Big Ben, the Thames The busses red the language not my own I mind the gap I’m driving left the streets not yet well known the Union Jack the view from Tate and Spacey on his throne I feel alive not underground I love the London tone

rain is pouring on my head my state of mind is soaking wet I am walking through this unknown place but suddenly a friendly face there higher up right from the sky it blinks to me The London Eye

It’s scary still But I just might Get used to left In stead of right

A disappointment that could be But flipping it It’s clear to me It makes it easier to choose it ain’t all bad when things get loose it’s sometimes good to let things pass to not get stuck in what once was

Nul komma niks internet op het werk, alles (en iedereen) was down. En we werden maar weer eens met het feit gekonfronteerd – we zijn totaal afhankelijk van internet. En aangezien ik dus niets beters te doen had, verveel ik u nog een keer met wat onzin. Nu ben ik weer thuis, en ben weer [...]

Sigur Ros waters my eyes And Jamie sings of London Skies My head is filled and spins around The perfect plan has to been found I wonder if I ever will Here walks Stef, and there goes Bill I breathe in And then exhale Life as such a fairy-tale