Zompie

Ingrediënten

Bodem:

120 gr suiker
200 gr bloem
150 gr boter
Garam massala of kaneel
zout

Met twee messen snijden tot een kruimeldeeg. Uitspreiden op bakpapier 15 minuten op 225 graden

Vulling

3 eiwitten
citroensap
suiker gemalen

250 ml slagroom
suiker
klopfix

350 gr Kwark
250 gr Jam

Klop de eiwitten met wat citroensap half stijf. Voeg de suiker toe en klop verder.

Meng de jam door de kwark. Schep alles voorzichtig door elkaar.





Klop de slagroom met de

You can't go as you please

The monastery is a hospital
People can't breathe, can't eat, can't walk
The cure is military discipline
It is not a holiday resort
But you can go as you please

The army is a hospital
People can't hunt, can't kill, can't defend.
The cure is military discipline
It is not a holiday resort
You can't go as you please

The hospital is a hospital
A pill, a treatment, an operation
You are being cared for
It is a holiday resort
But you can't go as you please

The monastery is a hospital
Nice people, good food, bits of wisdom
The cure is hope and expectation
It is a holiday resort
And you can go as you please

Home is not a hospital
When you arrive you are at home
No cure 'cause home is where the heart is
It is not a holiday resort
And you can't go as you please.

The orphan

Like an orphan she cries
Lonely and deserted
A silly little girl
The world is big and hurts her

Her name she has forgotten
She's hiding in a shell
Fear is eating at her belly
The fear she chose herself

Tears are rolling from her cheeks
Warmth and love is what she wants
Inside her is a big desire
Enclosed in concrete walls

She does not need to be afraid
The fear she chose herself
There is no menace there is no pain
A perfect riddle she is closed

The wheel

The stone turns
The river rolls onward
A flower that burns
She cracks the stone

Splinters diamonds they sing
And shred the veils of the dream
Lies are melting in the ice-sea
The spark flies bare and serene

The goddes storms forward
In an armor of steel
Death has left my heart
I am the wheel

The forces of chaos

The forces of chaos
Attack your soul
They break through the barriers
Tear down the walls

In the vortex of time
Your capsule goes down
To the depts of the shrine
Where your striving will drown

Now you stand on the treshold
Your capsule is crushed
You stand naked and bold
Then your ego crumbles to dust

Sailing the seas of chaos
Riding the raging storm
Lost in the veils of darkness
Waiting to be reborn

Silence

Where is the sun, she blinds the earth
What kind of stream is taking me away
When I feel drowned so full with mirth
My eyes are flashing with lightning so gay

Nothing stands still fast as the worm
I'm floating on chaos, the movements that I make
The last drops of rain are lost in the storm
I tremble and I shake and I awake

The last piece of bread
A few crumbs for the birds
I'm walking in a forest
A sanctum for the lost ones

I forget, lonely is my plea
I see the key of gold is a golden ring
It fits on the door to the land of the see
Where the king cries and the mermaids sing

I lie down in the sand of the dunes
The sun shines warm on my skin
I touch my forehead, it proofs
I am alive in the shade of her wings

The sound of birds surrounding me
The low humming of the sea
Here in the dunes I find fulfillment
The quiet silver of beauty

She stand before me burning
Her face is hidden by the mask of a cat
She is naked she takes off her mask
My heart beats slowly

The stirrings quiet down
The birds fall silent
Her appearance is tender as lightning
She takes my hand, she kneels beside me
Silence

Fata Morgana

No vortex of chaos anymore
The train stands still
And bleaches in the sun
Fading visions of what I will

Drawn by too strong a force
Pushing me onward
Fulfilling desire
For all the things that I don't want

Fata morgana
I'm grasping in the distance
Frustrated desillusioned
Dream of the machine

Only the birds are laughing
I watch them flying over
Funny winged shapes
Dark against the grey sky

Mirror of a grey screen
Killer of emotions
Beam of electrons hit the front
I won't bend in blind devotion

Fata morgana
I'm grasping in the distance
Frustrated desillusioned
Dream of the machine

Nothing is real
No solid mass
Stone is not stone
I pass the wall

Jump forward
Old houses crumble
Stones become flesh
Children become strangers

Time throws dust
In sore eyes
Reaching the see
Peace of mind

Wave after wave is rolling in
On the shores in my skull
Bringing in new visions
Faded visions of what I will

Fata Morgana
Faint sun in the distance
Forebode of the future
Dream of better days