Author Archives: Frank Van Massenhove

I am bored from the event  I really don’t understand the situation  And it’s no game  Documentaries on refugees  Couples ‘gainst the target  You throw a rock against the road  And it breaks into pieces  Draw the blinds on yesterday, … Lees verder →

The antique people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and afraid of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their hearts around circular tracks Pretending forever their masquerade towers Are not … Lees verder →

There ain’t no easy way No there ain’t no easy way out There ain’t no easy way No there ain’t no easy way out Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Ain’t No Easy Way, Howl, 2005 Een ABVV-vakbondssecretaris vertrouwde mij deze … Lees verder →

Oh playing games in this ya time It don’t make no sense ‘Cause time won’t wait for you to change You better change your ways   Tomorrow, it will never come for you Listen, you won’t reap What has not … Lees verder →

I am a Muslim. And there’s nothing wrong with being a Muslim, nothing wrong with the religion of Islam. It just teaches us to believe in Allah as the God. And those of you who are Christians probably believe in the same … Lees verder →

R-E-S-P-E-C-T Find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T Respect, Aretha Franklin, single, 1967 http://tinyurl.com/z4b8pl6 Elke Wambecq beschreef afgelopen vrijdag in De Tijd het trieste lot van ambtenaren die hun nek uitsteken: http://tinyurl.com/z4b8pl6 De Tijd vroeg me om een reactie … Lees verder →

Style is not something that comes in a bottle Style, The Artist (Formerly Known As Prince), Emancipation, 1995 François Bellot, de man die Jacqueline Galant opvolgde als minister van Mobiliteit wordt beschreven als de geknipte figuur voor de job. Hij … Lees verder →

Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say Look who’s in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that’s good enough for me Small Town, John Mellencamp, Scarecrow, 1985 Aan de … Lees verder →

Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying. When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I’ve got that feeling once again I can’t explain you would not understand … Lees verder →

I don’t think it’s funny no more Cracking Up, Nick Lowe, 1979 Op 1 juni 2002 dacht ik even dat ik niet de baas van een ministerie maar van een gevangenis was geworden. Een overenthousiaste ambtenaar schonk me een niet … Lees verder →