ANTWERP TOWN
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Lyrics: J. Konings
Music: Franklin (F. Konings)
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Antwerp always felt my kind of town
A gate to the world, I had to feel and conquer
Like generations before
who wondered
and with feelings that can chase you
evermore
Antwerp always sweeps the storms and times
Where the old sails catch the wind to wander
Like footsteps left before
and thunder
Like songs brought back from
distant shores
Where streets exhale the ghosts of ancient times
Like the old familiar poets whispering secret rhymes
Antwerp always follow restless waters
Like the seabirds flying wild and going under (*)
Like Spanish boots before
Yes, yonder
Where the port is living wild
And roars
Antwerp always felt my kind of town
A gate to the world, I had to feel and conquer
Like generations before
who wondered
With feelings that can chase you
Evermore
There’s a yellow moon sliding over Antwerp town
Hope the future stormy winds won’t bring the city down
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DOGGERBANKS BLUES
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Lyrics: J. Konings
Music: Franklin (F. Konings)
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Oh Lord, where are the times when crazy summers
Throwed slim shadows in thin lines
Let the slow wind comin’ from across the sea
From a nowhere kind of coast that I see
Oh Lord, where are the kind things that once were
In the hearts of crazy boys and girls you know
Take my thoughts back to those days of tasty wine
And roses that we thought would always shine
Oh Lord, let all the old grass just grow green
Smell like days that sometimes bring back memories
Like the herby slopes of higher Switserland
And my garden, dreamy green on greensand
Oh Lord, I’m just a travelin’ man, only in my thougts,
And traveling ain’t a cure for loneliness or heavy hearts
For all of these silences, that we hear among the stars
In this meaningless and cosmic blues, as on the plains of mars
Oh Lord, keep tired waves, rollin’ after storm
From Scotland over Doggerbanks old plains
Where once our fathers roasted meat from sheep
And got lost on a beach too long and deep
Oh Lord, I’m just a travelin’ man, only in my thougts,
And traveling ain’t a cure for loneliness or heavy hearts
For all of these silences, that we hear among the stars
In this meaningless and cosmic blues, as on the plains of mars
LONG WEATHERED SKIN (1)
Lyrics: J. Konings
Music: Franklin (F. Konings)
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Don’t like those skins
So clean and smooth
Missing scars and prints
That tell old tales
of crazy times
From quite nearby
or far off towns
Don’t like those skins
So clean and smooth
Missing scars and prints
That tell old tales
of crazy times
From quite nearby
or far off towns
From a long last youth
and all those years between
Between the lies and truths
And all the things that wean
Just like the daily foods and fruits
Wait for a guillotine
I got scars inside my long long weathered skin (2x)
Long, long, long before the dawn (2x)
I get a long, long long weathered skin
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LONG WEATHERED SKIN (2)
Lyrics: J. Konings
Music: Franklin (F. Konings)
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Don’t like those skins
So clean and smooth
Missing scars and prints
That tell old tales
of crazy times
From quite nearby
or far off towns
From a long last youth
and all those years
Between
The lies and truths
Don’t like those skins
So clean and smooth
Missing scars and prints
That tell old tales
of crazy times
From quite nearby
or far off towns
Any day or night
I got scars inside
My long
Long weathered skin
Long, long long before
the dawn will come
I get a long-weathered skin
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