Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Home Town

Nu damme were kjirn meugen me nateurluk wok nog efkes un troantje wegpinkn... mErci Dzjoe Dzjeksun....

Of all the stupid things I could have thought
This was the worst
I started to believe
That I was born at seventeen
And all the stupid things
The letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
They'd always been

And now I plough through piles
Of bills, receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the Daily News
And sometimes I just . . .
Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

We think we're pretty smart
Us city slickers get around
And when the going's rough
We kill the pain and relocate
We're never married
Never faithful not to any town
But we never leave the past behind
We just accumulate

So sometimes when the music stops

I seem to hear a distant sound
Of waves and seagulls
Football crowds and church bells
And I . . .
Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there
Back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

Posted by Bietje at Wednesday, February 23, 2005 | | Comments

Bekspoelingen

Kih vriddag nonne kjir gan snoekern me Fanne vant werk. Me zin nar Ken Doherties bwutte in Ranelagh gewist. Nu, je wos dor nie wih, jat pertanks ol nen tap gat in de masters... Ja jongens, serieus mien tantjes gekust. Drie-jin tegen min wufd. Nie slicht begun, mor vanaf den twjidde freem ginnen bol mjir gepot. En zeggen dattiene mins verzekers nog niet den elft gesnoekerd it van ik. Tes tit damme were un bitje train. Me zin ton den dag dernoa na Behgieje gewist voe na Lennik-Parkie te kiekn. In acht jor dak goa gan kiekn ik ze nog nwuit oezwuh zien ofgoan. ’t Wos un rampe up wieln. Gin resepsie, gin pasn, gin blok, ginnen anvol. Ton blufter niefele mir over, e. En winder mor leven odn met oes koebeln. Bille zin an bloedn were van mettie simboalen te slon. Ol gin avanse. Vanoavend terugmatch. Ze zoen beter undernen oasem spoarn voer de reste van de kompetisie. Zundag wost ton finale van de snoeker. Ronnie Osullivun teegn Dsjon Higgins. Tiene-drie! ’t Stong ginne noame up Ronnie. Je wos weireld. Niet an te doen, super uttenoak. Higgins it van gjil den tit gin kloar gezien. Twjih olve seefties en twos gedon. Osullivun pottuguh an achtneegntug persent zij Dennis Teelur en Dsjon Vurgoo. Ze gon nu de reste van tsuzoen niemjir speeln en geweun ol de bookols an Ronnie geven vanjistekjir... Allih, totton e.

Posted by Bietje at Wednesday, February 23, 2005 | | Comments

Friday, February 18, 2005

Kik mor nat veugelke!

Tes beslist. De zoaterdag vuv februaorie goak met Goela en Vandamme nar de brune stede. In ’t Sted ester un tentwunstellinge van Anton Corbijn (klikt up diene link ierneffest e), diene langen Ollander wor dak mienen teezis over gemakt ep. Diene mins verdient zin geld met fotoos te trekn van olle selibreties daj mor keun peizn: van Frank Sienaatra en Lens Armstrong toet Keet Mos en Loetsiejano Pavarottie. Un por van zin vroegere pertretn zin bekend: Elvies Costello die met zin gietare en zinne versterker up un bedde in Amsterdam ligt, Deeviet Bowie in ne pamper achter dattie den Elefent Men gespeeld it, Stielei Den die in de resepsie van een otil stoan te lanterfantn en Maails Deevies die zin an vwurn zinne kop oet, zodoanug gaj oljinne zien wugn ziet (Tes benouwluk: ne grwutte zwarte neger met wurn lik talwurn en wugn de grwutte van ne vust). In de joaren tachntug estie (Corbijn e) ton begun werkn met Joetoe en Diepisj Moot. Voer Diepisj ittie biekan dertig vidiejoos gemakt en zelfs under podiejum in mekoar getemmert. En vor Joetoe ittie den klip van Wan gemakt, worrin dasse ollemolle in vromins verklit zin. Voe mor te zeggen: tes un vrjit vintje. Kben deur Goela en Vandamme ol angesteld toet gits, want ze peizn nateurlik dakkik zinnuge klap goa keun verteln over ol die portretn. Tsss, zuste lik dakkik da ollemolle nog weete. ‘k Ben vuf jor geleen nar een tentwunstellinge van em in Groning gewist (zes eurn up den tring, gedomme) en kih dor drie doagen mwurteldronke rondgetsjoolt. Kweete oljinne dattie somstekjirn int zwart-wit, nelf van tit int brunachtug en nu en ton ne kjir in kleur trekt. Voer de reste goan ze minne kop meugn stille loaten of ze keun nen bok up under mulle krign. Ertefretters!

