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
Like a child within the kingdom
As we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
And it filled with devotion
And it made me plainly see
And it healed all my emotions
As I sat by you
As we sat inside the sunshine
And we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling, as I sat by you
And it filled me with religion
And it gave great comfort to me
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
Oh the warm feeling as we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Afrikaans: Sterregordels, Stilsonjare, Tydsbroekspypdinge, Haarsliert
Sterregordels
Cosmology in Afrikaans is an ode to joy, the
terms form sing-song strings with delightful
sounds “ewigbewegende elektron”
continuously spinning electron
“elektron in die hart van die atoomkorrel”
electron in the centre of the atom particle
- what a song!
“Triljoene Melkwegstelsels waaromheen ons
Melkweg elke tweehonderdmiljoenjaar
wentel – ‘n mallemeule van sterregordels…”
“Dobberende patrone, mesone en elektrone,
'n konfigurasie van konvekse novae”…
- these terms are singing to me!
A merry-go-round of star systems
Quotes from Adriaan Snyman “Die Messias Kode” (The Messiah Code) pp.9,10
Bombardement Van Frekwensies (English Explanation)
Waarmee sal ek hierdie leë oomblikke,
ankerloos, betekenisloos; aan die ewigheid
vasmaak - die gevoelsruimte in my hart
Is leeg, alle gevoel en denke het gesamentlik
in die donker duisternis van my brein ingeval
‘n laserbrein wat die hologramwêreld
Self moet konsituteer uit ‘n bombardement
van betekenislose frekwensies – maar
vandag is die ligstraalfokus uit
My pendulumgedagtes swaai ongefokus rond
die opgerolde, ingevoude ses-en-twintig of
meer dimensies van die virtuele werklikheid
Wil nie vir my oopgaan nie…
All thought and feeling fell into the black hole in my brain and the twenty-six or more rolled-up frequencies of reality does not want to open for me today…
Geloof In Liefde - Faith In Love
Die huis gee my die ritteltits vanaand, die kat
al dwalende, jy slaap alreeds, net ek hang
rond soos ‘n dwalende gees
Met al die simptome van rinnitus, nek stywer as
dié van ‘n Egiptiese mummie, gemoedstemming
swart soos die donkerste nag
Verstikkende verveling - ek is nie meer lus vir
lees nie, selfs die magiese betowering van
kinderverhale is my verlôre
Kyk weer na my gunsteling-DVD, Phantom of the
Opera, die musiek en lirieke sal my weereens
bekoor, Emmy Rossum se klokhelder stem
Sal my allengs meesleur, Gerhard Butler - die
tragiese phantom - sal nuwe drome ontvou, die
wonderbaarlike einde van begrip en vergifnis
Van onvoorwaardelike aanvaarding geskenk aan die
phantom deur ‘n ongelooflik liefdevolle Christine, sal
weereens my geloof in liefde versterk
My inspireer om die illusie van die werklikheid
te transsendeer...
Bored tonight, watching my favourite DVD Phantom of the Opera, the way Christine forgives the Phantom unconditionally will once again inspire me to transcend illusionary reality.
Ivan Rebroff
Ek en Minette sing uit volle bors
ons eie weergawe van Ivan Rebroff:
“Lief Blompies in die Maanskyn” wat
die sanger so mooi kon sing
Koesterende, fluweelsagte basnote
net om dan tot ‘n falsetto op te klim
dit was weergaloos – ons nabootsing
van die Rebroff-lied was uitsonderlik
Terwyl die skoolhoof ons meewarig
betrag - dit was ontoelaatbare gedrag
om op die skooltrappe te praat – maar
toe ons die hoë note jubelend sing
Begin hy te lag – vergeet toe skoon
om ons te betig vir ons lawaaierige
gedrag!
Oorlewing van die Bewussyn
Die klein bietjie lewe wat myne is
stukkie realiteit waaruit ek opstyg
om droomhorisonne te verken
Tussen “Vier mure teen die
Suidewind” voel ek nie tuis nie,
in die grysheid van die realiteit
Bou ek nie my huis nie - as jy kla
ek is ‘n bywoner in my eie huis -
stem ek saam ja, “Die wêreld
Is ons Woning nie”, ek is ‘n pelgrim
op reis na die ewigheid; wat die
wêreld my bied
Is nie die moeite werd nie, slegs
die visioene wat ek snags nog
sien, verskaf hoop
Vir oorlewing van die
bewussyn…
'Ivan Rebroff': We imitated one of his songs in the school passages and the headmaster was so amused by our brilliant rendition of the singer's exceptional voice, he never scolded us as he should have done.
