Topic: Mooie teksten

[Castor_en_Pollux]

Het meisje? Ze was een tijdbom. Ik weet zeker dat de familie haar onderbewustzijn had gevoed, dat bleek duidelijk uit de raporten van haar leraren. Ze wilde niet weten hoe iets gedaan werd, doch waarom. Dat kan tot allerlei narigheden leiden. Je vraagt steeds weer Waarom? en als je ermee blijft doorgaan word je diep ongelukkig. Het arme kind mag blij zijn dat ze dood is.

Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451.

[Castor_en_Pollux]

GERECHTSDIENAAR. Mynheer de rechter, daar is de man die Barbertje vermoord heeft.

RECHTER. Die man moet hangen. Hoe heeft hij dat aangelegd?

GERECHTSDIENAAR. Hy heeft haar in kleine stukjes gesneden, en ingezouten.

RECHTER. Daaraan heeft hy zeer verkeerd gedaan. Hy moet hangen.

LOTHARIO. Rechter, ik heb Barbertje niet vermoord! Ik heb haar gevoed en gekleed en verzorgd. Er zijn getuigen die verklaren zullen dat ik 'n goed mens ben, en geen moordenaar.

RECHTER. Man, ge moet hangen! Ge verzwaart uw misdaad door eigenwaan. Het past niet aan iemand die ... van iets beschuldigd is, zich voor 'n goed mens te houden.

LOTHARIO. Maar, rechter, er zijn getuigen die het zullen bevestigen. En daar ik nu beschuldigd ben van moord ...

RECHTER. Ge moet hangen! Ge hebt Barbertje stukgesneden, ingezouten, en zyt ingenomen met uzelf... drie kapitale delicten! Wie zyt ge, vrouwtje?

VROUWTJE. Ik ben Barbertje.

LOTHARIO. Goddank! Rechter, ge ziet dat ik haar niet vermoord heb!

RECHTER. Hm ... ja ... zo! Maar het inzouten?

BARBERTJE. Nee, rechter, hij heeft me niet ingezouten. Hij heeft my integendeel veel goeds gedaan. Hy is 'n edel mens!

LOTHARIO. Ge hoort het, rechter, ze zegt dat ik 'n goed mens ben.

RECHTER. Hm ... het derde punt blyft dus bestaan. Gerechtsdienaar, voer die man weg, hij moet hangen. Hy is schuldig aan eigenwaan. Griffier, citeer in de premissen de jurisprudentie van Lessings patriarch.

(Onuitgegeven toneelspel)

Multatuli - Max Havelaar

[Cora Bora]

People Are Strange Lyrics
by Doors

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

[Castor_en_Pollux]

Limmerickje

There once was a lady from Niger
Who wanted to ride on a tiger
At the end of the ride
Was the lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger.

[Cora Bora]

Limmerickje

There once was a lady from Niger
Who wanted to ride on a tiger
At the end of the ride
Was the lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger.

moooooooooooi!!   

[Castor_en_Pollux]

HANS CARVEL'S RING, TALES AND NOVELS by Jean de La Fontaine


HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
And with her, num'rous troubles, cares and fears;
For, scarcely one without the rest appears.
Bab (such her name, and daughter of a knight)
Was airy, buxom: formed for am'rous fight.
Hans, holding jeers and cuckoldom in dread,
Would have his precious rib with caution tread,
And nothing but the Bible e'er peruse;
All other books he daily would abuse;
Blamed secret visits; frowned at loose attire;
And censured ev'ry thing gallants admire.
The dame, howe'er, was deaf to all he said;
No preaching pleased but what to pleasure led,
Which made the aged husband hold his tongue.
And wish for death, since all round went wrong.
Some easy moments he perhaps might get;
A full detail in hist'ry's page is met.
One night, when company he'd had to dine,
And pretty well was fill'd with gen'rous wine,
Hans dreamed, as near his wife he snoring lay,
The devil came his compliments to pay,
And having on his finger put a ring,
Said he, friend Hans, I know thou feel'st a sting;
Thy trouble 's great: I pity much thy case;
Let but this ring, howe'er, thy finger grace,
And while 'tis there I'll answer with my head,
THAT ne'er shall happen which is now thy dread:
Hans, quite delighted, forced his finger through;
You drunken beast, cried Bab, what would you do?
To love's devoirs quite lost, you take no care,
And now have thrust your finger God knows where!

