Mooie tekst over de Wedstrijd van Bram Vermeulen.
Voor mij een van de mooiste prozaïsche en niet-vrolijke songteskten en ondersteund door een van de mooiste nummers die ik ken: Eurythmics - No Fear No Pain (No Hate No Broken Hearts)
Well in the morning when our day begins
And it feels like cold (Cold), cold (Cold) steel
And when the sun comes up it's like a new commotion
You say, "Nobody told you it would feel like this"
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
You've got the killing gun held in your hand
It feels like cold (Cold), cold (Cold) steel
And when the sun comes up it makes a new commotion
You say, "Shoot, shoot, shoot it up, shoot it up"
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
And when the sun comes up it makes a new commotion
You say, "Nobody told you it would feel like this"
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts (Heart)
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts (No broken hearts)
(No give no, give me no pain) No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts (Give me no pain)
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no pain)
No fear, no hate, no pain, no broken hearts
In deze tekst kan ik helemaal opgaan, door de stem, het ritme, de herhaling, de akkoorden.