'Oorlewing': I'm a pilgrim on earth and live for the visions I see at night, hoping for the survival of consciousness.]
Jakkalsdraaie Gooi (& English Explanation)
Daar’s niks fout met jakkalsdraaie gooi nie
solank mens die passies net geniet, maar
wanneer verwarring aanhoudend toeneem,
speletjies meer argwaan as afleiding bied
raak dit net ‘n gekke gejaag na wind –
die dag so grou en nat, sonder sprankelende
glinstervreugde omdat ek al weer verkeerd
geleef het, maak my moedeloos raadop
draai my gevoelens op hul kop, maak my
sit en opstaan ‘n syn in sak en as; ek kan
vandag nie weerstand bied nie, slegs een
wete bly: Jy gooi allengs meer jakkalsdraaie
as die meeste ander mense in hul hele leeftyd,
solank as wat jy staan en val by wat jy sê,
elke woord beterweterig verdedig, sal ek net
wysneusig swyg; my slegs verkneukel in
verklarings wat die bekoorlike in goed geplaaste
woorde wil verdoesel en versmoor - gaan maar
voort, vermorsel elke woord, my denke word nie
bepaal deur jou sienings nie
Ek kom tot die gevolgtrekking, jy weet nie
meer wat jy self bedoel of wat jy wil
beheer nie…
(It is fun to run around in circles as long as everone consents, but when the players lose sight of the meaning of the game, it makes no sense and communication comes to an end.)
Te Veel Verbeelding (English Translation)
My kantoor is ‘n slagveld vandag - eers
speel Tiaan met plastiekspeelgoedmanne
gooi hulle in die lug op, nou skop hy my
tafel wyl hy op sy maag lê en lees -
kort-kort wys hy my hoe die papierklamp
die bloedtoevoer afsny na sy hand
Ek lees van Kanada en die Kongo
terwyl hy Harry Potter geniet, my
dokument droog en vervelig terwyl
hy soek na koeldrank – lê nou al op
die tafel en lees; kan hom nie eens
verkwalik nie – hy is bloed van my bloed
Vlees van my vlees; ek lê ook altyd
en lees; hy antwoord my vrae met
dramatiese opmerkings vol sinlose
misterie – nou voel ek hoe andere
my soms ervaar - ek hoop om hom
eendag te help om sy kruis van
Te veel verbeelding te dra…
Too much imagination – Tiaan is visiting my office today, changing it into a war-zone, throwing plastic toys about, kicking my desk and reading while lying on his stomach; I can’t even blame him because that’s what I also do at home, he answers my questions with riddles like I do and I hope to help him channel his imagination one day…
Sterrekundewoordeboekdinge, Lieflikheid, Reptielbreinsindroom, Flirtasie, Stilsonjare
Stilsonjare, Eilanduniversum
Sirkel -van-voortdurende-Onsigbaarheid
Tempoverandering van Horlosiedwaal
met my Astrodeikton vir Sterrenavigasie
en Sterrekatalogus
gaan ek op reis
vind vreugde in
middelpuntvliedende Versnellingkrag
steek die Chandrasekhargrens verby
soekend na ‘n Sterrebeeld
vind vreugde in Byekorfswerm
en Knipoog van Katoognewel
speel met die korpuskelêre Ligteorie
en juig en dans van vreugde wanneer
die ingeboude Siklotron
die subatomiese deeltjies
van my hart versnel...
O Die Liewe Lieflikheid
(Sing op die wysie van 'O die Liewe Martatjie' - Du Lieber Augustin)
O, die liewe lieflikheid, loflikheid, heerlikheid
o, die liewe werklikheid - wat nou gedaan?
Werk van my, droom daarby, pligsgetrou
sal voortbou -
o, die liewe lieflikheid, wat nou gedaan!
