Dag
Soetkin
Het
is alweer drie jaar geleden dat je ons verliet. Ik heb even in wat ons nog
resteert van je platencollectie - de rest hebben Nadine en ik weggeschonken aan
een goede punkvriendin - gekeken en vond daar nogal wat van de Rolling Stones.
Wij zijn het nooit echt eens geworden over the Stones, jij hield van de ‘rappe’
ik hield van de ‘trage’: Fool to cry,
Angie, Little Red Rooster, Lady Jane de
laatste is die waarvan ik je de dubbelzinnigheid van de tekst verklaarde, als
je weet dat in het Victoriaanse Engeland Lady Jane synoniem was voor vagina: My sweet Lady
Jane/When I see you again/Your servant am I/And will humbly remain/Just heed
this plea my love/On bended knees my love/I pledge myself to Lady Jane.
Maar voor een dag als vandaag beperk
ik mij tot:
As Tears Go By
It is the evening of the dayI sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by
My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doing things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doing things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by
Bij het verder
kijken kwam ik een dubbel LP van Donovan tegen, die was zeker van voor je punk
periode, wil ik zweren, mijn uitverkoren song van Donovan is Josie: Josie, I won't fail ya/I won't
fail you have no fear/Josie, I won't fail ya/Give me one more chance to be as
near.
Maar voor
vandaag wil ik enkel voor je zingen:
"To Sing For You"
When you're feeling kind of
lonesome in your mind
With a heartache following you so close behind
Call out to me as I ramble by
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
When the night has left you cold and feeling sad
I will show you that it cannot be so bad
Forget the one who went and made you cry
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
When you feel you just can't make it anymore
With your head bowed down you're staring at the floor
Search out to me with your weary eyes
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
Now every man he has his work you know
And to find out mine you ain't got far to go
Call out to me with your weary eyes
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
With a heartache following you so close behind
Call out to me as I ramble by
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
When the night has left you cold and feeling sad
I will show you that it cannot be so bad
Forget the one who went and made you cry
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
When you feel you just can't make it anymore
With your head bowed down you're staring at the floor
Search out to me with your weary eyes
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
Now every man he has his work you know
And to find out mine you ain't got far to go
Call out to me with your weary eyes
I'll sing a song for you
That's what I'm here to do
To sing for you
Ik herinner me nog dat je op een van mijn verjaardagen
kwam aanzetten met een LP van Peter Koelewijn: Je wordt ouder papa, wat ik altijd een goede joke heb gevonden,
maar meer plezier deed je me met een cd met daarop de oudere nummers van The
Platters, en bijna dagelijks zing ik hun The
Great Pretender:
Oh yes, I'm the great
pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such; I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell.
Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game; but to my real shame
You've let me to dream all alone.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal.
Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not; you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such; I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell.
Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game; but to my real shame
You've let me to dream all alone.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal.
Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not; you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Laat me eindigen met een korte strofe uit een song van
Burl Ives, die grote acteur waarvan weinigen weten dat hij schitterende songs
heeft opgenomen:
A little bitty tear let me
down
Spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up, not to make a frown
But a little bitty tear let me down
Spoiled my act as a clown
I had it made up, not to make a frown
But a little bitty tear let me down
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