Author: hgoei

Witchcraft

Witchcraft



Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It’s witchcraft

And I’ve got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

‘Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in my
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to

It’s such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn’t switch
‘Cause there’s no nicer witch than you

Frank Sinatra

Een volk dat voor tirannen zwicht

Een volk dat voor tirannen zwicht


Allen, die hier tesamen zijn,
de levenden, de doden,
de handbreed, die ons scheidt, is klein,
wij zijn tesamen ontboden
voor het gericht …

Gedenk de liefste, die hier ligt,
de broeder, vrind of vader,
maar gun Uw ogen wijder zicht,
aanzie het land en alle mens tegader,
hoor dit bericht:

Wij staan tesaam voor het gericht
voor goed of kwaad te kiezen,
een volk dat voor tirannen zwicht,
zal meer dan lijf en goed verliezen,
dan dooft het licht.

(H.M. van Randwijk, 1906-1966)

Huichang

Huichang


In het oosten breekt de dag aan.
Zeg niet dat we vroeg op mars zijn.
Struikelend nemen we de groene heuvels
maar oud zijn we nog niet.
En van hier is het landschap puur goed.

Voorbij de muren van Huichang tuimelen
hoge pieken recht achtereen tot aan de zee
De soldaten wijzen elkaar het zuiden:
ui-groen, welig Guangdong.

Mao Zedong

See me

See me



See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me, heal me, heal me.

Chorus: Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat.
Following you I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet!
Right behind you I see the millions.
On you I see the glory.
From you I get opinions.
From you I get the story.
Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat.
Following you I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet!

[TOMMY AND CHORUS]

Right behind you I see the millions.
On you I see the glory.
From you I get opinions.
From you I get the story.
Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat (heat).
Following you I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet!
Right behind you I see the millions.
On you I see the glory.
From you I get opinions.
From you I get the story.
Ohhhhh, listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat.
Following you I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet!
Right behind you I see the millions.
On you I see the glory.
From you I get opinions.
From you I get the story.
Listening to you!

Tommy

Litany of Fear

Litany of Fear


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Dune

The road not taken

The road not taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

La Belle Dame Sans Merci


I

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

                          II

 

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

                          III

 

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

                          IV

 

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

                          V

 

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

                          VI

 

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

                          VII

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said –
‘I love thee true’.

                          VIII

 

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

                          IX

 

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed – Ah! woe betide! –
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

                          X

 

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried – ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

                          XI

 

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

                          XII

 

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

John Keats

the King of Elflands Daughter

the King of Elflands Daughter


Who are you, he said,
    to the woman before his eyes
    I did not see you coming,
    and so I’m quite surprised
    To find that I can see the sky,
    looking through your eyes
    
    I cam across the void, said she,
    Yes, I’m a stranger here
    And I have need this moment,
    to whisper in your ear
    A favour I would ask of thee,
    and so will you draw near?
    
    She breathed herself like whiskey
    into his waiting brain,
    All in amaze he turned and asked
    the lady of her name,
    You know me from your waking dreams
    of when you were a boy,
    I am the king of Elfland’s Daughter.
    
    Now friend, will you drop everything
    and come away with me,
    Along the rocky cliffs so high
    and then across the sea
    Come and join our faerie band
    in our dance among the trees
    
    I will, he said, and took her hand
    and so they journeyed far,
    And called a dance together
    between the daylight and the dark,
    And if you should go seeking them
    you’ll find them dancing still
    
    
    She breathed herself like whiskey
    into his waiting heart,
    And in the end it mattered not
    they came from worlds apart,
    He a mortal man and she
    quite something else again,
    She was the King of Elfland’s Daughter.

Mark Unger

Gevallen Engel

Gevallen Engel


je noemt mij engel
spreek over
het verbond
van mijn ogen
de harp
van mijn lippen

ik wil dat jij
ziet
of ik een engel bent
ik ben gevallen
mijn gelaat is in de schaduwen
voor jou
die verblindt is door de halo
van jouw waarneming
dus hoe kan jij mij kennen?

mijn hiel is rond
rozig engelachtig
maar spits zich tot puntige tenen
gehoefd galopperend
slaan vonken uit veelkleurige stenen
en ik zou zo de koningin van tyrus zijn

ga jij voor mij de jacobsladder vlechten?
zal jij een vlammend zwaard doven?
zal je witte mantels beloven
en geven aan
de gewichtloosheids van veren
iets om aan te hechten?

Bron: Annette Heyder
Vertaling: Q

Let’s Talk About Sex

Let’s Talk About Sex



Punch it, Hurb
Yo, I don’t think we should talk about this
Come on, why not?
People might misunderstand what we’re tryin’ to say, you know?
No, but that’s a part of life)

Come on

[CHORUS]

Let’s talk about sex, baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex for now to the people at home or in the crowd
It keeps coming up anyhow
Don’t decoy, avoid, or make void the topic
Cuz that ain’t gonna stop it
Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows
Many will know anything goes
Let’s tell it how it is, and how it could be
How it was, and of course, how it should be
Those who think it’s dirty have a choice
Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off
Will that stop us, Pep? I doubt it
All right then, come on, Spin

[CHORUS]

Hot to trot, make any man’s eyes pop
She use what she got to get whatever she don’t got
Fellas drool like fools, but then again they’re only human
The chick was a hit because her body was boomin’
Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds
Nothin’ she ever wore was ever common
Her dates heads of state, men of taste
Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for her to get with
Or even mess with, the Prez she says was next on her list
And believe me, you, it’s as good as true
There ain’t a man alive that she couldn’t get next to
She had it all in the bag so she should have been glad
But she was mad and sad and feelin’ bad
Thinkin’ about the things that she never had
No love, just sex, followed next with a check and a note
That last night was dope

Let’s talk about sex, baby (sing it)
Let’s talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)
Let’s talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let’s talk about sex (come on)
Let’s talk about sex (do it)
Let’s talk about sex (uh-huh)
Let’s talk about sex

Ladies, all the ladies, louder now, help me out
Come on, all the ladies – let’s talk about sex, all right
[repeat]

(Yo, Pep, I don’t think they’re gonna play this on the radio
And why not? Everybody has sex
I mean, everybody should be makin’ love
Come on, how many guys you know make love?)

[CHORUS]

Salt & Pepa