No matter what

a rose is a rose

no matter what

she will always give

het heart

she can laugh

cry in the shade

she can be vulnerable

shy away

but...

she will always care

always share

the love she has

'cause a rose is a rose

and it's all she got

no matter, no matter

no matter...

what.

(c) JR. 2023

There was thunder

a woman can kill with so much

as a breath of love

a woman can kill with a look

love with an embrace and cry in the shade

a woman can kill with so much

as a gentle touch

feel the coldness of her charm

see that chill in her eyes

the hate when she smiles

still she speaks of love

which she promised

but easily forgot

whatever the reason took her love

it wasn't completely lost

like a disease some of it never leaves

a faint feeling remains disturbing in fact

'cause it doesn't rest

always a stir a movement is there

she knows it all too well it leaves her in despair

'cause strong the hate it's done in passion

'Love' its name

she came in for the kill yet loved so deeply

and couldn't afford it her strengt weakening

close to total surrender, there was 'Thunder'

(c) JR. long ago 1982

Eyes

see the eyes that shine
see the eyes that once smiled
see the eyes made to cry
see the eyes go blind
see them look for justice
see them go to war
see them look for freedom
see them fight the evil
see them look for a reason
to reclaim and live out their life
on the land which they were born

(c) JR. 2020

A place to live

I can still hear that violin play
it was across the road in the inn's
attick it stayed had a lonely sound
the cry of a lost hound

it stuck with me for a long time actually
for more than a while, I travelled along
on a road more than long

'till at the end of the line I reached my
home town with all the pines where patiently
waited my bride

at my wedding night it played  for me
for the last time it was never heard of
again only when my first child came

its tune now a happy one it played at the
beginng of dawn shimmering lights wandered
across the fields after that the violin's tune ceased
to be

now an' then I try to whistle it again how much
I wish, it doesn't come to me again it must
have as I did found its place to live


(c) JR. 2015

Statements

the wonder that love is
makes me smile
makes me sigh
makes me cry
the wonder that love is


toeteren, bellen en blazen
gebeurt allemaal ineen
want ze hebben je te grazen

blaas je en hij knapt
is dat verdacht
dat doen ze goed
want je was onder invloed

I can write about love
and all the rest
yet never went to bed
imagination is what I have

was je wel eens in Drunen
kan je kilometers turen naar
wat er niet was

wat kost meer
een pond liefde
of een pond verveling

remembering the past
is not my way to spend an evening
'cause you're it and I don't want to look
back

ze was bijna mooi
ze kon lachen als een verzopen
vlooi

zo klein oh zo teer
was die luis in je hemd dit
keer

a woman can kill with so much
as a breath of love
a woman can kill with a look
love with an embrace cry
in the shade

lips so moist an tender
so in love again
I can feel you comin'
in your own special way

as it has always been
ev'ry now and then
she takes a drop of water
and drinks it

tastin' the  purity
and simpleness she needs
now comin' my way
purity reaches me
promissing me its seed

de zon had de aarde geaait
een ras werd weg gevaagd
de bol herstelde snel alleen
de mens was uitgeteld

a song has been sung
will never be sung again
its words are on my lips
someday I might whistle it
somebody might recognise it
and sing it

je was er niet bij
je zult er nooit bij zijn
want we zijn je kwijt

twintig jaar in het huis
waar je word bewaard
heeft een vreemdeling
van je gemaakt

in de luwte lach een schip
gek van blijdschap dat de
storm dat niet wist

a house with seven rooms
slept in ev'ryone of them
never saw dust swept by
a broom

love is a sacred thing
it is not easy to find
and harder to keep

night's like a cloak
wrapping 'round my body
taking me away, angels can fly

I'm waiting for the morning
I know it comes...sometimes

Love's something you get
with your sigarettes, on the
side the government tells you
it's bad

your tongue is like a sword
cutting in all the wrong places

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

a soul is like a flower in the but
a  soul is like a flower opening up


(c) JR.