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Hier zing ik 'Toen Ik Je Zag' van Antonie Kamerling

Mike - Toen Ik Je Zag

Het nummer 'Everything' van Michael Buble door mij ingezongen.

Mike - Everything

Hier zing ik het nummer 'Home' van Michael Buble!

Mike - Home

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

Mike - Who Says (John Mayer)

Who ruffles feathers and gets excited when the dark clouds gather rain?

Who is he that plays the flute when the skies swell and threaten to burst? If you will, whoever you are, always remember that vanity is futile
So go take a hike

Sailing out in the stormy seas, there are only a few that brave the elements

But who joins the lowly fisherman to cast his net? And who joins me when reeds are chopped to build a nest? Who gets to share the nectar filled up in a bamboo shoot? When grains are ready, swaying in the fields, who would be my sickle to harvest it? 

Come along

Let’s watch tribals dance, let’s join in their rhythm and song

Bravely walk across to a place where wild beasts roam to watch a kingfisher perched on the horns of an antelope

Come hike the jungle-path

Let’s build a tree house hidden from the world and sing and dance behind creeper curtains…`


Nada Nada

Sometimes one relates to happiness in brief illusory moments but the search for bliss is never ending…

The twinkling stars flicker ~ little oil lamps in the sky that I see from the ground below. The blue-gray sky, the wind, it speaks to me again and all seems clear
I trudge across hills hoping to reach someplace
I look back only to realise that I am back to where I began

Like a beach looking for a wave
My search has taken me across oceans deep and wide
The night has fallen and the tide has risen
Now the seashore is enveloped in a warm embrace

Waves crash the shore like pounding arteries in my head
It’s daybreak again and along with sunrise comes a renewed hope that all is within reach…

The slippery fish can be caught
The elusive dear can be trapped
The repositories of ancient trees can be traversed
And the oceans can be crossed

Across hills and vales the horizon is but only a mirage begging to make sense…


Ettam Pattu

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Grtzz, Mike

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