[Grace]

My Angel ever at my side
how lovely you must be -
To leave your home in heaven,
to guard someone like me.

When I'm far away from home,
or maybe hard at work
I know you will protect me,
from harm along the way.

Your beautiful and shining face,
I see not, though you're near
The sweetness of your lovely voice,
I cannot really hear.

When I pray, you're praying too,
your prayer is just for me.
But, when I sleep you never do,
You're watching over me.

[D**n]

Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus
We got to work - an' you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk

"When can I tell 'em wot I do?
In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!"

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway THE lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!

What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land

You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?

So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
But did you notice you ain't gettin'?
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who's more famous to the billion millions?
News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie
Oooohh...bub-bye

Magnificence!!

[Castor_en_Pollux]

In 1960 beschreef Robert Sheckley de toekomst van reality tv.


Hij trad dus op in Underwater Perils, gesponserd door Fairlady's soap. Uitgerust met een masker, zuurstofapparaat, een gordel met gewichten, zwemvliezen en een mes, gleed hij met vier andere mededingers in het warme water van de Caribische zee, gevolgd door een cameraploeg in een beschermde kooi. De bedoeling was om een schat die de sponsor daar had verborgen op te sporen en naar boven te brengen.
Duiken met masker is nu niet zo bijzonder gevaarlijk. Maar de sponsor had daar ten gerieve van het publiek((CC - kijkcijfers) een paar gruweltjes toegevoegd. Het hele gebied zat boordevol reuzemosselen, sidderalen, verschillende soorten haaien, reuze octopussen, giftig koraal, en andere gevaren van de diepzee.
Het was een opwindende wedstrijd. een man uit Florida vond de schat in een diepe spleet, maar hij werd op zijn beurt gevonden door een sidderaal. Een andere duiker nam de schat, en hij werd door een haai gegrepen. Het schitterende, blauwgroene water werd verduisterd door wolken van bloed , wat het goed deed op de kleurentelevisie. De schat glipte naar de bodem en Raeder dook er achteraan en scheurde ondertussen een trommelvlies. Hij griste hem van het koraal, ontdeed zich van zijn zware gordel en begon zijn tocht naar de oppervlakte. Een meter of tien onder de waterspiegel moest hij met een andere duiker een gevecht leveren om de schat.
Ze maaiden heen en weer met hun messen. De man haalde uit en gaf Raeder een jaap over zijn borst. Maar Raeder, met de gewiekstheid van een ouwe rot, liet zijn mes vallen en scheurde de luchtslang uit de mond van de man.
Het was meteen afgelopen. Raeder kwam aan de oppervlakte en presenteerde de schat aan de stand-by-boot. Het bleek een pak Fairlady's Soap te zijn - 'De Grootste Schat van Allemaal'.

[Castor_en_Pollux]

Two Brothers

as told by Richard Cavendish in Mythology: an Illustrated Encyclopedia
There was a man who had two sons, the elder called Mkunare and the younger Kanyanga. They were so poor that they did not own a single cow between them. Eventually, Mkunare proposed that he should go up to Kilbo (one of the two peaks of Mount Kilimanjaro), because people said that a king ruled up there who was generous to the poor. He took a supply of food and set off up the mountain. After a while he met an old woman who was sitting beside the path. Her eyes were so sore that she could not see. Mkunare greeted her, and she replied, asking why he had come up to this place. He told her he was looking for the king who lived at the top of the mountain; and the old woman said, "Lick my eyes clean and I will tell you how to get there." But Mkunare was too revolted by her sore eyes to lick them, and he went on his way.

