Mooie songteksten

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Rafterman op 06-04-2001 10:44]

Ook "so i need you" van 3 doors down heeft erg mooie tekst en tis nog een mooi liedje ook (imho):

3 doors down - So I Need You

If you could step into my head, tell
Me would you still know me
If you woke up in my bed, tell me
Then would you hold me
Or would you simply let it lie,
Leaving me to wonder why
I can’t get you out of this head
I call mine
And I will say

Oh no I can’t let you go,
My little girl
Because you’re holding up my
World, so I need you
Your imitation of my walk and the
Perfect way you talk
It’s just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you

So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you

And if I jumped off the Brooklyn
Bridge, tell me would you
Still follow me
And if I made you mad today, tell
Me would you love me
Tomorrow? Please
Or would you say that you don’t
Care, and then leave me
Standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in
Despair and screamin’

Oh no I can’t let you go,
My little girl
Because you’re holding up my
World, so I need you
Your imitation of my walk and the
Perfect way you talk
It’s just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you

So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you

I’m on my own
I’m on my own
I’m on my own

Oh no I can’t let you go, my
little girl
Because you’re holding up my
World, so I need you
Your imitation of my walk
and the perfect way you talk
It’s just a couple of the
Million things that I love
About you

So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you

The Tower
From Spanish Train and Other Stories
by Chris de Burgh
Year Released: 1975
Playing Time: 5:22

A great lord came walking through the forest
one morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
but killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;

Cursing his fortune,
he turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
with her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
He said "I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine..."

He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
but she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh please come with me,
what you wish will be found;"
she said, "Sire, I'll go if you'll put up your bow,
and spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need..."

But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream...
Oh oh...And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream...

He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her to his castle he did ride;
in the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
and he threw her deep inside;
then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
brought thunder and lightning, rain falling down,
Tears on the ground...

All through the days on her face he would gaze,
for she was lovely as the spring;
no words would she speaketh but "Leave them in peace",
and some sad lament she would sing,
Oh one day by the door, through the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more...

Now that great lord is dying,
his cold heart is crying for the love of a girl;
for many an hour he has wept on the Tower
for she meant more than the world;
and once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
he lifted his hands, he cried out in pain
"Come back again..."

But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
All he saw was her memory,
And all he yearns is her hand...
Ah ah..All he has, is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

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Op 06 april 2001 10:14 schreef Atrimar het volgende:
En voor Koekepan de eerste:

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Dan hier "I Can't See Your Face In My Mind" van de Doors. Langzaam nummer:

I can't see your face in my mind
Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind

Don't you cry.
Baby, please don't cry-
And don't look at me
With your eyes

I can't seem to find the right lie
Insanity's horse
Adorns the sky
Can't seem to find the right lie.
Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind

Don't you cry.
Baby, please don't cry.
I won't need your picture
Until we say goodbye.

Avond..

Nu hoef je nooit je jas meer aan te trekken
en te hopen dat je licht het doet.
Laat buiten de stormwind nu maar razen in het donker
want binnen is het warm en licht en goed.
Hand in hand naar buiten kijken waar de regen valt.
Ik zie het vuur van hoop en twijfel in je ogen
en ik ken je diepste angst.

Want je kunt niets zeker weten en alles gaat voorbij.
Maar ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.

En als je 's morgens opstaat ben ik bij je
en misschien heb ik al thee gezet.
En als de zon schijnt buiten gaan we lopen door de duinen
en als het regent gaan we terug in bed.
Uren langzaam wakker worden, zwevend door de tijd,
ik zie het licht door de gordijnen en ik weet:
het verleden geeft geen zekerheid.

Want je kunt niets zeker weten en alles gaat voorbij.
Maar ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.
ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.

Ik doe de lichten uit en de kamer wordt nu donker,
een straatlantaarn buiten geeft wat licht.
En de dingen in de kamer worden vrienden die gaan slapen,
de stoelen staan te wachten op het ontbijt.
En morgen word ik wakker met de geur van brood en koffie,
de glans van het gouden zonlicht in jouw haar.
En de dingen in de kamer, ik zeg ze welterusten,
vanavond gaan we slapen en morgen zien we wel.

Maar de dingen in de kamer zouden levenloze dingen zijn zonder jou.
En je kunt niets zeker weten, want alles gaat voorbij.
Maar ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.
Ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.

En je kunt niets zeker weten en alles gaat voorbij.
Maar ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.

ik geloof, ik geloof, ik geloof,
ik geloof, ik geloof in jou en mij.

