Week 41: october 3-9 2004
Curator: Jan Turkenburg
Subject: Overlijdensberichten/ Obituaries
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(from the album (Zing je moers taal) It's a centuries old law You must live your life Even when it's like Fred's given to you only shortly 2. Dorus - Jan Jansen... met één S. (more info) On a chilly dark night who was drowning in the canals of Amsterdam Jan Jansen... with one S... 3. Jan, Pieter & René - Hennie (more info) Hennie has left the ward Her lifelong bed is available again 4. Max & Maria - Annie (more info) a little girl of 67 had cleaned for 50 years a little girl of 67 had gathered a fortune a little girl of 67 had never had a man a little girl of 67 knew her family only came for her money a little girl of 67 passed away very quietly a little girl of 67 lay in eternal sleep for a month when sir priest knocked on the door 5. Mighty Sparrow - The death of Kennedy (recorded from the Dutch Radio 5 (AM), July 5th 1992, with musician Fay Lovsky explaining that the Calypso used to be a kind of musical newspaper) President Kennedy is in heaven, I'm sure May he rest in piece for evermore 6. Bea Brandts Buys - De oude sloep (A. Pascal/C. Sarrel - La Vieille Barque) (From the album: Chansons, no further info found) The fisherman has died and nobody mourns no friend, no wife and no family Only his old sloop lies as a widow on the beach 7. Livia - Frits van Dam (Livia Versteegh, from the album: Hanna Pirannah, no further info found) Frits was a very small boy Frits was not like all the other children Frits didn't want to play Frits wanted to philosophize Why does my mother put her teeth in a glas Why does my father's face turn red, when there's nudity on TV Why does my grandpa smoke sigars and no hash But his biggest question was Where do you go to when you are passed away Frits, so absorbed by that question decided to find out He held his breath Frits was a very small angel He loved the stars and played on top of the clouds and at night God the father himself would put little Frits to bed Sleep well, Frits |
