Listen an' quiver hear the Master in the wind
in that swift breeze, where he whispers about
you an' I what you an' I may not see
he even whispers where a king resides,
in its corridors, in a chamberlain's chamber
in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's pots
an' pans
or in the most sensitive ear of al when
a warlord comes to call, and not only a
whisperer is he a listener
his might rests upon all the global land, his
whispers are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war
are his profit written in the sand
listen an' quiver, if you know the master
he protects whatever interest he has might
you confess
a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
or he whispers less
and you will remain in his servitude might
you flee his might will find you even in a
hollow tree
where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need and without
mercy
will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead
leafs or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody
will ever believe you're the residu,
The Master Whisperer
leaves
(c) JR. 2017
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zaterdag 2 maart 2019
zaterdag 20 oktober 2018
A Silence
all I wanted was to think come
to terms with my surroundings
where
I didn't find a will to listen to
the silence I bear, a silence is
in me
keeps me out of touch, out of
reach, guarding my secrets a
silence is in me
so I struggle on, fighting
contradiction in a process of
regaining
a balance in my soul, I need
'cause a silence is in me regaining
my security
is all I need to get by, this silence
will leave me in its retreat, free, on
the mend
I'll step into life again, a silence is
in me, keeps me out of touch out of
reach
it will always leave, a silence is in
me
(c) JR. lyrics eightees
to terms with my surroundings
where
I didn't find a will to listen to
the silence I bear, a silence is
in me
keeps me out of touch, out of
reach, guarding my secrets a
silence is in me
so I struggle on, fighting
contradiction in a process of
regaining
a balance in my soul, I need
'cause a silence is in me regaining
my security
is all I need to get by, this silence
will leave me in its retreat, free, on
the mend
I'll step into life again, a silence is
in me, keeps me out of touch out of
reach
it will always leave, a silence is in
me
(c) JR. lyrics eightees
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maandag 23 april 2018
Master whisperer
listen an' quiver
hear 'the master' in the wind
in that swift breeze where he
whispers abpout you an' I what
you an' I may noy see
he even whispers where a king
resides in its corridors in a chamberlain's
chamber, in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's
pots an' pans or in the most sesitive ear of all
when a warlord comes to call
not only a whisperer is he a listener his might
rests upon all the global land his whispers
are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war are
his profit written in the sand
listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects
whatever interest he has might you
confess
a silenced whisper
will remove the threat from whatever
confession you ever had or he whispers less
and you will remain in his servitude
might you flee his might
will find you even in a hollow tree
where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need
and without mercy
will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leaves
or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody will ever
believe you're 'the residu'
'The Master Whisperer'
leaves
(c) JR. 2017
Labels:
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maandag 8 januari 2018
Doomsday
rundown, exhausted and spent
I'm lying on my back kickin'...
against the walls of my misfortune
know the feelin' ?
when your mind's out of breath
and breathing weighs heavy
on your chest
and your heart's poundin' away
waitin' for its Doomsday
that's the feelin'
time to make up your mind
listen to the signs, listen and
maybe you're in time
fallin' an inch short of the finish
story of my life
(c) JR. 8-1-2018
Labels:
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Doomsday,
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jan robert huisman,
listen,
mind,
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