Little Anne - Huis

Still vanishing behind those books?

Slipping thin behind those walls

Curtains drawn and candles out

Whispered words standing still

I heard Ellington this morning

Something about taking a train

I see your ghost in the attic

I see ghosts in the attic

Ran upstairs to see you

Thought you’d still hide behind your books

I heard someone bomb schrapnell-words about you

Hidden behind this bookshelf

Waiting in vain

Useless hopes

The die is cast, the die is cast

Hiding your dark shadow

From darker …

Machine-gun laughs

Riffle stares

Schrapnell

Grenade

Bullets

Shroud

Betrayed by the unspeakable

The darkest side of mankind

What could they hope this time

The worst on earth

The bells of the Westerkerk

Resonates in chesnut’s leaves

The song of freedom

So far away, so unfair

Despite guardian angels

Who believed in life

Who knew that all this made no sense

Fate found its way, so unfair, so far away

A lady said you climbed in a truck

To head for a long… long way

A train ticket to human disaster

On the way to your last journey

Work will set you free

They say…

Little Anne