I know how to lose ten more pounds,
And increase your confidence.  
Take a deep breath,
Close your eyes,  
And cut off your entire head.    

When I fall off the world,  
Will you catch me?  
When I fall off the world,   
Will I vanish? 
 
Remain silent,
You’re quite quiet, 
For someone who thinks that much.  

When I fall off the world,  
Will you catch me?  
When I fall off the world,   
Will I vanish? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BxiJf1mVx8
 

Quite Quiet

Save up your dreams for the right moment,   
And then it’s over.  
You say you live day by day.  
Lift up your skirt for the wrong crowd,  
They cheer loud.  
But you don’t like what they see.  
 
Smile to hide,  
But they punch right through your walls.   
You mask your eyes,  
But are you afraid to be seen? 
Or to see for yourself? 
 
You try to compete with the new girls,  
It’s hard work.  
You’re getting older so fast.  
There is no time for new beginnings.   
Just a new sort of taste in your sore lungs.

Smile to hide,  
But they punch right through your walls.   
You mask your eyes,  
But are you afraid to be seen? 
Or to see for yourself? 
 

Stripper

One Night Stand (B-Brave Cover)

A Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham... cover 
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfTaq89ewGE)

Bole Chudiyan (Cover)

Cubicle
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Tfe77OgPKI)

Cubicle

You can tell I am illiterate, but I read your pages loud and clear. 
I can feel your back is folded, busted into fractured pieces. 
I tuck a dog ear in your corners to never forget where we are. 
And when I will re-open, we'll pick up what we left behind. 

And my fingers flip through your worn out pages. I underline the words I find and piece them all together. To finally learn who you truly are. 

My eyes are floating over you. I'm hallucinating, visualising. The tales that you now tell me are wider that the ones I knew before. You, you fold the edges of my pages so when you so re-open we'll pick up what we left behind. 

And your fingers flip through my worn out pages. You underline the words you find and piece them all together. To finally learn who we truly are. 

Who we truly are.




(Photo: By Derbeth - Own work, CC BY 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1445769)

Dog Ear

Tekst door Jelmer van Lenteren

We zijn zomaar ergens, ergens waar het warm is 
en waar het licht naar binnen schijnt. 
Zij draagt de taal als een hoed en wordt er chiquer van. 

Ze praat over de mooiste koetjes en de liefste kalfjes
met een accent dat als een blote jurk om haar lichaam hangt. 
In haar decolleté verdwijnt wat ze niet durft te zeggen. 

Ze zucht een ketting rond haar nek, 
zegt iets intelligents als:
een mooie man is niet vereist, maar strekt tot aanbeveling. 

Dat wat ze zegt verwordt tot wollen sjaal. 

Ze stapt rond in haar verspreking als op hoge, zwarte hakken
op een witte vloer. Ik zie haar schone ondergoed
als ik haar later die avond de mond snoer:

Een setje juiste woorden.

De Juiste Woorden - ft. Jelmer van Lenteren

Picture : Nol Havens

Feel the hairs on your skin rising up. 
Standing up straight and resembling mountains and rooftops. 
And all of the things that supposed to feel calm and at ease. 
Overflowing, the sea of your thoughts.

I can't see any further. 
Any further than this. 
And I can't go any further. 
Any further than this. 

Biting my fingertips, craving the silence. 
Adrenaline finding its way to my brain in a haze. 
Nothing is ever the same, it's all blown out of contex. 
The sea of my thoughts. 

I can't see any further. 
Any further than this. 
And I can't go any further. 
Any further than this. 

It is never okay, not to be okay. 
It it's not ever okay.
It is never okay, not to be okay. 
It it's not ever okay.

I can't see any further. 
Any further than here.

Further

If you want a revolution go and start one, 
If you want to help the orphans go adopt one. 
If you're xenophobic go and help a refugee, 
Everyone can make a change, at least in some degree. 
You say a like equals a prayer, does it really?
What kind of fucked up word do we live in?
Where 45 million slaves are still working
On assets to make young girls feel less ugly. 

You and I don't know what else to do apart from
Joke and complain about it, 
And swim against the current. 
I don't see another way. 
I guess we're just some strangers with opinions. 

No consent means it's no sex but does it really?
What if she never said no and she is sleeping. 
And you paid for all her drinks and for the movie.
She put on a daring dress, what was she thinking?
If she was awake she would like it the same way as you
So you'll do no harm. 
She was the one to provoke you. 
What did she think you were gonna do?

You and I don't know what else to do apart from
Joke and complain about it, 
And swim against the current. 
I don't see another way. 
I guess we're just some strangers with opinions. 

If you want a revolution go and start one.

REVOLUTION

(NU ACTIEF ONDER ARTIESTENNAAM MYKALA) Robin Haijes (Zoetermeer, 1996) windt met diens zelfgeschreven liedjes menig luisteraar om hun vingers. Vingers die het inmiddels gewend zijn een steady, al dan niet zeer rocky sound uit een gitaar te krijgen. Robin heeft een stem waarmee die erin slaagt uit te halen naar zowel de lage als hoge tonen, die rauw is, maar even zo makkelijk zuiver klinkt. Robin is overduidelijk bloedserieus en heeft een zeer helder doel voor ogen. Robin studeerde in 2017 af aan de Rockacademie in Tilburg, treedt zoveel mogelijk op en heeft een groeiend aantal prijzen op diens naam staan. Diens eerste EP ‘A Lion Awakes’ bevat rustige nummers met veel akoestische instrumenten. Met hun album 7½/10 sloeg die het zeil om, en experimenteerde die met elektronische invloeden in een pop jasje. In welke stijl dan ook, al artiest zal Robin je verwonderen.

Robin Haijes

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