Let’s abide what is inside
Whether it be nice or nasty
Sweet or sour, light or heavy
White or black, laughter or sorrow
It all belongs to the same me
That is sitting here at the table
Writing this song that wants to be
And shouted from the true soap story
am in my street, with my trees
and my people (and dogs)
am so angry that I can spit
On everybody who is IT, it, nit, wit,
shit that’s it. Everybody who is or
who behaves like shit
(Sh)it is not in the being
It is in the behaving
Once upon a time
was a shit puffer
And a soul tuner
The shit puffer
was black inside and did pfft, pfft
The soul tuner was made of bright light and sang Ah, ah, ah,
The pfft and the ah ah did meet each other daily
And sang, puffed and tuned and argued and thought
And felt and became so tired that they had to go
to sleep… Together
And when they woke up and faced a new day
They thought I can tune into Ah again today
or I can puff my shit
or shall I just take a rest?
Yes, that’s IT...
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Hoi Tine , ik kreeg je naam door van mijn vader hugo mulder.
Hoogstwaarschijnlijk ken je zijn van El Bloque in Spanje.
Het lijkt mij een verrijking om met u in gesprek te komen.