I love these songs of P, they start gently, but always devolve in chaos or dismay, the Troyka heading to Omsk, or the boat going back and forth along the cannal are equally good examples
An English translation, here we go, read fast :-) The Market: ladies and Gentleman, I have a strong Story. You must note it, it will hit you all. It will proof you , how one can resist Against the prizes and capitalism What they try to do, to load up customers Ladies and Gentleman it strikes against any form of decency But it seems from my striking couplets What you understand as a mighty Legion It all once started with an errant I did Let me first tell you I frequently eat apples And those apples I mostly get them from the grocery man Where i always can find nice fresh apples One Time i found him closed, with a note on the door Well i can tell you, i was really out of humour. But i was already outside and although a light breeze I went to the market, because i wanted apples On the market, i heared it. At least from the Radio There was a wide choice and you almost got them for free and it's supposed to be nice and coulourfull and atmospheric, with those funny types from Amsterdam Ok, so i got to that market and yes, they sold fruit So i stopped at a market tent and picked some apples "1.5 Guilders for a Kilo" and you know On the market 1.5 guilders is called a Daalder So i gave the guy 1 Guilder but i didnt get my apples So i said, give up those apples you shark bandit I gave you a Daalder and i will call the cops And he said that was one guilder, what do you want from me? Well a moment later a bunch of customers gathered around me And they screamed "he is right!, this is cruel!" Because all of us have of course payed too much Good that it finally once is reflected upon Market spots were run over Food and clothing flying through the air Here a barricade arose, there a fire was set The Police powerless, and traffic disturbed Papers didn't meet their deadline All transmission stopped Trains derailed and there was mutiny in the Army School buildings were blown up Blood flooded everywhere Questions in the Chamber And the room of Cabinet Civil War, anarchy Loyal troops standing fast Under command of an energetic Colonel And from upper hand by Radio it was immediately declared On the market a Guilder is a Guilder's Worth!
De beste versie ooit kwam van Bobbie Schoepen (Jaja, Bobbejaan, kweeget!!!) die het voor een zaal Antwerpenaren in het plat Antwerps bracht. Mijn God, ik was ne kleine van... mss 8? En heb ik gierend in mijn broek geplast...
Toen ik nog op het asiel werkte kregen we een vermissing van een kat gemeld. Gebeurde uiteraard vaker. Paar dagen kregen we weer bericht. Kat was gevonden. Zat in Parijs. Was bij de buren in de auto meegereden naar Parijs.
