1. gespeeld op het event 'New Economy #9: Digitale doekoe' van de Zwijger.

    eventpage: https://dezwijger.nl/programma/digitale-doekoe
    Bronbestand: vimeo.com/243285041

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  2. The story of my life to a happy tune. It's about leaving familiar because you want to discover anew. I wrote this in 1997, when we left Groningen for Amsterdam. In a way it was then too I left the town I grew up in (Emmen). The closing verse was added later, after we got 'married, with children' and full time jobs. In bands I like it played hard and fast with a walking bass and running solo's. Haven't played a band that got it just right, but came close in the clips shown at the end.

    Getting married is this clip in the bridge. Some Groningen and Emmen is in here too, though none of these train stations exist today as they were when I used them.

    words;
    Gotta move on, gotta move on,
    got to catch that train waiting there for me
    gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move on

    There's a train leaving yonder station
    Gotta catch it now or else I never may
    Even if it means a painful separation
    Chances are to gain more than I pay

    One by one my friends were settling down
    What happened to the fire of their dreams
    How did they get so stuck in this here small town
    Did they get involved in day to day routine

    Well I told them time and time again,
    That their life wasn’t meant for me
    I said how about it; are you my man?
    Then I moved on and found a home
    We settled down below the sea
    and she said, how about it, are you my man,
    Are you coming with me?
    Are you coming with me?

    And then I got a job working in the big town
    That old guitar of mine just gathered rust
    Cash came flowin in but I went down down down
    Bout time that I shook some of that dust

    'Crazy little thing called love' and 'saturday night' are constructed around a 'D major' chord. Playing with that led to this tune.

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  3. early 2014 I'd gotten interested in the Pirate Party. On a Friday night at my first Pirate meetup in a bar in Amsterdam, in walks Rick Falkvinge. We ended up talking, This song was my interpretation of what that was about, I recorded it the next day. Back then it was supposed to sound more 'piraty' but it ended up more boring. Maybe this one is better. The bit with the logo's was in the clip I made later during EU election period.

    This is the second trial recording with my 'mobile studio' aka 'selfiestick-pro', which is now improved to suffer more winds without interference, is why I did it near water. The choice of guitar is off a bit as the dobro played turned out too loud compared to voice. I love the dobro; it was a gift from a dear friend I played music with in Groningen.

    the words:
    We’re pirates of the land and all the land’s our home
    We pirate and defend, and share what can’t be owned
    Feel the wind’s a turning, aye its but a breeze
    But have your sails a ready, as it’s picking up in speed

    Wood to the fire wood to the fire, liberty’s at the stake
    Burn it ever higher till she rises from the flames
    Wood to the fire wood to the fire, make ye no mistake
    A pirate’s feast aint over till the new dawn breaks

    The pirates from the north decided on a pirate meet
    To walk it into Europe they would suffer no defeat
    And every town or city they’d visit on their way
    Grew pirates of their own, or so the stories say

    Now hear me well ye peasants with mortgages to pay
    Who care not for your freedom, who’d let it wash away
    We’re here to steal it back now, in numbers we will pay
    Stand and be a pirate and sing with me today

    Wood to the fire wood to the fire, liberty’s at the stake
    Burn it ever higher till she rises from the flames
    Wood to the fire wood to the fire, make ye no mistake
    A pirate’s feast aint over till the new dawn breaks

    note; 'with numbers we will pay' for me is about crypto currencies

    # vimeo.com/147058043 Uploaded
  4. about the november 13th 2015 killings in Paris France. Its tune is to Frère Jacques, its words speak of hope that whomever wakes up because of this violence does so to change things for the better. It's a mourning song.
    I'd have done in French if I spoke it

    Uprooted by the storms of late, and blown out of their home
    sailed and walked a thousand miles, through cold with hearts of stone
    bent and worn they stopped, for screams were up ahead
    some blamed them for believing, in the bullets that they fled
    there never was a bullet, shot by the hand of God
    and there never was time to fly, in the city of love
    outside the walls of Paris in banlieue's concrete
    in piles of lost connections and miles of roads of need
    lies kindling for the burning, a spark and then it starts
    a blaze into the city that is France's loving heart

    from Edouard de Laboulaye sailed lady liberty
    across the mighty ocean as a totem for the free
    liberty that tossed her light for all the world to see
    now shine your light on Paris, as your brothers are in need
    Use bombs to dig your channel with, to transport dollars’ fuel
    Collateralize all human life; the empire must rule
    Razed to the ground by ‘Eagles’, flown to foreign skies
    Lie children's toys and future’s plans, then covered up with lies

    lights blown out in Paris by those who favor Daesh
    sprung from stricken desert, desert of all but death
    stole life from the living, love claim it back
    city of light to dawn; dawn kick out the black

    boots to foreign soil, and bombs from up above
    all come back to roost, in the city of love

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_2015_Paris_attacks

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  5. geschreven in 1995 ongeveer, maar de uiteindelijke tekst pas veel later.
    Live gespeeld voor 'theater Onderweg' in 2011/2012 (nog een paar covers met dat bandje hier https://www.youtube.com/user/ricoonderweg)

    de tekst;
    Soms zie ik je nog lopen in de zon, Mijn vinger in jouw hand, want zo val je niet om
    Samen lopen wij ons blokje om, Naar de eendjes in de vaart en dan weer om

    Er zitten kleuren in de wolken, kleuren die je volgen
    De stoep verandert in een regenboog
    De klok stond stil vlak voor het slapen, nog tijd voor een verhaaltje,
    De tijd die in de wind al verder vloog

    De wereld draaide rondjes om je heen
    De kermis die het was draaiden we rondjes met je mee
    Dan gaan we samen op de fiets, en kletsen over zomaar iets
    Dromen zonder dat je wakker wordt
    Herinnering een oogopslag, kijken naar de nieuwe dag
    De tijd die we hadden met z’n twee, de tijd die we brachten naar de zee

    Er zitten kleuren in de wolken, kleuren die je volgen
    De stoep verandert in een regenboog
    De klok stond stil vlak voor het slapen, nog tijd voor een verhaaltje,
    De tijd die in de wind al verder vloog, de tijd verandert in een regenboog

    # vimeo.com/79021071 Uploaded

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