Posted by Bietje at Friday, February 18, 2005 | | Comments

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Klowser

Uug zit up zinne saait te memn dattie nar Den Aviejeetor es gewist en dat ne strontfilm wos. Ge moet moa weeten, zeggukik. Ne film met Die Capriejoo. 't Zal u ljirn. Diene pipo it minnen twintugste verjoardag verrenueerd: elvendertig Oscaars voe diene film van dien bwut die zonk... Me wistnt verdomme ol tachntug jor oe dat gink endugun...
Ik ben gistern na Klowser gan kiekn. Ne film over een partoeze met Zulja Robburts en Natalie Portman in dwuftrolle. (Aloewel dak mie kanne imbeeln da Uug dor nie ligt up te wachtn...) Tes lange dak mie nog oezwu gamuseerd ih in de sienema (en kih pertanks mien an boven toafel hoetn). Gif toe: Zulja die vulle klap utslot, me zien da wok nie olle doagen. En oes Natalietje met eur or rwut gevarvut die widbjinde vwurn Keunink Artuur zit sjow te geevn... En de vertellinge zat nog goe immekor wok. Wuk moe ne mins mjir in?
't Sovens ik na nen Deeveedee gekeekn van dien Ier wor dak bie weune: "Frow momma from den treen". Ge wit wel: met Billie Kriestal en Dannie de Vietoo. Weetje wien datter dor gedomme wok in meedoet? Branford Marsalies! Twos ton wel nog een serieuze snotneuze, mor ge ziet: ne mins moet untworstn begun. Tgoa nog ollemolle goe kom me mie!

Posted by Bietje at Sunday, February 13, 2005 | | Comments

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Me zin dor wijje

Tes gedon met ier gjille doagen in Tingels te broebelen, witjet. Voe die drie Iern die da boelke ier nog lezen. En angezien damme bin vjirtn doagn tog werekjirn est tit damme oes westvlams were ut de kasse oln. Kih zuste nog nen goenovnd gan zegn an Boonoo en kgo nog ne kjir na Eddie Rokits gan eetn vanoene wok. Noste weke zoaterdag lan me te neegnen in Sjarlerwa en kih ol Loote upgetrommeld voer achter mie te kom. Tsovens gomme met den ottobus na Lennik, die gastjes vor den twidde kjir in vjirtn doagen up under plekke zetn. Tefeite gok nonnekjir na de cinema gon, tzal ier wok wel de latste kjir zin.
Enfin, de zesntwintugstun zimme were, dus tgoa were olle vridoage saflette zin, nu en ton nen Ertesjaal tegen Loote zinne kinne en olle drie weekn nen brik van fiftug tegen under wurn. En od mor under vrouwn en under dochters in dwugge nateurlik (Grobelny: zoej wiln zegn an Jakie dattie mercie es voeze warm todn, mor dat wel goa goan vanaf nu). En Vande, me kom in Gent weun, dus ge wit wok weerol oe loate dat es, e. Toet toen e, mannekes!

Posted by Bietje at Saturday, February 12, 2005 | | Comments

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Tuesday, bloody Tuesday

I've been kind of quiet lately and those of you who know me will confirm that that's a bit worrying. Off course, I've beamed to the mothership for a couple of days. No internet where I live...

You know the giant phallus that was supposed to squirt me onto the tarmac of Charleroi? A bit of a coitus interruptus, if I may say. He came about two hours late of schedule (which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing sous la couette). Due to technical problems we had to board another phallus, always a bit uncomfortable that first ride, isn't it. Anyway, on the return flight Willy got a bit anxious and we arrived in the fertile uterus of Baile Atha 45 minutes BEFORE schedule. Due to this we preceded the showers coming in from Mayo and we didn't even get properly wet. In de volksmond: a quicky!

Anyway, on Tuesday I discovered something horrible. I've been cranky for a couple of days, I eat anything I can get my hands on and I'm very, very emotional (just ask the players of Par-ky Menen after they butchered the Lennik Losers on Saturday). To top this off I've been bleeding for three days now. The only logical conclusion that can be drawn: I am a woman! That would actually explain my B-cup... I'm going to Suffragette city! Be ware, Bietje is coming! (Home, that is)...

Posted by Bietje at Thursday, February 10, 2005 | | Comments

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