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maandag 1 februari 2021

King of Clouds

 King of Clouds

I can feel you move
warm inside of me
you're a heavy child
I'm the king of clouds
touching snowflakes
before they melt away
sharing beauty never seen

Like a lotus
in perpetual birth
you're my flower
I'm the king of clouds
opening morning
before the break of day
share emotions never felt

High above the valleys
of earth's reality
you're the queen
I'm the king of clouds
time will tell us
more than words can say
sharing secrets never heard

(Music: Jack van Liesdonck and Leo Cornelissens; lyrics: Hans Marynissen)
From ‘Dawn Dancer - Flyte’ 13" vinyl, Don Quixote Records / Edison, Japan 1979; cd, Musea, Rotonfey, France 1994; cd, Si-Wan Records, South Korea 1994; 13" vinyl, Belle Antique, Japan 2012.

zaterdag 30 mei 2020

Keeper of the Key

Keeper of the Key

I'm the Keeper of the Key,
Never mind my name,
I'm the very enemy.
Yes, I'm the Keeper of the Key,
I'm trying to catch me breath,
Life flows from under me.

One night a man ran up to me,
And begged me, 'Keep this bloody key!
Gotta split, too many enemies!'
When I looked, no one I could see.
The key looked hardly ever used,
I wonder why I never did refuse,
I kept it close, running through my days,
Changing my life and my ways.

A city's key, but where to begin,
Don't even trust your next of kin,
Find its gate, open its door,
Who knows what fortune lies in store.
I lost my job, my wife and kids,
They never understood what I did,
Sold my stuff, bought me a gun,
Spend nights and days on the run.

Here they come! Where can I run!
Who to turn to? What have I done?
I cried, but there just ain't no one
To let me in from the evening sun,
Where's this city and where its gate?
How much longer must I wait?
I spot this man right next to me,
'Hey man, keep this key for me!'
- And set me free!

I'm the Keeper of the Key,
Never mind my name,
I'm the very enemy.
Yes, I'm the Keeper of the Key
Trying to outrun my death,
Life flows from under me.

(From ‘On Schedule - Flyte’
Unreleased 2nd album 19810101)

vrijdag 9 februari 2018

Heavy, Like a Child


Heavy, Like a Child


Oh you're heavy, like a child
like a pony no one tames
with your sunshine eyes so wild
I've heard all your silent names

Close your eyes, you're on your own
you can do it if you try
don't forget your good-luck stone
spread your wings and fly

There are strangers in your voice
and they're waiting for a word
there's no children for your toys
and your silence no one's heard

Close your eyes, you're on your own
you could do it if you'd try
you're afraid to be alone
did you ever wonder why?

And the cities made you cruel
I got wounded by your smile
my children may call me a fool
I'll stay with you for a while

But the cities made you cruel
yes, the cities made you cruel
they made you cruel
they made, they made you cruel
cruel!

(Music: Ruud Wortman & Jack van Liesdonck, lyrics: Hans Marynissen)
(Uit: 'Dawn Dancer - Flyte', vinyl, Don Quixote Records, Roosendaal 1979 -
vinyl, Don Quixote Records / Edison, Japan - cd, Musea, Rotonfey, France 1994 -
cd, Si-Wan Records, South Korea 1994 - vinyl, Belle Antique, Japan 2012)

woensdag 7 december 2016

Shoreline Castle

Shoreline Castle


My name I forgot- I never heard it spoken,
I search the dunes for what the sea couldn't use.
I take it home and keep it as a token,
There's nothing to gain and nothing to lose.
Only taking, never stealing,
Only using, never dealing,
Building a castle from the waste and refuse.

I never worked a day for food nor money,
There's nothing I need 'cept the things I may find,
This is my life, don't take it from me,
I've left all my needs and desires behind.
I'm gonna show the world my power,
I'll have it grow into a tower,
With beauty and splendour all in my mind.

The waves need ages to break its resistance,
The castle's empty now, still reaching into the sky.
Broken windows gaze into the distance,
Decaying slowly as the years pass by.
People come and wonder
What kind of spell it's under,
The castle smiles sadly about the truth of a lie.

(From On Schedule - Flyte, unreleased album 1981)