De Nederlandse dichter, schrijver, songwriter en vertaler Pé Hawinkels werd geboren op 29 september 1942 in Heerlen. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Pé Hawinkels op dit blog.
Back (in your love)
when the wind is crawlin’
at my basement floor
and the rats are runnin’ round
tryin’ to get underneath my chamber door
anything I can think of
won’t seem to be enough
when I smell the stench
of your sweatstained sheet
and I see this french chick lickin’ my speed
friends with your daddy & your dog
it won’t seem to be enough
when the snow is wettin’
my old wooden chair
and the crabs are paddin’& runnin’ around
in my pubic hair
anything I can think of
won’t seem to be enough
damn this cruel November
days shift into nights
I wish I could remember
how you drifted from my sight
anything I can think of
won’t seem to be enough
when all my old sollicitors
come around, only have needles for a pay
and all me brand-new visitors
only have spoons to give away
anything, anything
won’t seem to be enough
all my precious pleasures
she took away with all her charms
and all my solitary treasures
made a strainer of my arms
friends with your daddy & your dog
that won’t seem to be enough
when the wind is crawlin’
at my basement floor
and the rats are tryin’
to get underneath my chamber door
anything I can think of
never seems to be enough
(Tekst: Pé Hawinkels, Muziek: Herman Brood)
Pé Hawinkels (29 september 1942 – 16 augustus 1977)
Cover van een Hawinkels bundel
Lees verder “Pé Hawinkels, Hristo Smirnenski, Elizabeth Gaskell, Miguel de Unamuno”