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Op 06 april 2001 14:47 schreef madcap het volgende:
Bouwdewijn de Groot heeft veel mooie teksten gezonegn die geschreven waren met en door Gerard Nijgh...

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Winter

Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens,
wipe my nose, get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
when I think of Winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off where the drifts get deeper
sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice: 'You must learn to stand up,
for yourself cause I can't always be around',

He says: when you gonna make up your mind ?
when you gonna love you as much as I do ?
When you gonna make up your mind ?
cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell that I always want you near

You say that things change, my dear...

Boys get discovered as Winter melts
flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
withering where some snowman was
mirror, mirror, where's my crystal palace ?
but I only can see myself,
skating around the truth, who I am,
but I know dad, the ice is getting thin

Hair is grey and the fires are burning
so many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says: when you gonna make up your mind ?
when you gonna love you as much as I do ?
when you gonna make up your mind ?
cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I always want you near

You say that things change, my dear...

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door RaisinGirl op 06-04-2001 16:14]

The Ground Beneath Her Feet

All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until your found

Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above
Where there's only love

And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

The Ark - It takes a fool to remain sane

Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace,
-Wasn´t life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I´ll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip out in the sand if you don´t give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude,
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude

And if you think I´m corny
then it will not make me sorry
it´s your right to laugh at me
and in turn, that´s my oppurtunity
to feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
it´s just a way to eclipse hate
it´s just a way to put my back straight
it´s just a way to remain sane

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus the picture never drops
it´s like a multicoloured snapshot stuck in my brain
it kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
And why is that?
´Cause they´ve forgotten how to play
maybe they´re afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange
to seem insane
to seem gay
to gain weight
- I tell you this:

That it takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame
(-Oh, take it to the stage!)

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket take it jackpot, crackpot,
strutting like a peacock
nailvarnish Arkansas
shimmy-shammy featherboah crackpot haircut
dye your hair in glowing red and blue,

-Do, Do, Do! What you wanna do, Don´t think twice, do what you have to do,
Do, Do, Do, let your heart decide what you have to do that´s all there is to find
Cause it takes a fool to remain sane,
Oh,It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame
It takes a fool to remain sane,
It takes a fool to remain sane
It takes a fool to remain sane
In this world all covered up in shame.

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Op 06 april 2001 15:36 schreef jerney het volgende:
bright eyes van Simon & Garfunkel.. misschien alleen omdat dat nummer op e begravenis van m'n opa werd gedraaid.. kword er alleen wat depri van
en kheb niet echt zin om de lyrics op te gaan zoeken...

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There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean.
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
Or where do you start.
Oh, oh, into the dark.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

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Op 06 april 2001 15:33 schreef Dagootje het volgende:
De goede man heet Lennaert Nijgh.

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The heart beats regular as gunfire
in the stillness the whole mouth twists

fickle winds
gunfire

I am the holy first
an embryonic saint and sacrifice
who drives a wedge between the cradle and the grave

(fragmentjes, weet niet alles meer. ga het een keer opzoeken)

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Op 06 april 2001 17:05 schreef Koekepan het volgende:
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out of the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Or is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean.
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
Or where do you start.
Oh, oh, into the dark.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

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Suzanne Vega - Blood Sings

When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face

One body split and passed along the line
From the shoulder to the hip
I know these bones as being mine
And the curving of the lip

And my question to you is:
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?

Some are lean and some with grace, and some without;
All tell the story that repeats
Of a child who had been left alone at birth
Left to fend and taught to fight

See his eyes and how they start with light
Getting colder as the pictures go
Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?
That bad luck we've all come to know

And my question to you is:
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?

When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peant butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
heaphones, ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping pohne lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say

Patti Smith - Dancing Barefoot

she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he

here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he's taking over me...

I'm dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e

she is sublimation
she is the essence of thee
she is concentrating on
he, who is chosen by she

here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
could it be he's taking over me...

[chorus]

she is re-creation
she, intoxicated by thee
she has the slow sensation that
he is levitating with she ...

here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...

[chorus]

(oh god I fell for you ...)

the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
grave visitations
what is it that calls to us?
why must we pray screaming?
why must not death be redefined?
we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
and whirl on a pane of glass
an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.

(oh god I fell for you ...)

Wat heb je in de hand,
waarom ben je hier geboren?
Door welke speling van het lot
worden mensen uitverkoren?

Wie was de eerste drager
van een ziekte die velen besmet?
En als je dan eenmaal besmet bent,
wie bepaalt of je het wel of niet redt?
De verspreider van het leed
door wie er zoveel zijn verloren,
zoekt een virus iemand uit,
door wie is hij dan uitverkoren?

