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  1. The Birds In The Eye Of The Bolder from Fran Hoebergen on Vimeo.

    Thank you Dirk for lending me your vocals and your accent.

    (english translation of the monologue below)

    The Birds In The Eye Of The Bolder

    Look at them
    Just sitting
    On the roof
    With their beaks
    And their paws
    They don't give a damn
    While we're walking properly
    Through the streets
    They don't give a shit
    But literally though
    They shit on everything
    And then they leave again
    With their beaks
    And their paws
    In the gutters

    That man
    Over there on the corner
    Bought an airgun lately
    Those are legal
    Unless they're shortened
    No you can't do that
    He woke up every morning at five o'clock
    No everything
    Which we're working so hard on
    Everything we do
    To make our lives here
    More pleasant
    They're throwing a spanner in it
    Rules are rules
    And you should obey them
    That will make it better for everyone
    And they
    Pretend like they don't care

    One got hit
    A french frie lay
    On the street
    A madam advanced
    In her BMW
    That pretty one from the X5 series
    He did not want to step aside
    And paid the consequences, haha
    I'd prefer to see it differently though
    But that's what you get
    She wasn't even driving fast
    She didn't see him either
    Because her eyes barely reached above the steering wheel
    I could hear the crunches
    I was together with the club
    Eating some ice-cream at Fredsons'
    Sickening it was
    She got out
    Lifted him off the ground
    And like that
    His intestines
    Just slid out of his belly
    It wasn't pretty
    She laid him away a little further
    Next to a bench on the boulevard
    I would have called someone
    You can't just leave it there
    Just a hideous sight
    That ice cream had gotten a bad taste

    They do it to themselves
    And are ruining it
    For the others
    Look, there goes another one
    They come and go
    Whenever they want to
    They will never meet them
    And don't forget about
    Them gooders
    Who throw bread
    They just keep maintaining their sort
    And what do we get for it in return?

    My wife says
    You should just leave them at peace
    And they'll leave you at peace also
    But what do we gain out of that?
    They're still here!
    Profiteers, that's what they are
    You're not able to check on them
    One moment they're here
    And the other they're across the border
    No ones able to stop them
    See, it's not as if we've got it bad
    But we didn't get here out of nothing
    This place also used to be a chaos at first
    But look at that
    The beautiful public gardens
    Them buxus
    The people from the township
    Are raking the ground there every week
    The ones with the orange vests
    It doesn't come easy for them either
    But they'll succeed
    And guess who's making a mess again?
    Everything we've got
    Has become for a reason, right?
    That's because we learn from our mistakes.