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Ik vind je (Kimya Dawson - Roos opdracht)

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Ik vind je (Kimya Dawson - Roos opdracht)

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In een hutje op de hei verbrand ik het hout dat ik sprokkel in de bossen
De schommel aan de boom in de tuin is bemost, maar he, ik ga toch
Zwemmen totdat ik mijn benen niet meer voel en mijn voeten boven water komen drijven
Ik heb hier altijd gewoond, in jouw hoofd, en dat zal altijd zo blijven

En je kan me niet wijs maken
Dat je niet geniet van het feit dat ik al mijn tijd stop in het verslijten van je gordijnen

In mijn hutje op de hei zet ik thee voor mezelf en ik weet dat je dat ook wel zou willen
De warmte van mijn mok is de warmte van mijn huid is wat je zoekt
Ik kan het je geven maar je moet wel willen en toestaan mij toe te laten

Want je kan me niet wijs maken
Dat je niet geniet van het feit dat ik al mijn tijd stop in het verslijten van je gordijnen

In de stad waar je woont in je doos van beton en gevangen zit voor jaren
Ik voel me opgelicht door de lantaarns die vrijheid beloven
Ik kom je halen je hoeft je niet te verstoppen, ik vind je toch wel
Want wie weg is is, want wie weg is is, want wie weg is is gezien

En je kan me niet wijs maken
Dat je niet geniet van het feit dat ik al mijn tijd stop in het verslijten van je gordijnen

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I should have known (Sufjan Stevens - Jeanne opdracht)

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I should have known (Sufjan Stevens - Jeanne opdracht)

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I should have known  you’re alone
In the cage that is you’re home
With doors that doesn’t open when you’re on your own

I could have called more
You are old, you look slender
We’re at a tender age

I would have visit more often
I know it soften your days
I panic when I see your glazy gaze
But I have to face so I raise my chin
And take a look at your wrinkled skin
I see how your life has been

Now is the time
I knock on your door
It opens, a sigh of relief

Now is the time
That I will spend it more with you

I’m here
And I will be once a week
To ask how your days have been
I will till the end

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I was there (Mount Eerie - Kasper opdracht)

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I was there (Mount Eerie - Kasper opdracht)

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I was there
When you found out
That she will leave
And not come back

I was there
You came inside
It was three o'clock and you weren’t allright

I was there
When you had ‘the talk’
I pretended that I was sleeping
But I overheard

I was there and I found out
that you were about
to throw my life away

You promised that nothing will change and everything will stay the same but we both know that kinda failed
If you were real from the beginning, the whole situation wouldn’t be this messy
But instead you chose to shut it and let everything explode
So now you lost me, him, and all for what?
Everyone ended up alone, fucked up and no one really talked
So thank you for that
Thank you for messing me up
Thank you for taking my home from me
I hope you’re happy
Far, far away
Far far from us
Far from me

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There’s this girl that I admire
A toothpaste smile I desire

And I think       you’re so cool
‘Cause your shoes are designer

I don’t want no bananas
Carrots or a eggplant  salad
I have had enough of that
I’m full of love for  what is left

You’re the tequila, salt and sour
You’re the smoking hot part of the flower
I can chill with you for hours
Baby, the castle is ours

‘Cause you’re my queen

Reigning the scene

I’m feeling like I’m eighteen
Don’t wake me from this drizzly  dream

Girl you are my ice cream

Licking my lips moist and gleamy
Inappropriate as a “not safe for work” meme
I gotta blow off some steam

Let my head cool down a bit
Because we’re the perfect fit
I don’t have to worry, you won’t quit
I am ready to commit

‘Cause you’re my queen

Reigning the scene

I’m feeling like I’m eighteen
Don’t wake me from this drizzly  dream

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There’s this book, written a long time ago
With tales of kindness and encouraging human growth
He loves everybody, it explained
Except if two men get their sheets stained

Genesis, 19:4-8
It tells you to discriminate a man who loves a man, amen.
And hate the way they love each other, amen?

Matteus, 20:13
It came clean: boys shouldn’t lie with other boys
They should be stoned and everybody should see
And be frightened and heal their sexuality

You should search for Him
You’ll find out that you’re born wrong
You will love Him!
He will free you from the prison you’re captured in

Exodus, 20:3-17
After five lines, He said he would love you till infinity
You just have to worship and do exactly as he says
Otherwise this infinite love will end in a bloody mess

You should search for Him
You’ll find out that you’re born wrong
You will love Him!
He will free you from the prison you’re captured in

L'Homo, every phrase
Thank God things have changed now a days
I can hold my girlfriends hand without any trouble
We can love each other just as any married couple

I won't search for Him
We're not born wrong
We don't have to love Him
He doesn't need to free us from "the prison you’re captured in"

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I got shopping to do (Jill Scott opdracht)

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I got shopping to do (Jill Scott opdracht)

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I kinda like the way you make conversations, i dig the way your voice sounds

Everybody so impressed with you, i love the way you run this town

I wanna be the one and only one for you

You made me aware I got shopping to do

Maybe get my hair done, I can use a new cut
Maybe get my nails done, paint them hazelnut
Maybe get a pair of jeans, to uplift my butt
Maybe get shoes, these are covered in mud

Let’s go find a place quiet but we can also go to the fair if you like
You like to be seen but do you like to be seen with me seeing you, Mike
Are you attracted? Do you think I’m a boo?
You got me distracted , I got shopping to do
I actually got some shopping to do

Going for the champagne, too expensive
You’re an tornado, I’m not being offensive
Need to get the eggs, be careful not to break them
Wanna be between your legs, wanna know how to get there

What should I get to make you feel content?