Wat heb je in de hand,
waarom ben je hier geboren?
Door welke speling van het lot
worden mensen uitverkoren?

In de vleugel van een vliegtuig
zit een scheur in een moer
maar dat kun je niet zien.
Een man boekt een reis op het laatste moment
voor zijn vrouw en zijn zoontje van tien.
Je geeft een bedrag voor een kind
maar dan blijft het van de gekke
dat naast die uitverkorene
de rest van het gezin kan verrekken.

Wat heb je in de hand,
waarom ben je hier geboren?
Door welke speling van het lot
worden mensen uitverkoren?

De kans van een op duizenden,
een prijs die je verrast.
Degene die iets ziet wat nog nooit iemand zag
of een vrouw die precies bij je past.

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on

Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts

Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone

If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on

Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes

And everybody hurts
Sometimes

So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)

Ik opende mijn ogen
het was toen de maand shwat (plm. maart, aa)
Ik zag boven mij een klein vogeltje
Het blauwe van de hemel en één wolkje
en ik zag de berg die altijd groen is

Tijdens kinderspelletjes, het gemak om dronken van te worden,
heb ik achter vlinders gejaagd en ben de berg afgegleden
En toen ik een plek zocht om mezelf te verbergen
vluchtte ik naar de berg die altijd groen is

De berg die al het hele jaar groen is
ik droom nog en vraag
jouw lucht in te ademen zoals tijdens de eerste keer
en te liggen in jouw schaduw, Carmel

Op de kinderlijke jaren, op de jaren van de liefde
We klommen op zijn paadjes, mijn hand in haar hand
Wij keken naar de verte, naar de toekomst
En we droomden over de berg die altijd groen is

We gingen in dienst, groot en verlegen,
van de oorlogen kwamen we terug als broeders
We brachten op onze handen vrienden
en we namen afscheid voor de berg die altijd groen is

De berg die al het hele jaar groen is
ik droom nog en vraag
jou lucht in te ademen zoals tijdens de eerste keer
en te liggen in jouw schaduw, Carmel

En onze kinderen zijn zelf al eiken
Het haar van onze ouders is al wit van de dagen
maar jong zullen we zijn als we omhoogkijken naar onze broeder,
de berg die altijd groen is

De berg die al het hele jaar groen is
ik droom nog en vraag
jouw lucht in te ademen zoals tijdens de eerste keer
en te liggen in jouw schaduw, Carmel

De berg die al het hele jaar groen is
ik droom nog en vraag
jou lucht in te ademen zoals tijdens de eerste keer
en te liggen in jouw schaduw, Carmel

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door aa op 09-04-2001 00:30]

Mooi is het zonlicht

Als je in stemming bent, moet je genieten
't leven is kort en 't is gauw weer voorbij
Kun je nog vrolijk zijn, wees dan tevreden
Grijp het geluk als je kunt, voel je vrij
Lap aan je laars wat ze ook van je denken
Kletsen ze van je, blijf in je humeur
Zoek al het moois wat er is in het leven
Zet van je af dat kleizielig gezeur

Mooi is het zonlicht dat schijnt voor ons allen
Mooi zijn de sterren in flonk'rende pracht
Laat toch je leven door niemand vergallen
Lach en vergeet, zorgen en leed.

Zit niet te piek'ren voor wat nog moet komen
Zie toch geen bergen die er nog niet zijn
Wees niet jaloers en naijv'rig op anderen
Want dat bezorgt je het meeste chagrijn
Als. je gezond bent, dank dan maar de hemel
Want je gezondheid die is alles waard
Niets op de wereld aan rijdom of weelde
Kun je vergelijken met die schat op aard

Mooi is het zonlicht dat schijnt voor ons allen
Mooi zijn de sterren in flonk'rende pracht
Laat toch je leven door niemand vergallen
Lach en vergeet, zorgen en leed.

Als het je meeloopt, wees niet over moedig
Denk niet dat j'alles kan, want dat is fout
Zelfs van de hoogste top val j'in de afgrond
Als je te veel op jezelven vertrouwt '
t Leven is rijk aan gedachten en daden
Vol energie en voortdurende strijd
Als je moet vechten voor 't daag'lijks bestaantje
Doe 't dan met eerlijke wapens, altijd!

Mooi is het zonlicht dat schijnt voor ons allen
Mooi zijn de sterren in flonk'rende pracht
Laat toch je leven door niemand vergallen
Lach en vergeet, zorgen en leed.

She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can't walk but she's trying

Oh think twice...

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice...