What If...
Words: Marco Roelofs
What if , what if, what if
I stepped into our van that morning
What if, what if, what if
I didn’t catch that phone call coming in
Same place five seconds later
Someone else same time
Same day five seconds later
Just a guy like me
What if, what if, what if,
We changed our seats and I was driving
What if, what if, what if,
We changed our seats but kept our timing
Same place, five seconds later
Someone else, same time
Same day, five seconds later
Just a guy like me
Fate struck without a warning
Life turned black that sunday morning
What if, what if, what if,
He’d chosen to take another road
What if, what if, what if,
You could turn back time just once?
My Funeral
Words: Marco Roelofs
Welcome to my funeral!
Raise your hand if you wish I was dead!
‘cause what folks really mean is mostly left unsaid
Raise your hand, come on
Raise, raise, raise your hand
Raise your hand if you all want me dead
What will be said, what will be said as soon I am dead?
Will no one give a shit, will no one give a shit, or will the whole town go mad?
Will they dance on the tables like it’s the best day they ever had?
Or will they say “he was a nice guy, just got in over his head”
Welcome to my funeral
Good to see you all
Welcome to my funeral
Raise your hand if you wish I was dead!
‘cause what folks really mean is mostly left unsaid
Raise your hand, come on
Raise, raise, raise your hand
Raise your hand if you all want me dead
What will be said, what will be said as soon as I am dead?
Will they chop me into parts, feed me to the pigs and be very very glad?
Will they dance on my gravestone like it’s the best day they ever had
Will they cry but spell my name wrong in my obituary, hey!
What will be said, what will be said as soon as I am dead?
Will they call ABC, will they call CNN or the president out of bed?
Will they piss on my grave and tell the world I was a knucklehead?
Will my ghost be on the radio, singing all my great songs instead?
Bye and thank you all
For the flowers and the calls
For being at my funeral
Bye, bye you all, hope you had some fun, some fun at my funeral
Bye, bye you all, on this rainy day in fall, bye bye you all…
Lekker Belangrijk
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Een nieuwe dag, ik krab wat aan m’n zak
De krant meldt; onthoofding in Irak
Een groep pedofielen vraagt om meer begrip
In jezelf snijden is superhip
Pfffffff…………
T is bijna middag, is er iets op de buis
oma gewurgd in het bejaardentehuis
Een kind gestikt in hagelslag
Man verkracht een schaap op klaarlichte dag
Lekker belangrijk, lekker belangrijk
Tis een saaie suffe dag vandaag
Een dooie doffe dag vandaag
Alwéér niks nieuws, alweer niks nieuws gebeurt vandaag
De avond valt, ik rij wat in ’t rond
Iemand trapt het leven uit z’n hond
Twee jochies slaan een clown verrot
Een junk ligt op straat en zet ‘n shot
Lekker belangrijk, Lekker belangrijk
Ik kom thuis, ik surf wat op het net
Die onthoofding is eindelijk online gezet
Lekker belangrijk, lekker belangrijk
T is een saaie suffe dag vandaag
Een dooie doffe dag vandaag
Alwéér niks nieuws, alweer niks nieuws gebeurt vandaag
T is een saaie suffe dag vandaag
Een lauwe lamme dag
Lekker belangrijk, lekker belangrijk
T is een saaie suffe dag vandaag
Een kale klote dag vandaag
Alwéér niks nieuws gebeurt vandaag
Lekker belangrijk, lekker belangrijk
Homesick for a Place that Does not Exist
Words: Marco Roelofs
It feels so good it’s so intense
I wish that this would never end
Eternity starts here and now
I wanna hold it but I don’t know how
It’s so warm, I know it heals
All the joy which it reveals
Eternity starts here and now
I wanna hold it but I don’t know
I’ll keep my peace, so be at ease
It feels so great, it breaks away
From scars and insecure barriers
I wish I could stay here
To keep this peace, to be at ease
I’m homesick for a place
That does not exist
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
And on the day I don’t wake up
I wish that I was there
