Ik wil je bedanken voor jou mooie nummer Luna. Mijn dochter (Luna) is overleden en ik heb hier echt, heel veel aan gehad. Zowieso hou, ik, van jou, gedichten. Mooie teksten van een nog mooier mens Dank je wel ernst
Ik vraag me al jaren af of Ernst zijn synthesizers heeft bewaard: - Korg Trident - Roland Jupiter 6 en 8 - Yamaha DX 7 Of dat er nog iets van de andere 'toetsenbatterij' over is: - Farfisha orgel - Yamaha CP piano Jakob Klaase nam een jaar of 10 geleden nog een analoge synthesizer mee 'on stage' (Sequential prophet 5) maar zijn oude Oberheim OB(X) heb ik eveneens nooit meer gezien . . .
Here's what the song says. I translated the lyrics as closely as possible I remember that old house A farm in the province of Brabant When us weary travelers from Holland Made our home there As we arrived In the later part of the sixties Just some boys and their guitars Left our childhood homes forever. With the forests surrounding us, we were convinced that we would be the ones who could relieve the dept we owed to the world and each other That our ideal could turn to tide and stop people to fight over power and capital. There were seven of us As we started constructing our rooms Using our sledge hammers To knock the walls out of the barn Oh the winter was cold and brutal But we always kept on going As we used those months To create our own castle of dreams. I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe We played everywhere Everywhere we could Sang until our throats were raw At every party and every festival In those little pieces of paradise on earth we were always richly rewarded by the dancing naked girls And everybody was stoned Make love not war Was what we truly believed in It was the sermon that we preached To everybody willing to listen And we would pull all-nighters Sitting by the bonfire playing songs, telling spooky stories until the dawn came around. I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe It's over World peace proved impossible to achieve Tired of our battles We ended up moving back in our old homes With our feet planted firmly on the ground below us Our castle now abandoned Where the cold wind blows and only cobwebs remain. But now in my final hour I would give everything to have just one moment Find myself once more at the bonfire My friends surrounding me as we sing those songs Tell those stories To live that ideal that you will never lose in the end I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe
Een mooi lied. Prachtig tijd!
erg mooi liedje Ernst Jansz 😍
Het blijft voor altijd mooi, bedankt
Dit is ernst.....
Ik wil je bedanken voor jou mooie nummer Luna.
Mijn dochter (Luna) is overleden en ik heb hier echt, heel veel aan gehad.
Zowieso hou, ik, van jou, gedichten.
Mooie teksten van een nog mooier mens
Dank je wel ernst
Laat het gevoel van die tijd maar snel terugkeren, om lang te mogen blijven. Bedankt Ernst!
Ik ben en blijf een hippie juist in deze tijd
Oh ja….zo kwamen de bandjes ook ons stadje binnen eind jaren zestig. Ik was ook een hippie❤️🥀🌺🌸🌹🌼🍀
Mooie muziek en een mooi verhaal
Mooi nummer... Leuk boek ook, Neerkant, met plezier, flashbacks en nostalgie uitgelezen!
Zo prachtig mooi en waardevol voor dit land
Ik ben een Gen X. Hippies waren onze ouders.
Maar toch ik moet een traantje laten bij het horen van dit nummer.
Ik ben geloof ik ook wel een hippie; mooi man.
vaandeldragers waren het , en zijn het nog steeds . love y all
royB
Het is wel weer eens tijd voor een paar mooien idealen 😐. Mooi beeld E! We zijn er nog steeds hoor die hippies met gitaar hahaha.
Ik vraag me al jaren af of Ernst zijn synthesizers heeft bewaard:
- Korg Trident
- Roland Jupiter 6 en 8
- Yamaha DX 7
Of dat er nog iets van de andere 'toetsenbatterij' over is:
- Farfisha orgel
- Yamaha CP piano
Jakob Klaase nam een jaar of 10 geleden nog een analoge synthesizer
mee 'on stage' (Sequential prophet 5) maar zijn oude Oberheim OB(X) heb
ik eveneens nooit meer gezien . . .
Raakt me diep...
Can anyone send me lyrics for this song? :)
Here's what the song says. I translated the lyrics as closely as possible
I remember that old house
A farm in the province of Brabant
When us weary travelers from Holland
Made our home there
As we arrived
In the later part of the sixties
Just some boys and their guitars
Left our childhood homes forever.
With the forests surrounding us,
we were convinced that we would be the ones
who could relieve the dept we owed
to the world and each other
That our ideal could turn to tide
and stop people to fight over power and capital.
There were seven of us
As we started constructing our rooms
Using our sledge hammers
To knock the walls out of the barn
Oh the winter was cold and brutal
But we always kept on going
As we used those months
To create our own castle of dreams.
I was a Hippie
Which is what I used to be
I was a Hippie
I still am, maybe
We played everywhere
Everywhere we could
Sang until our throats were raw
At every party and every festival
In those little pieces of paradise on earth
we were always richly rewarded
by the dancing naked girls
And everybody was stoned
Make love not war
Was what we truly believed in
It was the sermon that we preached
To everybody willing to listen
And we would pull all-nighters
Sitting by the bonfire
playing songs, telling spooky stories
until the dawn came around.
I was a Hippie
Which is what I used to be
I was a Hippie
I still am, maybe
It's over
World peace proved impossible to achieve
Tired of our battles
We ended up moving back in our old homes
With our feet planted firmly on the ground below us
Our castle now abandoned
Where the cold wind blows
and only cobwebs remain.
But now in my final hour
I would give everything
to have just one moment
Find myself once more at the bonfire
My friends surrounding me
as we sing those songs
Tell those stories
To live that ideal
that you will never lose in the end
I was a Hippie
Which is what I used to be
I was a Hippie
I still am, maybe
@@RastaSaiyaman I just noticed your response. Thank you so much, I love this song!
@@anasac33 You're welcome. Here's some more songs of his you should check out.
- Luna Mijn
- Molenbeek straat
- Als een vrouw