Big Button Blues
Don't know this man Sitting at the bar
Don't know this man He ain't come from far
He lives in my town But I don't know his name
Killed himself on a Tuesday Such a fuckin' shame
Killed himself on a Tuesday Such a fuckin' shame
"Come and press my button And listen to my sounds
Press that big button While I'm still around!"
He lives in my town But I don't know his name
Killed himself on a Tuesday Such a fuckin' shame
Killed himself on a Tuesday Such a fuckin' shame
Don't know about your life How dark it had to be
And why we were so ignorant To ignorant to see
You sent us a message "Today I'm so disturbed"
Remember Tuesday "Sorry", a misplaced word
Remember Tuesday And "sorry", a misplaced word.
We've got to pay attention To ev'ry next man
We've got to listen better Do all that we can or
We may forget this Tuesday The suffering, the pain
That drove him to his death It shouldn't be in vain
That drove him to his death It shouldn't be in vain.
Didn't know this man Sitting at the bar
Didn't know this man He ain't come from far
He lived in my town But I didn't know his name
We buried him on a Monday Such a fuckin' shame
We buried him on a Monday And now we know his name.
Voor iedereen die Johan kende
© Gerrit Bruijnes
4 mei 2008, gezongen op het afscheid van Johan op 5 mei.
Onbegrijpelijk dat iemand van 39 jaar zichzelf van het leven beroofd.
Iemand waar je soms naast staat in de kroeg.
Onbegrijpelijk dat je dat niet merkt.
Onbegrijpelijk dat je deze mens niet hebt gekend.
Onbegrijpelijk!