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
Bright colours for soul salvation
The real thing wins over masturbation
Sweet sounds whispering soft
I’ll keep this peace, I’ll be at ease
I’m homesick for a place
That does not exist
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
And on the day I don’t wake up
I wish that I was there
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
Everytime I try, I die a little
Everytime I cry, I die a little
Everytime I say goodbye, I die a little
I’ll keep this peace, I’ll be at ease
I’m homesick for a place
That does not exist
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
And on the day I don’t wake up
I wish that I was there
I’m breaking down, I’m breaking down
Buckle Up
Words: Marco Roelofs
Buckle up to take the ride of life
Hold on tight to see what I’ve
It might get rough, it might get dirty
Speed goes up, twohunderdthirty
Buckle up you might need some help
The lessons of life are things to develop
There might be joy, there sure is sorrow
Gain strength today to face tomorrow
Buckle up make sure it’s locked
The road is long, it could be blocked
Brakes don’t work always in time
Drive by a roadmap you can’t divine
Buckle up you might need some help
The lessons of life are things to develop
There might be joy, there sure is sorrow
Gain strength today to face tomorrow
I don't Wanna Wake Up
Words: Marco Roelofs
I don’t wanna wake up
All day long
I don’t wanna wake up
You know those days….when it doesn’t matter what you do
It still feels like you’re trapped in a room without a view
You’re outta luck, lame, dumb and sick
All you have to carry, it’s just too big
The burden of the world, it’s on your shoulders
I don’t wanna wake up
All day long
I don’t wanna wake up
You know those days…when your heart just skips a beat
One step forward, two steps back but you don’t know what it needs
You feel bad, burned, hit and kicked
You’re in a warzone that you can’t predict
The misery of the world, it’s on your shoulders
I don’t wanna wake up
All day long
I don’t wanna wake up
You know those days.. you feel down and out
You know those days.. you can live without
Expectations you cannot live up to
Here’s what I do
I don’t wanna wake up
All day long
I don’t wanna wake up
I will skip this day right now
Ik zie je Later ...
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Ik had ‘t niet verwacht, nog nooit aan gedacht
Maar als ’t nu echt moet dan is dit mijn laatste groet
Ik krijg ’t niet uitgelegd, teveel nog niet gezegd
Bij iedere deur die opengaat, hoop ik steeds weer dat jij er staat
‘K zie je later
‘K zie je later
Ooit ergens zomaar tussen nu en nergens
‘K zie je later
Dat geloof ik vast
Ooit ergens, zomaar tussen nu en nergens
’T is alweer zomer maar toch verga ik van de kou
In mijn hoofd blijft ’t steeds winter, lijkt alles triest en grauw
Verdriet komt nooit gelegen en rouw kent alle talen
Want zelfs de hemel huilt, harde, helse regenstralen
‘K zie je later
‘K zie je later
Ooit ergens zomaar tussen nu en nergens
‘K zie je later
Dat geloof ik vast
Ooit ergens, zomaar tussen nu en nergens
En alle clichés, ze kloppen, ze zijn zo verdomde waar
Al die liedjes over afscheid, dat hele tranenrepertoire
Ik ben te nietig om te snappen waartoe dit circus dient
Of om uit te maken wie welke looptijd heeft verdiend
Maar één keer terug in de tijd, heel even, daarvoor zou ik alles geven
Tijd heelt alle wonden maar er kan zoveel pijn in één seconde
Zoveel pijn in één seconde
‘K zie je later
‘K zie je later
Ooit ergens zomaar tussen nu en nergens
‘K zie je later
Dat geloof ik vast
Ooit ergens, zomaar tussen nu en nergens
Dan zullen alle vragen een antwoord krijgen
Dan zullen alle vragen een antwoord krijgen
All Your Government Does (affects the rest of the world!)
Words: Marco Roelofs
All YOUR government does, affects the rest of the world
They want you lazy
They want you fat
They want you lazy, want you fat and afraid
Wouldn’t it be right if the entire world could vote for the president in the land of the free?
