Friends

Approximately 40 years ago we started with some friends a close friendship in my brother´s old barn. In this barn we created a discotheque, played some music, drank some beer, invited some other people and soon we discovered that this barn was too small. Then we built a new ´house´, which was possible since some of our friends worked in the building-industry. We had a wonderful time and a few years ago I decided to write some poems, which may be suited for music purpose. Until now I wrote some text for three songs, but actually I have more than twenty subjects to write songs for. See below the songs.

Genesis

Once on a Friday
schoolmates arrived at our farmyard.
From their homes away,
freed from parents’ guard.
Talks and laughs during a long stay
ending in a friendship to start.

Not limited to that only day,
they came and went
as they like and anyway
still someone was present
to welcome a member who may
come to this ‘friends event’.

Friendship became closer in a way
confirmed by drinking a few beer.
For the most already enough to see grey
and for somebody sneaky to disappear.
These meetings never ended in a fray
And so a club was founded to be near.


Purple Haze

A club house stood already there.
Brothers’ barn changed into a discotheque.
Our friendship got a name to bear
’Purple Haze’ was born, really it’s not a fake.

Come on people, come to ‘Purple Haze’.
This new home was also created for you.
Come on in, don’t stay to amaze.
Hear some music and drink a beer or two.


Big City Trip

As a sixteen-year-old boy I went with friends
to the big city, cos we came from the countryside.
Never traveled by train we waited at the station
and as the train came in, we cried.

Approaching the local train carefully,
while opening the door automatically,
we walked inside surprisingly
and broaching the compartments’ door manually.

Early in the evening we arrived in the capital.
Strolling through the streets, we soon were bushed
and decided to drink a few beer in a pub,
where our tiredness surely would be crushed.

The beer changed our mood into happiness
that in turn evolved into audacity.
A visit was paid to the quarter of whores,
but pimps threatened away our curiosity.

From recklessness a road sign was taken along,
‘not parking’ was dragged into the train.
The conductor, of course, noticed this hugh sign
and stolen property was anchored in his brain.

He phoned the police, leaving us in doubt.
In anger he came back and raised to hell:
“Next station is the end of your trip,
police will be present there to bring you to cell”.

Scared to death we stopped at the station,
leaving the train with the sign solidly in our hands.
Left, right, nothing to see, crossing the rails rapidly
remaining the cobs without giving the ghost of a chance.

Glad that this adventure was ended well
we arrived exhausted in our ‘Purple haze”.
For years this sign stood close to our pub
each time reminding us of this unusual case.

June 2002