Sunday, boring Sunday

nailed to my chair
like a hand in a glove
with the world at my feet

I have nowhere to go
no friends to meet
I sit in retreat

a hollow space
an empty face
out of time
out of place

a boring Sunday
is al I have
nailed to a chair
birds in the trees

too far away
sky showing some fatigue
no one near enough to please
a longing is there

it says what you need
is some distracting sleep
to leave a boring Sunday
a withered leaf

(c) JR. eightees

White powder

knowing you
is letting you down, 'cause
you don't wear a crown

I always go for the first price
and that's no lie, if I reach that
I'll lift you beside me

don't make waves it's just
how the game is played
I'll be a king, you a queen
we will cover the whole scene

from New York to Abilene
the white powder is a test
if you're strong enough to
take the rest

it's not addictive as they say
more like a game, a game to
get used to

yes, king and queen we are
we reign, we play with the
white powder game

it's not addictive, not at all
just you play that's all, and
to play, you must pay afterall

like any game you play
the stakes are high, so are
the costs, stay with it you can't
kick it

it's not addictive so they say
going to the edge is a long stretch
stay with it babe, don't give up
the chase

go all the way to paradise
stay with it babe and you'll
be allright

allright 'till daylight
stay with it babe, stay
with the chase

(c) JR. eightees

A Rose

it was a rose
that took away my love
and left her thorn in my heart

(c) JR. eightees photo JR.

Life

I'm standing here
right out of the blue
in a ray of light
don't know what to do
don't believe in life anymore

but I've got to hang on
just for the sake of livin'
must get through this
it will cease to excist
but it'll take time
I flip a dime

time will be all mine
my life is like a shell
hollow and empty
getting drowned
by a sea of emotion
thrust upon a shore
barely alive

I will recover
I will crawl to freedom
and take it by its tail
I will shake it
be once more
in the running again
get rid of my pain
that grabs me
again and again
I want to get rid of
and be whole again

I'm downcast
thrown unto the ground
I crawl around
where is my way out
always in myself
got to do it myself
to be whole again

I'll take my stand
be back on the edge
work my way back
and ask myself
what do I want from this life
it's not much, some sanity
to live on in peace
and lie under the appletree
thinkin', this life
it is to be

(c) JR. eightees

An ordinairy man

I'm an ordinairy man with choices
nothing in my ways is perculiar
it is all very ordinairy instead
and I can head into any direction ahead
so many choices, so many ways

and it's all sensational  in a way
'cause I take all the love away
in my extra ordinairy way

I have choices you don't have
I can choose anything I want
I'm an ordinairy man with choices
I don't intend to let them go

I chose to have ordinairy children
I chose to have an ordinairy wife
we have an extra ordinairy love
we live a very ordinairy life

we had an extra ordinairy divorce
I chose to live a solitary life
and the choices went out of sight
I let them go without a sigh

a reminder of the choice of time
a very ordinairy trail of light
an ordinairy life on the line

(c) eightees JR>

Winning

it's not like me to lose
I'm a natural winner
in ev'ry game
I know
how it's played
I know how it's done
you'll never have me
on the run
I mastered ev'ry trick
leavin' me the kick
of beatin' you
at ev'ry bit

I have
a ferocious appetite
it never is enough
I'l go into the depths
of my thoughts
spend all my resources
to win that last resort
a natural winner I am
something I will always be
it's a feelin' in me

a loser doesn't win
a loser has nothing
a loser only plays
and loses again

losing is a trade
losing is a skill
losing is a thrill
losing is a craft
learning ev'ry game
memorising ev'ry word

not for me
I am a natural winner
a thing anybody can see
winning is a habit to me

(c) JR. eightees

My Heart

it's hard to say
harder to hear
my heart it fell asleep
when you were lovin' me

nothin' to stop it
nothin' to wake it
you were tryin' so hard
it was painfull to see

yet my heart fell asleep
when you were lovin' me
breaking you into many pieces
'cause you tried too hard

casting a tightening grip
a suffocating hold over me
my heart fell asleep, you lost
needing it so much

my heart fell asleep, you left
it was not yours to keep, slowly
it rises from its sleep, breathin'
fresh air, a lot it will need

recovering in speed, rid of the grip
that held it down, reaching for the
freedom where it will live

my heart fell asleep
it was not yours to keep

(c) JR. eightees

t Moeras

een bovenlaag
voedt zich altijd met...
een onderlaag

al sinds het begin der tijden
het zal altijd zo blijven  maar...
soms staat zij op is het leven
weer even een leven waard om
te leven

om na verloop van tijd toch
weer te verdwijnen in het moeras
van onrecht waar de bovenlaag
op drijft en zich mee voedt

(c) JR. 2019