Further up, he arrived at the country of the Konyingo (the little people or wee folk) and saw a group of men sitting in their king's cattle-compound. They were the size of boys who herd the goats, and are not yet old enough to go out with the cattle; and Mkunare assumed that they were children. "Hello, boys," he said, "where will I find your fathers and big brothers?" The Konyingo replied, "Just wait here until they arrive." He waited until evening, but no one came. Before nightfall the Konyingo herded their cattle into the compounds, and slaughtered an animal for their evening meal; but they did not give Mkunare any of the meat. They said that he must wait until their fathers and big brothers arrived. Tired and hungry, he set off again down the mountain, and again passed the old woman sitting beside the path. But she would tell him nothing about what had happened to him, even though he tried to persuade her. On his way back to the settled areas further down the slopes he lost his way in the uninhabited country, and did not get home for a month. He told his kinsmen that there were numerous people on the top of Kibo, with large herds of cattle, but being mean they gave nothing to strangers.

Some time later, however, Kanyanga, the younger brother, decided to go up the mountain in a second attempt to ease their poverty. After a while he too met the old woman sitting beside the path. They greeted each other, and when she asked why he had come up there, he told her he was looking for the king who lived on the top of the mountain. The old woman said to him, "Lick my eyes clean and I will tell you how to get there." Kanyanga licked her eyes thoroughly, and she said to him, "Keep on up, and you will come to the settlement of the king. The men you will see there are no bigger than the boys who look after the goats, but don't jump to the conclusion that they are children. Address them as members of the king's council, and greet them respectfully."

Further up, he arrived at the cattle-compound of the Konyingo king, and greeted the men there respectfully. They took him to the king, who listened to his plea for help, and ordered that he be given a meal and a place to sleep that night. As a return for their hospitality Kanyanga taught them the incantations and medicines which protect the growing crops against insects and other pests, and also those which invisibly bar the paths against invading enemies. The Little People were so pleased with these new methods that they each gave Kanyanga an animal out of their herds; and he set off down the mountain, driving his cattle in front of him, and singing the Herding-song. (At this point the man telling the story might break off and sing the whole of the Herding-song.) And so Kanyanga prospered, and so did his kinsmen; but people composed a song about his elder brother, and this song is still sung at the present time:


O Mkunare, wait till the fathers come.
What right have you to despise the Little Folk?

[Kukai]

Het is vaak zoiets simpels, het is
gemis van je stem bijvoorbeeld..

[Lorelei]

Invictus - William Ernest Henley

 
OUT of the night that covers me,   
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,   
I thank whatever gods may be   
  For my unconquerable soul.   
   
In the fell clutch of circumstance         
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.   
Under the bludgeonings of chance   
  My head is bloody, but unbowed.   
   
Beyond this place of wrath and tears   
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,   
And yet the menace of the years   
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.   
   
It matters not how strait the gate,   
  How charged with punishments the scroll,   
I am the master of my fate:   
  I am the captain of my soul.   
 

[lebon simon]

KRIS DE BRUYNE
AMSTERDAM

Je kan er boeken kopen
Die je hier heel zelden vindt
Je kan er langs de grachten lopen
Je haar los in de wind
Je kan er uren slijten
De parken zijn er groen
Je kan er naar Van Gogh gaan kijken
Dat zou je eigenlijk wel eens moeten doen
Je bent er vogelvrij
Omdat er alles kan
Zo dichtbij en toch zo ver is Amsterdam

Want daar in Amsterdam
Ben jij zo ver van mij
Toch voel ik Amsterdam
Zo pijnlijk dicht nabij

In het concertgebouw
Is het zeer dikwijls feest
Je weet toch nog
Dat zelfs Randy Newman daar ooit is geweest
Wie van ons vermoedde toen
Dat jij daar nu heel alleen
Een schuilplaats hebt gezocht
We gingen er altijd samen heen
Wie van ons is vogelvrij
Wie van ons die nog alles kan
Zo dichtbij en toch zo ver is Amsterdam

Want daar in Amsterdam
Ben jij zo ver van mij
Toch voel ik Amsterdam
Zo pijnlijk dicht nabij

[Cora Bora]