The US rules our world so we all should get a chance to keep that treasure of democracy
But now, just you, only you can change the powers that be
Only you, not me, you can vote for better if you disagree
What the United States demands
The rest of the world has to understand
What your government decides
It can start a new war or finish old fights
Your vote reaches out world-wide
I am not a US-citizen, I have no right to vote, I can only sing this song
About the way your choice affects my world and why to me that feels wrong
For you, for me, maybe you can change the powers that be
For you, for me, for those who are too blind to see
What the United States demands
The rest of the world has to understand
What your government decides
It can start a new war or finish old fights
Your vote reaches out world-wide
All YOUR government does, affects the rest of the world
Forgotten Continent
Words: Marco Roelofs
Way back in time the white men came and brought them pain
In a war for territory, the natives fought in vain
invasion by the so called civilized who brought nothing but disgrace
The soil of our human race, is now the
Forgotten continent
Robbed, raped and spit out
Forgotten continent
Africa, we sold her out
Way back in time we took their men and made ‘m slaves
Ripped their families apart, took their traditions to their grave
Without respect my forefathers took for their own need
Sucked out their dignity and let ‘m bleed
Forgotten continent
Robbed, raped and spit out
Forgotten continent
Africa, we sold her out
Now back in school our history books they cover up and fail
About these crimes done by the ones to which we hail
And still, now today, we benefit from unfair trade
The consequence of blind silence, we make good cheer with aid
Forgotten continent
Robbed, raped and spit out
Forgotten continent
Africa, we sold her out
Ik ben Niet Bang
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Ik sta strak, vertrek geen spier
Zet mijn statement op papier
In rust neem ik m’n boodschap op
Daarna zet ik mijn camera stop
Bind m’n spullen op m’n rug
Er is nu geen weg meer terug.. maar
Ik ben niet bang
Ik zoek nooit naar de nooduitgang
Ik doe wat ik moet doen
Ik ben niet bang
Ik ga naar ’t paradijs
Geen weg terug, enkele reis
Ik loop, mijn hart, ’t bonkt
Ik voel dat bevrijding lonkt
De zon, zo fel, ze brandt
’T zweet loopt langzaam in m’n hand
De bus, ze stopt, op tijd
De lijn die naar ’t centrum rijdt
Links voor, plek vrij, ik zit
Dit is mijn laatste rit.. maar
Refrein
Ik ren, ik vraag beleefd
Of de vlucht vertraging heeft
Ik zie ’n kind, ’n man, ’n vrouw
Ik neem de rij in ogenschouw
De baliedame zegt: u vliegt
Rechtstreeks naar Mazar e Sharig
Ik knik, ze zegt, ’n fijne reis
En scheurt m’n laatste plaatsbewijs
Refrein
Helse knal, de geur van dood
Ramen stuk, de straat kleurt rood
Ik heb gedaan wat ik moest doen
Maandagmorgen, hoogseizoen
Mijn statement staat in elke krant
Maar ik ben in mijn heilig land
Embrace & Destroy
Words: Marco Roelofs
I have to say this is a nasty way to check out
I know things can be tough when you see no way out
And I want to catch you but it seems like my hands are tied
Embrace your future
Destroy your past
If that’s what it takes to get up, stand fast
I hope you stay but I can only pray you hold on
Focus for a moment on all the loved ones you’ll walk out on
And I want to give advice but you know more than I can teach
Embrace your future
Destroy your past
If that’s what it takes to get up, stand fast
You don’t need to tell me, what life has done to you
You don’t need to tell me, ‘cause I can see right through
Embrace your future
Destroy your past
If that’s what it takes to get up, stand fast
Any Drug Will Do
Words: Marco Roelofs
Hurt, pain, wanna cry, no sound, self-hate
Cut deep, suffering, agony, razor blade
Dark, black, makes me wanna die,
I need things life cannot supply
Hell, rain, killing me, get drowned, misery
Knock out, getting up, falling down, malady
Love, hate, they’re all related
A messed up kid’s what you’ve created
Don’t know where, don’t know where this leads to
Any drug will do
To take the pain away
Any drug will do
Just for a minute or two
To sedate my fevered head
Find a joy that I once knew
I don’t know where all this leads to
Laugh, loud, wanna puke, take it off, get laid,
Push up, bite girl, no luck, masturbate
Bad, dreams, I see tits and toys
My head is stuffed with constant noise
Dirt, smell, handcuffed, get spanked, wanna beat
Eat shit, be slave, wanna kiss bare feet
Sick, sad, can’t think straight
Demons from a former life retaliate
Gonna, gonna get me up
Gonna, gonna pull me through
I don’t know where, don’t know where this leads to
Any drug will do (3x)
To take the pain away
Any drug will do (3x)
Just for a minute or two
To sedate my fevered head
To find a joy that I once knew
I don’t know where all this leads to
Wanna, wanna wipe away this sorrow
Living, living, like there’s no tomorrow
There’s no tomorrow in today
Gonna, gonna, speed it up, now hurry
Wanna, wanna, live without a worry
There’s no tomorrow in today
Primeur! Terreur!
