Goaitsen van der Vliet unplugged op in literêre jûn yn Warkum. Opname Hein van der Vliet.
DAT BISTO
Sjochst dysels rinnen yn Downtown L.A.
Witst net wêrhinne, hast gjin inkeld idee.
Sleepsoaljend, de holle foardel
ûnder in sinne dy't brânt as de hel. Dat bisto!
Is dit in film? Is dit in dream, miskyn?
Muorren, minsken, ien lange stream
Kleure plaatsjes skowe starich foarbij, en
de kop dy mealt dy oan ien tried wei. Dat bisto!
Heinst de lûden fan it jachtsjend ferkear,
frjemde stimmen, flarden petear.
Bliuwst der bûten, do hearst der net bij.
Soest wol wolle mar dêr bist der net mei. Dat bisto!
Kinst wol tinke dat it noch wol wat wurdt.
It libben is lang en de wrâld is sa grut.
Mar wêrst ek bist, man, it jout dy gjin sprút:
dyn hûd is in kouwe en do kinst der net út. Dat bisto!
Sjoust mar wat troch, mar do kinst likegoed
stean bliuwe op sa'n dei as hjoed.
Kinst ek wol keare, it oare út gean,
of rûntsjes rinn' en nergens stil mear by stean. Dat bisto!
Sikest dysels yn dyn spegelbyld.
Gjin spoar! Wêr bisto fersyld?
Fynst neat mear, hoe fier as 't ek giest
as it gefoel dast gewoan net bestiest. Dat bisto!
IS THAT YOU?
Back in L.A. you find yourself moving on,
not knowing where your aspiration's gone.
Hanging your head, dragging your feet
along the dusty sun-baked downtown streets. Is that you?
You're in a movie, once and for all, you see
coloured pictures, windows and walls.
In slow motion the city goes by
and you're not even wondering why. Is that you?
Your eardrums catch the sounds as you walk,
traffic rushing, a snatch of a talk.
It's none of your business, you do not take part.
Maybe you could but you don't know where to start. Is that u?
You foster the notion that it must be you,
who's moving on there with nothing to do.
One thing you know is what your trip's all about:
your body's a cage and there's no way out. Is that you?
You walk on by, but you could just as well
stand still at the ring of a bell.
Or just turn around, go the opposite way,
or walk in circles 'till the end of the day. Is that you?
In the reflections of your pale gloomy face
you look for yourself, but you can't find a trace.
Your brain keeps on grinding: who, when and where?
You stick with the feeling of not being there. Is that you?
Account http://nl.youtube.com/goaitsenvandervliet
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I like acustic music sometimes.....Guess you know which one I'm watchin this moment!
debjean0211 4 years ago