Een beetje photoshoppen en zie hier het resultaat:
Deze foto komt van de website van de Staatsloterij, maar doet me altijd aan iemand denken:
Prachtig, je moet ‘t zien, zo links en rechts wel wat kitch maar ‘t levert een leuk plaatje op:
Van Wikipedia: Soldier of Love is het zesde studioalbum van de Engelse band Sade. Het werd op 8 februari 2010 uitgebracht. In de Verenigde Staten werd het een dag later uitgegeven. Op 8 december 2009 werd de eerste single van het album, “Soldier of Love”, via de officiële website van Sade uitgegeven. De videoclip van deze single werd geregisseerd door Sophie Muller. Het album kwam binnen op de vierde positie in de Britse Albums Chart.
But I’m still alive
Still looking for the life
The endless pool on the other side
It’s a wild, wild west
I’m doing my best
I’m at the borderline of my faith
I’m at the hinterland of my devotion
In the front line of this battle of mine
But I’m still alive
I’m a soldier of love
Every day and night
I’m a soldier of love
All the days of my life
I’ve been torn up inside (oh)
I’ve been left behind (oh)
Tall I ride
I have the will to survive
In the wild, wild west
Trying my hardest
Doing my best
To stay alive
I am love’s soldier
I wait for the sound (oh, oh)
I know that love will come (that love will come)
Turn it all around
I’m a soldier of love
Every day and night
I’m a soldier of love
All the days of my life
I am lost but I don’t doubt, oh
Tall I ride, I have the will to survive
In the wild, wild west
Trying my hardest
Doing my best
To stay alive
I am love’s soldier
I wait for the sound
I know that love will come
I know that love will come
Turn it all around
I’m a soldier of love
I’m a soldier
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
I’m a soldier of love
I’m a soldier
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Turn it all around
Still wait for love to come
Van Wikipedia: De tekst handelt over het schijnbaar structuurloze leven van een opgroeiend kind. Schijnbaar, want aan alle kanten wordt het kind geïnstrueerd: Don’t do this; don’t do that. Pink Floyd behandelde hetzelfde thema, maar dan dwingender in Another Brick in the Wall (part two) en liet in The Wall ook nog eens het soms verschrikkelijke resultaat zien.
Don’t forget your books, you know you’ve got to learn the golden rule
Your teacher tells you stop your playing, get on with your work
And be like Johnnie-Too-good, don’t you know he never shirks
He’s coming along
After school is over, you’re playing in the park
Don’t be out too late, don’t let it get too dark
They tell you not to hang around and learn what life’s about
And grow up just like them, won’t you let it work it out
And you’re full of doubt
Don’t do this and don’t do that
What are they trying to do?
(Make a good boy of you)
And do they know where it’s at?
Don’t criticize, they’re old and wise
Do as they tell you to
Don’t want the devil to
Come and put out your eyes
Maybe I’m mistaken expecting you to fight
Or maybe I’m just crazy, I don’t know wrong from right
But while I’m still living, I’ve just got this to say
It’s always up to you if you want to be that
Want to see that, want to see that way
You’re coming along
Van wikipedia: “Music” is a song by English musician John Miles, from his album Rebel, produced by Alan Parsons. Released as a single in 1976, the song was successful in Europe, reaching No. 1 on the Dutch Single Top 100, No. 3 on the UK Singles Chart and No. 10 on the German Singles Chart. In the US, it reached No. 88 on the Billboard Hot 100. In 1982, the song was re-released in the Netherlands and reached No. 4.
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
My music pulls me through
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
And music of the past
And music of the past
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
My music pulls me through
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud, the ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night, the hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who’re waiting on the border
In the village where I grew up nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street the spirit of the century
Telling us that we’re all standing on the border
In the islands where I grew up nothing seems the same
It’s just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there’s a strangeness in the air, you feel too well