Nieuwsbrief
Twenty-seven stitches on my steering wheel
Leander

Driving down the road
I just got my licence
Man, they say I’m a danger now

I’m a danger to myself and others
I shouldn’t drink
I must smile and obey the law

I’ve got an old fashioned car
I’ve got a tank full of gas
and a record of Neil Young

There’s a fork in the road somewhere
My friend, it’s a choice
between right and wrong

I am a joker
Some call me their friend
I have never been a smoker
at least I can pretend
When the air gets cold
it’s like I blow smoke

I mean it’s the power of imagination
that holds up the peace
in the silence

and it’s only our fear of the darkness
that feeds our love for a statue
that sings to us

We are a people so strange
that I’m sometimes ashamed
to count me among us

You can say there’s different reasons to be
I could only agree
to you enlightenment

See, I am a stranger
in my own part of town
I’m sick and in danger
from the one wearing the crown
He says: “Kneel, my son
and grow up”

Come on
What are you waiting for
Is it a song
or is it the person you once were

What if there was a world on the other side of your mirror
like a cave
behind a waterfall

Where you would find truth in a dream
sand in your shoes
and a story so beautiful

Never question your doubts
They give you reason
to shout out: "life is wonderful"

I find it is quite fulfilling
to see deep into a pit of a well
for a thunderstorm

I am a sinner
in the eyes of the lord
I’m getting thinner and thinner
how I wish to be pure
I am a beggar
Please give me your shoes
Look over yonder
Here comes the truth





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