What a Beautiful Mess!

A virtual girl's guide to Second Life fashion!

no comments

Voor Alles Bang Geweest

Voor Alles Bang Geweest

For too many people in a lift or regional bus
Or just a room
For the wreath of galaxies, veils, mists and their black holes

For my own brain, some insects
Women, their moods and votes
For boiling water, membranes, scissors, breathing

For most trivialities
Big and bigger
For the discontent of my parents
Then from pulpits in barracks
People threatened with hell and narrow gates

For some sounds
And the living with those sounds
For emails and sms
For envelopes on my table

Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything

For dreams and demons
For exclusion and almost all unknowns
For the elements
For people and country
For big crowds, for the doorbell and for punishment

For patented madmen and some family members
School, and everything that had to come after it
For the sight that I offer and do not want to offer
For the distress of innate shame

Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything

For the truth
Or rather the dynamics of hard facts
For the future, the past
The bouncing here and now
For types that play with knives
For animals although not the most
For people who say they are free from all fears

For thoughts
Other people’s or own
Spool, height, blankets, depth
Everything that escapes language
Suspicions of anything
For God still
For my passion
Always been afraid of everything
Not without obligation but with good reason

Always convinced for everything, high in the breath
Purely frightened in the doctrine to the marrow
Off to the stupid and futile
With blinkers and dog loyalty
Always been afraid of everything

Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything

For both the big handle
Last but not least, ragged edges
Smallest particles, neutrons, electrons
Everything bigger than the receding Self

For atmospheres and whistling
And the security, also at home
To lose everything in an instant
For buildings without windows
Before dying, all dead
Perhaps a little less for death

For this observation
For establish
For children who ask questions
But even more for those questions

Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything

But not for you
Not for you

Voor Alles Bang Geweest‘ ~Wende-lyrics by Joost Zwagerman~

As you can see it’s not in English, though I’ve translated the lyrics, albeit probably badly….I take no responsibility in the accuracy, or inaccuracy as the case may be, for the translation by Google translate. We all know how it can turn words into meaning anything but what intended, but I think you’ll get the idea. Thanks to Vrir for sharing this with me. ♥♥♥

Leave a Reply

Required fields are marked *.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: