Zeven lange jaren
Hielp ze geld verbrassen
Nu neem ik haar uit
en wil ze me verpatsen.

Die vrouw laat me zuipen
Zie hoe ver weg ik ben
Geef me één, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes,
flessen dram. 

Die vrouw laat me zuipen
Vroeger hadden we zo'n plezier
Nu jagen shrinks en yogamatten
mij steeds naar het bier. 

Die vrouw laat me zuipen
Zie hoe ver weg ik ben. 
Geef me één, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes,
flessen dram. 

Ze zei dat ze van me hield
Dat ik de enige was
Kijk hoe ze me behandelt
Als een stuk vuile was. 

Die vrouw laat me zuipen
Zie hoe ver weg ik ben. 
Geef me één, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes,
flessen dram. 

Die vrouw laat me zuipen
Zie hoe ver weg ik ben. 
Geef me één, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes,
flessen dram. 

Flessen dram!
Flessen dram!
Flessen dram!
Flessen dram!

Die vrouw laat me zuipen -

I wrote this song for the hearts that can feel every thrill of closeness, yet still yearn for the wide, wind-tossed horizon. For the souls who believe in that brief, electric meeting of wings — the sting that sets you free, instead of binding you down.

Think of a bumblebee, drifting through a garden of forget-me-nots. It stops, it tastes, it leaves — its gift is freedom, not a cage.

And so tonight, let us bless the courage to drift, to keep the wind as our witness, and to let no circle, no golden ring, close around us.
lyrics
Please, please please
let me believe in your heresy,
I don’t want you to marry me.
Let something set us adrift.

Please, please, please—
let’s spare poor Cupid’s arrow
the plunge into love’s marrow.
So many lovers played that game,
and with their joy they paid the claim
for daring such a sacrilege.

Bumblebee, old bumblebee,
looping through forget-me-nots—
sting a heart, then set it free,
buzz away—we’ll tie no knots.
Bumblebee, old bumblebee,
looping through forget-me-nots—
sting a heart, then set it free,
buzz away—we’ll tie no knots.

In the honey-lit stanza of our flight
we muffle time’s funereal chimes;
take me for the vagrant sun—
take me for a wind that cries

for swaggering chrysanthemums
strutting through brazen noon,
for barefoot, tipsy daisies
waltzing on dawn-drunk dew,
for every rogue wildflower
the free wind dares to fling—
anything but the cold,
(cold cold)
tight circle of a ring.

Bumblebee, old bumblebee,
looping through forget-me-nots—
sting a heart, then set it free,
buzz away—we’ll tie no knots.
Bumblebee, old bumblebee,
looping through forget-me-nots—
sting a heart, then set it free,
buzz away—we’ll tie no knots.

Wide-eyed dandelions
loose their feathered ghosts;
our swelling dream still hums,
unhoused, without a host.
We are free, free, free.
Old bumblebees.

Bumblebee

Mijn plafonlamp is een flikker,
maar wat flikkert blijft bestaan. 

Mijn plafondlamp is een flikker

Yes. Its a tribute to the New Bomb Turks. 

Feel it!

Meine Nabber (the Bjordal Mix)

Just hearts that fade

The new punkrock sensation 'The Sahara Postcards' with a brand new rogue nugget. 


Fokking fogget u

Don't last too long

Nosferatu

Mina, mina, mina
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. 

Mina, mina, minaaaaa
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. (get freshhh)

Tick‑tick, dash‑dash.
Stars sip sparky and mina crash.
Tick-tack, Tick- tock and lash.
The ratta is a nake take me-a wash fresh. 

Mina Mina Mina them sea dem a hush,
the moon is feeding on your breath. 
Ink from a nipple and na de go tipple
like the names cut dark ina mesh. 

Mina, mina, mina
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. 

Mina, mina, minaaaaa
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. (get freshhh)

Tick‑tick, dash‑dash.
Stars sip sparky and mina crash.
Tick-tack, Tick- tock and lash.
The ratta is a nake take me-a wash fresh. 

No candle candles my candy
No mina minies my man. 
No pendle swings at the shandy.
Get out Mina while u can. 

Mina, mina, mina
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. 

Mina, mina, minaaaaa
don’t you do no parker
for the barkers. (get freshhh)

Tick‑tick, dash‑dash.
Stars sip sparky and mina crash.
Tick-tack, Tick- tock and lash.
The ratta is a nake take me-a wash fresh. 

Lyrics by Martijn Benders

Mina, don't you do no parker

Baby your love grotto real

Keep the children away
from the terror of the news today
Get rid of the television
let them play with trees, have vision

What is wrong with people nowadays?
If Orwell was alive. he'd say
Look a boot is stompin a face,
is that all we can do as a human race?

Does my heart have the right
to defend itself?
Against the cold propaganda
of your hell. 
Do my ears have the right
to defend themselves?
Beyond the lies.
Beyond the world of lies. 

In the quiet of the night I hear
the whispered fears of those held dear
Turn off the screens, close the doors
let the mind wander, let the spirit soar
Have compassion.
Let's spend it in this world, so heavy handed. 

Does my heart have the right
to defend itself?
Against the cold propaganda
of your hell. 
Do my ears have the right
to defend themselves?
Beyond the lies.
Beyond the world of lies. 

Keep the children away
from the terror of the news today, ohooo.


Does my heart have the right to defend itself?


Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/0pbOK586jgFWiLk0U4ujGG?si=8Amb-TUVQm6K2B83wAXHnA


Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn,
Schienen brennen, rasen ohne Plan,
Knirschen, blitzen, ohne Bahn,
Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn.

Rauch und Feuer, ein donnernder Pfad,
Herz schlägt wild, es geht bergab,
Heulen, pfeifen, alles schreit,
Doch Liebe bleibt das Höllenleid.

Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn,
Räder drehen, ohne Halt fortan,
Rütteln, brechen, Flammen nah’n,
Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn.

Eisen kracht, ein Atem aus Stahl,
Frei und doch gebunden, eine Qual,
Zwischen Funken tanzt das Ziel,
Ein Kuss auf Gleisen, heiß und kühl.

Züge jagen ohne Ruh’,
Ein Kampf der Herzen, ohne Schuh,

Züge jagen ohne Ruh’,
Ein Kampf der Herzen, ohne Schuh,
Schatten, Licht, es blinkt vorbei,
Doch Liebe bleibt, ein Schrei, ein Schrei.

Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn,
Durch die Nacht, ein Höllenorgan,
Knirschen, blitzen, ohne Bahn,
Liebe ist ’ne Höllenhelle Eisenbahn.

Hollenhelle Eisenbahn

Einsame Liebenden

Verschwende Deine Jugend

Run Eye Over

Rutututu Bim Chang Me Noot!

The Sound of Wonty Love

Duckie drift pon deep blue wata,
duckie drift, no change di way.
Find a likkle rock fi bredda,
find a likkle nest fi stay.

Lay six gold an one a iron,
lay dem warm in Jah Jah sun.
Sun an moon inside dem lyin’,
wait fi break an world fi run.

Fuss egg bruk — di sun start blazin’,
next egg bruk — di moonlight show.
Third egg bruk — di star dem raisin’,
fourth egg bruk — di cloud dem grow.
Fifth egg bruk — di breeze start singin’,
sixth egg bruk — di rain come down.
Seventh bruk — di thunder ringin’,
lightnin’ flash ‘cross sky an town.

Jah Jah mek di sea an sky now,
Jah Jah mek di storm an calm.
Duckie fly an spread she wing now,
leave di earth in Jah Jah palm.

Duckie drift pon 
Duckie drift pon 
deep
deep
deep
waters....

[bridge]
Jah Jah mek di sea an sky now,
Jah Jah mek di storm an calm.
Duckie fly an spread she wing now,
leave di earth in Jah Jah palm.

Duckie drift

He’s a murdera, furra, turr-ah,
Gaza-torcha, steala an’ burna.
Child-hurta, home-turta, curfa,
Bomb-droppa, street-stoppa, murda.

He’s a murdera, furra, turr-ah,
Aid-blocka, truth-locka, turn ya.
Law-breaka, peace-shaka, liar,
War-crima, soul-grima, fire!

Murderah

Bestie wear lyrie

Lag ja gale se Phir

Can't loose when u cruise

Waka waka

Dutty bad, dutty bad

What doesn't kill you makes you stranger/
She puts my love through a love manger.

c) 2025 Martijn Benders

Today is final mixes and mastering day.
This is the final mix I made for this track. 

What doesn't kill you makes you stranger

Epstein pon di island, build a spider-web 
Fi ketch di politician-bwoy dem, fresh out a dem crib 
Dem land pon him jet plane, wid a greedy eye 
Tink seh dem a player, reachin' for di sky

A Fallony to be Free

You bring the rosing

From the upcoming dancehall album of Berry Lee Bey

It's a barny love

Listen more Berry Lee Bey: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7oH5Az3UAcpDv6hA0akOtq?si=yt7XXbF8SZWQFmrIYf_BuQ

You keep mi

Check mi on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7oH5Az3UAcpDv6hA0akOtq

I am small / I’ll give all my little brothers
a golden room—I promise.

More Berry Lee Berry: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7oH5Az3UAcpDv6hA0akOtq?si=BGD519idTjiuzTdK1_PgWQ

I am small

Listen to more Berry Lee Bey on Spotify:
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The Pretletter Brethren

I can't hack it

Kroes den Bock Records: rekindling the fire of the Golden Age of real music. 

Founded by Alaskan-born, Helmond-raised troubadour Kroes den Bock and Dutch poet-producer Martijn Benders, Kroes den Bock Records is an independent label devoted to the honey-warm, story-driven sound that country fans call the “Golden Age” —the 1970s era shaped by song-smiths like Bobby Bare, Don Williams, Jerry Jeff Walker and John Prine 

Working from the Netherlands yet rooted in American tradition, the imprint pairs analogue-leaning production with literary lyrics, capturing performances in the spirit of a front-porch jam. Every release is designed to let the tales breathe: clear vocals up front, unfussy arrangements underneath, and a commitment to authenticity over polish 

The label launches with Kroes’ homesick howl of a debut, The Rascal of Alaska, alongside a run of live-off-the-floor singles that celebrate spontaneity and soul.

Whether you grew up with a transistor radio on your windowsill or discovered country through a cracked phone speaker, Kroes den Bock Records is here to prove that the Golden Age isn’t over—it just found a new home. Saddle up and let the stories play.

Kroes den Bock Records

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