Fall for you

I watch you in your window
see the horny men walk by
I will simply never know
why they don't all stop, oh why

     They do not all just fall for you
      like I always do
      'cause that is the simple truth
      I always fall for you
      old as I am
      you make me new

This is a strange world for me
a place with rhyme nor reason
where not all the men do see
you rule every season

         but they don't all etc.

They should just line up for you
grateful for your beauty
from which a little taste will do
to have their pain all soothed

     still they don't all etc.


13/5/12

Glimlach

Zij had een soort oervreemde glimlach
waarin je tijdloosheid kon zien
en soms ook het eind van alle vreugde.
Waarom zij lachte wist ze niet
en niemand had het kunnen raden
maar het moest zo zijn, zo was het
en het zou, godbetert, steeds zo blijven.
Wij willen alles, weten niets
en zij telt uren, dagen, jaren.

The game is up

I did cross the sea of sorrow

and I will again tomorrow

life is full of strange goodbyes

now you love and then you die

I am no stranger to deep sadness

and I have flirted with madness

life is full of weird hello’s

then you come and then you go

   This is no spring

   this is no splendour

   still I can sing

   with utmost candour

   of how hearts beat

   in their sweet heat

   until they stop

   the game is up

When you cross the sea of sorrow

you stop thinking ‘bout tomorrow

about hello about goodbye

the only word that’s left is ‘why ?’

I am familiar with badness

and I am no good at gladness

life is full of traps and trials

I want my poison in a vial

       Refr.

                 And this is how the world does work

                 we talk and talk and shape

                 the way we feel the urge

                 to grasp the logic of our days

                 all our longing and our hope

                 all our trying just to cope

                 if we cannot drain that cup

                 well then the game is up

25/4/12

            

Drug

The students in the street

and the sailors on heat

can’t reach us in this room

where our intimacy blooms

      Give me hug

      you are my drug

      I’m in a muddle

      give me a cuddle

      can’t get enough

      of you, my drug

There’s red lights everywhere

but I don’t belong there

my place is on your bed

where you just go to my head

       refr.

Here you tell me secrets

and then you say, oh let’s

have some more tenderness

sheltered from the wilderness

     refr.

19/4/12. Maria

Invisibility blues

Women over fifty complain

“I have become invisible

no man looks at me again

I don’t get requests or nibbles

I’m neglected like a stone

resting in forgotten rivers

I am destitute and alone

I shake and get the shivers”

    Invisibility blues

    you’re bleeped off-screen

    now stomach the bad news

    you will never more be seen

    as an object of desire

    you are left here in the mire

    of invisibility’s blues

    what a painful truth

Men over fifty might find

that they end up just the same

unless they’re rich and resigned

to be chosen for their fame

personality’s no plus

blocks up human interest

the fashion pages that’s not us

and old age is just not blessed

       refr.

                 And we drink

                 and moan and mumble

                 they say we stink

                 and then we stumble

                 home alone

                 and turn to stone

19/4/12

Raven Maria

There’s your shadow

that is sharp and pure

you’re a rich meadow

but quite far from demure

Your room where I’m

at your beck and call

and I buy your time

in hope you’ll stop and stall

      Oh my black raven

      and my great unknown

      I’m beyond saving

      what strange seed you’ve sown

      I kiss all your lips

      as you spread your hips

There’s your stories

I will never know

they’re like toy lorries

and they pass and go

There’s your body

that I like and love

it’s like a story

I keep dreaming of

      refr.

17/4/12

For Maria, my cute prostitute

Ja

Zoals Claus zag ik de billen

van vele Gisèles

in vele Mocambo’s,

was dat noodzakelijk ?

Jawel, het moest.

Ik zag hen dansen

liet hen drinken

hing aan al hun lippen,

en dat moest, oh ja.

Tussen tijd en eindeloos

tussen plaats en bestemming

liggen, lonken, slaan en zalven zij

en ja, dat is noodzakelijk.

Nu valt Pasen met de passie over ons

met Mattheus en met Bach

als zeezichten van de Cordier

maar die zijn zwart en dit is licht

en helder als de krolse billen

van de Gisèles die ik kende

- al die Mocambo’s

die waren bloed- en broodnodig.

Oh ja.

9/4/12