I'm on the battlefield. Like, oh my God (ooh la la). Knocking soldiers down. Like house of cards (ooh la la). . I'm a one woman army (ooh la la). Yes, I'm a one woman army.
You're not the only one.. You're not the only one,. Living with what you've done. You'll be the lonely one.. You'll be the lonely one,. When the day is done..
Come in sit by the light. Tell us everything that happened tonight. We know you were there. There at the scene of the crime. . No, no you've got it all wrong.
One said to the other. You'll never find another. Now that you're on your own. To discover. You're living undercover. Now that you're on your *own. . She's not really bothered by a riot in Milan.
One day at a time. One way it's a crime. Someday. Maybe another day. . Brainless or are you. Ignorant or are you. Brainless or are you. Something more?.
Of course this land is dangerous!. All of the animals. Are capably murderous.. . When I was a boy,. My big brother held on to my hands,. Then he made me slap my own face..
Wish I was ocean size. They cannot move you. No one tries. No one pulls you. Out from your hole. Like a tooth aching a jawbone.... . I was made with a heart of stone.
Wish I was ocean size. They cannot move you. No one tries. No one pulls you. Out from your hole. Like a tooth aching a jawbone.... . I was made with a heart of stone.
Hey, you don't know me!. You don't know me. But you just keep on looking at me down low.. Oh no!. . Digging something up.... Digging something up.... Always digging something up....
Tout le monde come on down. Dig that crazy sound. Yeah take a chance. Zydeco & romance. Yeah everybody here. Got rhythm in their bones. It's another Friday night down at old Antone's.
er valt licht bij mij naar binnen. ze staat naast me met haar tas. alsof er iets open gaat, iets wat er nog niet was. en dan denk ik, nee dan weet ik.
Schimmel aan de muren,. de scheur in het plafond. Ruzie bij de buren,. de geur van nat karton. De dozen legen flessen,. de stapels vuile was. Gebruikte koffiefilters,.
(tekst: Peter Slager / muziek: Bas Kennis). . Je komt weer bij me langs. Je komt weer aan m'n deur. Je komt me weer vertellen. Wat er is gebeurd. Onder ons gezegd.
Hoe ver je gaat,. Heeft met afstand niets te maken. Hoogstens met de tijd. En ik weet niet hoe het komt. Dat ik weg wil. Maar het treft me hard en zuiver.
Oktober overvalt ons ieder jaar.. We kijken naar elkaar na een overvolle zomer.. En we zijn alweer veranderd, maar het voelt niet meer vertrouwd. nu we plotseling beseffen dat wij onszelf niet zijn.