Skielik onthou: 'Kersie brand sag en flou
in die stroopblikdeksel nou...'
'O Goedheids Gods' driestemmig gesing,
sopraan, alt en deskant - vir juffrou Malan
soveel jare al my droomweergawe van
Doktor Serfontein - Theunis Krogh
ontdek in standerd twee
Onmiddelik die huis en Blommeland verlaat -
wou nie meer Liewe Heksie wees nie -
In Keurboslaan gaan bly en gedroom
oor 'Jong Doktor Serfontein: Toe Lodi
die Gees op die berg verskyn het...'
saam geluister terwyl Mnr. Schoonbee
op sy viool gespeel het
Vreugdevol saam Tessa uit die Kaap
weggeloop en by die Hoof gaan bly,
Krynauw was my beste vriend, jong
Spaulding was my grootste maat
Helen Bielefeld het
As goudgeklede koningin in my hart
kom woon, ek het wenede saam met
Dian gesing op die Eistedfodd,
saam met Richard gehuil
toe hy saam met
Doktor weggery het, saam
met Josef getreur toe hy sy
pa se nuutste roman in die
vlamme gewerp het in 'n
vreeslike woedebui...
O, die liewe lieflikheid, loflikheid, heerlikheid
o, die liewe werklikheid - wat nou gedaan!
Die reptielbrein-sindroom
Ek lees op oor hoe Atlantis gestig is
deur buiteplanetêre wesens wat toe die land laat sink het
met hul onheilskennis
en hoe groot reptiele eens hul DNA met ons gene gemeng het
en daarom het ons almal 'n reptielbrein –
ek 'figure' net my reptielbrein funksioneer nog
want my hele lewe is net
'n bondel primitiewe angs
en oorlewingsgevegte....
…dis die rede hoekom ek met my nagemaakte mensheid
net helfte van alles doen wat ander mense gewoonlik doen.
Flirtasie
O flikkervergelyker
jy bedwelm my met jou knipoognewel
met skielike blouverheldering
die groenflits van ‘n blouson - gevolg deur
beeldvertroebeling
O aanjaagvuurpyl van pyn
in boegskokangs en breuksonesmart
vernietigende uitbrandingsoomblik
O my koolstofster sonder glans....
Stilsonjare 2000
In onderste verduisteringstydperk
groot die kosmologiese afstand
groot die kosmologiese rooiverskuiwing
wenend in my kraterkuil
o my sekelson
o my sekelmaan se punt...
Kom jul krepuskulêre skemerstrale
vasgevang in dwarsbeweging
O siklotrongeliefde
o versnelde subatomiese hartdeeltjies!
............................................. ............................2000
! Tydbroekspypdinge En Superstringe / Down The Trousers of Time
Ek huil emmers vol water omdat
Mr Adorable-Lovable op sy eie
donkerwolk-dooie-aarde-kaasdraak-
ellende- vuur-en-swael-planeet sit
en niks met feëmense en toorkrag
uit te waaie wil hê nie –
Maar ek sweef terselfdertyd op die
wolke omdat Okefenokee-Alligator
vir Shahrazd-Nyl-Krokodil reptiel-
breinvoedsel verskaf - en op mag-
lev-treine rondjaag, al met die
“ley-lines” langs – en omdat
Die multiversum verskeie broekspyp-
alternatiewe bied langs die tydhelling-
broekspyp af! Ek skryf sommer ‘n
Afrikaanse blog om al die tydbroeks-
pypdinge en superstringe bymekaar
te sit, en meer moontlikhede te
Realiseer - hoe gaan dit met die skrywery
met die goeie, kontemplatiewe, kompulsiewe
Mnr-Landdros–Die-Slaaplose en sy
digterlike opwellinge in die nanag,
vroegdag, middag en aand?
Vriendelike groete,
Die Nylkrokodil
Down The Trousers of Time: Crying and laughing a the same time about crocodiles, mag-lev trains and ley-lines down the trousers of time...