What can I buy to make you mine?
What should I get to make you feel content?

What can I buy to make you mine?

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First Generation
Can you imagine a home that’s not your own
Can you imagine being neglected to the bone
Powerless and peremptory we put our foot down
We shivered our ways to the stations
Fighting for our crown

The only way to cope with it
Is to forgive and to forget
We are born in nowhere’s land
A blank future, so I can built it as my own

Second Generation
The winters tied us down
Not allowed to cross the lines
With thousands stacked in tiny houses
Not a home, ‘cause that is build on the Kingdom Islands
Where they belong, where we belong

The only way to cope with it
Is to forgive and forget
We are born in nowhere’s land
A blank future, so I can built it as my own

Third Generation
The storm has laid down
And peacefully we integrated
The winters are enjoyed as our own
No longer separated

The only way to cope with it
Is to forgive and forget
We are born in nowhere’s land
A blank future, so I can built it as my own
I have build it as my own

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It was a night with beers,  with karaoke
I knew that you would be there so I forced my friends to come with me
I picked a tune that I thought you would like
Something with heavy guitars
But it seemed I picked the wrong
“I’m more of a The Carpenters kind of guy” you said
I laughed and played it cool
But at the same time I felt like a fool
How can I make such a mistake
My friends told me to shake it off
And fake a smile
It might take a while for my mojo to grow back
It was enough for the night, I might try next week

So there has to be another way to make you see me
I bought these shoes I don’t even like, but I know you do
The shoes are too tight
and not my colour
and you didn’t look down once
So it was kind of a failure
And I wasted ninety bucks
I bought these jeans I don’t even like, but I know that you do
“But they are perfectly to skate with!”, you once said to me
I do not skate, I’m way too afraid to fall down
But I will fall for you
I am falling for you

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This is about Gary
A white pathetic man in a place of power
This is about Gary
A white pathetic man without a clue

Gary thinks it is okay to use women as a joke
Gary thinks it’s funny to expose a dick in front of girls
Well let me tell you, bloke
I spit you out in horror, I’ll scream it from the balcony:
“Get the fuck out of our faces!
I’ll kick you to places where the sun doesn’t shine”

Gary, he doesn’t feel remorse
But on the other hand, Gary has the intelligence of the back of a horse
Gary says we should be thankful -‘cause he invented music
Let me tell you what I think
I spit you out in horror, I’ll scream it from the balcony:
“Get the fuck out of our faces!
I’ll kick you to places where the sun doesn’t shine”

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The wind up north is raging
It’s putting litter in the sky
The bird above me is singing
With a piece of paper before her eyes

She can’t see where she is going
And soon enough she found herself
Smashed up against a window
I took her body and put it down

The wind down south is raging
It’s putting litter in the sky
The green leaves before me
Are replaced with something white

In between the branches
I found a plastic bag
I put it on as a shirt
It’s getting cold
My nipples peek through two tiny holes

The wind in east is raging
It’s putting litter in the sky
There’s a car next to me
And above me fish fly

Slippery tales with two wings
And glazy watery eyes
They duck down and kiss your face
Won’t let go until you’re dry

There is litter in the sky
There is leather in the sky
There is a letter in the sky
There is a ladder in the sky
It is litter in the sky

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I’m fine, it’s okay to be sad sometimes
I will be better after my last cigarette
I’m fine, as long as the fireplace is filling up the room with warmth
And when my favorite tv show is on, and my favorite food on the stove
I only have to get your smell out of my clothes

I’m fine, I’m just afraid to be left alone
And drink the pints of beer on my own
Cause they taste better when you can share
the tales of yesterday and share the same shame
I’m fine, you can leave me here
I can make some other friends
But they won’t feel the same

I’m fine, don’t ask again
I just closed this chapter
It would be nice not to open the book again
And read the stories of our past
I’m fine, ‘cause what we had was simple but yet so powerful
In my wildest dreams I couldn’t imagine something so beautiful

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We’ll fight the heavy storms (Carole King opdracht)

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We’ll fight the heavy storms (Carole King opdracht)

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When I call you, you should pick up the phone
When I call you, I’ll admit I was wrong
Because nothing is more important to me
than the warmth you offer
And from now on our love will alter into something better

When I call you for the third time in a row
You must know that I won’t quit
Till you answer,
so you’ll know we’ll be better

Nothing will break us
We’ll fight the heavy storms
Nothing will wear us down
Not even the toughest roads we’re on

When I call you I’ll  prove to you
That even in the hardest times
I can be your light and shoulders to cry on

Nothing will break us
We’ll fight the heavy storms
Nothing will wear us down
Not even the toughest roads we’re on

But let me tell you
That when it happens one more time
I will be the only one around
Don’t count on others,
I won't
'Cause I'm scared to be left alone

When I call you I’ll reassure you
Everything will be fine and stay the same
As long as we’re together in this  game

I’ll call you

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The way you look through your pink stained glasses
And see a unreal reality of the masses
The images that you are creating
Are depending on the likes and rating

Why do you care so much?

Why does it take over everything that is true, honest, pure?

The only way you look at me is through your little box of light.
The only questions that you ask me, are typed
and thought over and over and over
So don’t expect me to give you an answer straight away

Why do you care so much?

Why does it take over everything that is actually true, honest, pure?

I miss the times that we actually talked
That I could see the colours of your eyes
And the way your lips are moving
And the soothing sound of your words, instead of insane shouting
Take me back, I’m counting the days

Why do you care so much?

Why does it take over everything that is actually true, honest, pure?