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Verdoof het volk en voer ze angst
Want onbekend maakt ze ‘t bangst
Beloof dat je ten strijde trekt
En alle kwade geesten nekt
Een vijand houdt de massa stil
Dan doen ze alles wat je wil
Verban daarna ’t vrije woord
Dat kan nu snel en ongestoord
En voer de media op tijd een stukje
Terreur! Terreur!
Wie niet meevecht is deserteur
Terreur! Terreur!
En steun de strijd, beken je kleur
Primeur! Primeur!
Pas op, ‘t gevaar staat aan je deur
Primeur! Primeur!
Blinde paniek en willekeur
Verstrooi het volk en voer ze vet
Dat scheelt in vragen en verzet
Beloof dat je hen helpen zal
Dus duldt kritiek in geen geval
Bestel veel wapens en geschut
Want nu ziet iedereen het nut
En jaag op elk verdacht persoon
Liefst met een baard en allochtoon
Stuur het volk, verdeel en heers
Ook al zijn sommigen hardleers
Hou recht die rug, je bent de baas
Géén makker staakt dit wild geraas
En roep op tijd een keer ‘gevaar!’
Zo blijft de massa handelbaar
De weg is vrij, drijf door je zin
Want het gepeupel stinkt erin
En voer de media op tijd een stukje
Terreur! Terreur!
Wie niet meevecht is deserteur
Terreur! Terreur!
En steun de strijd, beken je kleur
Primeur! Primeur!
Pas op, ‘t gevaar staat aan je deur
Primeur! Primeur!
Blinde paniek en willekeur
Cash is King
Words: Marco Roelofs
Whatever I want, I’m gonna, gonna get it
Money and fame, I wanna wanna have it
I’ll jump higher than you want me to
My ambition has no taboo
Whatever I want, I’m gonna, gonna grab it
Fair play, what play? I never, never said it
Integrity is just a weird word to me
Annoying like this song, you see?
Cash is king, green means bling bling
Cash is God, we trust in, a lot
All that you love, I wanna wanna have it
If you’re in my way, for sure you will regret it
Forgiveness does not cross my mind
No need to be kind
I aim for gold, will not get stuck in the gutter
I don’t share ‘cause I’m no beggar’s butler
Cash is king
Green means bling bling
Cash is God
We trust in
Sell your soul, tell me what’s your price
Everyone’s for sale
Sell your soul, tell me what’s your price
Everyone’s for sale, it’s a small sacrifice
Greed is not a sin, it’s a new way of life
Give me green, give me green
Give me green, give me more..
Cash is king
Cash is God
And we are the true believers
Shout Out For Freedom (song for Tibet)
Words: Marco Roelofs
This one’s for Tibet, the rooftop of the world
It became the homeland of the banned
A nation punished for no sin
Forced to live under a cruel command
But they hold their heads up high
Struggle in a non-violent way
But the scream fades to a whisper
if we don’t act today
Shout out for freedom
Shout out for freedom
Shout out for freedom
Shout out for freedom
Shout out, Scream loud, shout out, scream loud!
Why should you care about far away Tibet?
When you haven’t been there at all
‘Cause Buddhist Tibet is the example
Of fighting back with a peaceful call
Instead of blowing up Chinese buildings
They reach out for a conversation
So the world should not ignore
this suffering nation
Shout out for freedom
Shout out for freedom
Shout out for freedom
Shout out, scream loud, shout out, scream loud!
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