Die Haarsliert – The Hairstring*
Hier is ‘n lang haarsliert wat
my aanhoudend kielie, wat
soos ‘n swaard my oog deur-
boor, ek wil guitig daardeur
loer en laat my hare groei
Maar die haarfrustrasie is
haas ondraaglik, my linker-
oog raak blind soos wat die
haarpunt gedurig daarin
steek, hoe op aarde
Hou ander vroue dit? As
dit so aanhou, sal ek
hand aan eie lewe
slaan!
* A string of hair keeps falling into my eye and irritates me to death!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Shes not a girl who misses much
Shes not a girl who misses much
Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun
Mother superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Shes well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the national trust
Hey, I need a fix cause Im going down
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix cause Im going down
I need a fix cause Im going down
I need a fix cause Im going down
To the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause Im going down, uptown
Need a fix cause Im going down, uptown
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
[repeat until end]
song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Do You Want it Warm Or Hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
Some might prefer to sip before they trip.
Do you want it warm or hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
Be comfortable, relax and have a seat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
What I fix for you no one can beat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I know what I do will make you pleased.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ik kwam bij een politicus
Ik kwam bij een politicus
-zijn huis was vol design-
'wie zijn' vroeg ik
'die zijn' zei hij,
nee, design bedoelde hij.
Op het toilet zaten
de spatters ver
boven de billenbril,
zo zie je maar dat wat
naar boven scheit
altijd wat wil.
Netwerken met je gat
omhoog noemen ze dat.
Hij mocht geen fouten maken,
dat zou hem kunnen raken
diep in zijn
bedorven hart.
Wat hij gekreukeld had
streek moeder wel weer glad.
Ik kwam bij een politicus
-zijn huis was vol design-
'wie zijn' vroeg ik
'die zijn' zei hij,
nee, design bedoelde hij.
Madrason 29-07-2012
poem by Madrason writer
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New Warm Skin (demo)
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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New Warm Skin
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Warm Ride
Come to me baby, I got something to say
I been changin your direction evry step of the way
Now I bring emotion and I bring desire
And I bring the potion to set you on fire
I know you need me, there can be no doubt
You got me held inside your love and I cant get out
We must surrender to the powers that be
The angel in you and the devil in me
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Now I warn you women, we are two of a kind
And we both know whats coming
We got one thing in mind
I bring the pleasure , satisfaction you learn
And I got the strength to make you burn, baby, burn
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Why are we waiting for this love on the rise
And why am I searching for the magic thats in your eyes
We must surrender to the powers that be
The angel in you and the devil in me
Warm ride, warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride, warm ride , we can reach the highest star
(break)
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Warm ride ( fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Warm And Tender Love
I was lost in the deep and darkest night
No direction, not a single hope in sight
When i saw a fire burning brightly through
The storm that raged above
In the shadows of your warm and tender love
I was a stranger to the land and life around
In constant danger, being hurt by what i found
And of hurting what i treasured most
Foolish eagle never dove
Till i fell upon your warm and tender love
In the shadows of your warm and tender love
Now i gaze in peace at the lonely sky
That is raging high above
Safe in the shadows of your warm and tender, tender love
In the shadows of your warm and tender love
song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whenever God Shines His Light
Look at the ivy on the old clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
It's not a matter of when push comes to shove
It's just an hour on the wings of a dove
I dig it when you're fancy dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your face
This inspiration's got to be on the flow
This invitation's got to see it and know
It's just warm love
It's just warm love
And it's everpresent everywhere
And it's everpresent everywhere
That warm love
To the country I'm going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring, bring your guitar along
We'll sing some songs, we'll have some fun
The sky is crying and it's time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
It's raining outside from the skies up above
Inside it's warm love
Inside it's warm love
And it's everpresent everywhere
And it's everpresent everywhere
Warm love
Warm love
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Warm Love
Look at the ivy on the cold clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
Its not a matter of when push comes to shove
Its just an hour on the wings of a dove
I dig it when youre fancy dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your face
This inspirations got to be on the flow
This invitations got to see it and know
Its just warm love
Its just warm love
And its everpresent everywhere
And its everpresent everywhere
That warm love
To the country Im going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring, bring your guitar along
Well sing some songs, well have some fun
The sky is crying and its time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
Its raining outside from the skies up above
Inside its warm love
Inside its warm love
And its everpresent everywhere
And its everpresent everywhere
Warm love
Warm love
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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