DENIS LEARY - ASSHOLE
(Spoken)
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down
in the bottom of our chests.  About the special feeling we get in the
cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle
area.  Maybe in the liver.  Maybe in the kidneys.  Maybe even in the
colon, we don't know.
(Sung)
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no) no way (uh-uh)
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
NAAAAH!
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
(Spoken)
Know what I'm gonna do?  I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado,
hot-fuckin'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big
brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah!  And I'm gonna drive around in
that baby doing 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down
quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-
biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah!  And when I'm done suckin' down
those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the
side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it.  You know why?
Because we got the bombs, that's why... yeah!  Two words--nuclear fuckin'
weapons, OK?  Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy
they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of
Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of fuckin' difference, because we got
the bombs, OK?  John Wayne's not dead--he's frozen!  And when we find a cure for
cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off.  You
know why?  You ever taken a cold shower?  Well, multiply that by 15 million
times--that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be.  I'm gonna get the Duke and
John Casavetti and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of fuckin' whisky and drive...
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, you know you really are an asshole?)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song, Chris.  I thought I was the
asshole... all the time it was him... what an asshole!
(Sung)
I'm an asshole (I'm an asshole, he's an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A S-S H-O L-E
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay
A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
Oooooooo
(Spoken)
I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it!
(Chris mouths: Asshole)

 

[Cora Bora]

spandau ballet- i'll fly for you

Passion take the wind
and break me from this tie
we're mortals on the earth
oh but God's in the sky
I haven't got a clue
I haven't got a thing
but what I give to you
is all that I could bring
I'll give you all my time
that's ev 'rything to me
you know my only crime
is this flight of fantasy

Chorus:
because I've nothing else here for you
and just because it's easier than the truth
oh if there's nothing else that I can do
I'll fly for you

Passion take the wind
and break me from this tie
we're mortals on the earth
oh but God's in the sky
I haven't got a clue
I haven't got a thing
but what I give to you
is all that I could bring
I'll give you all my time
that's ev 'rything to me
you know my only crime
is this flight of fantasy

because I've nothing else here for you
and just because it's easier than the truth
oh if there's nothing else that I can do
I'll fly for you

I'm just an average boy
you're more than an average girland
when you sing to me the 'sho be doos'
you sing so well
oh don't you know that when I'm under you
I'm overjoyed

[Castor_en_Pollux]

At last in the twentieth month of the siege, a marvelous thing; happened to Zopyrus, son of the Megabyzus who was one of the seven conspirators who killed the Magus: one of his sumpter-mules foaled. When Zopyrus was told of this, he refused to believe it till he had seen the foal with his own eyes; then, forbidding the others who had seen it to say a word to anyone of what had occurred, he began to think hard, and came to the conclusion that the time had come when Babylon could be taken -for had not that Babylonian, at the beginning of the siege, said that the city would fall when mules foaled? That the man should have used the phrase, and that the miracle should actually have happened - surely that meant that the hand of God was in it.
Convinced, therefore, that Babylon was now doomed to destruction, he went to Darius and asked him if the capture of the city was really of supreme importance to him, and, on being told that it was, set himself to devise a way of bringing it about by his own sole act and initiative; for in Persia any special service to the king is very highly valued. Accordingly he passed in review every scheme he could think of, and finally decided that there was one way only in which he could bring the place under, namely by maiming himself and then going over to the enemy as a deserter. Taking this dreadful expedient as a mere matter of course, he at once put it into practice, and there were no half-measures in the way he set about it: he cut off his nose and ears [3], shaved his hair like a criminal's, raised weals on his body with a whip, and in this condition presented himself to Darius.
Darius was shocked at the sight of a man of Zopyrus' eminence so fearfully mutilated, and springing from his chair with an exclamation of horror, asked who it was that had inflicted this punishment upon him, and what Zopyrus had done to deserve it. 'My lord,' Zopyrus answered, there is no one but yourself who has power enough to reduce me to this condition. The hands that disfigured me were none other than my own, for I could not bear to heat the Assyrians of Babylon laugh the Persians to scorn.'
'You speak like a madman;' said Darius; to say you did this horrible thing because of our enemies in the beleaguered city, is merely to cloak a shameful act in fine words. Are you fool enough to think that the mutilation of your body can hasten our victory?' When you did that to yourself; you must have taken leave of your senses.'
'Had I told you of my intention,' Zopyrus answered, 'you would not have allowed me to proceed. So I acted upon my own initiative. And now -if you too will play your part - we will capture Babylon. I will go as I am to the city walls, pretending to be a deserter, and I will tell them that it was you who caused my misery. They will believe me readily enough - and they will put their troops under my command. Now for your part: wait till the tenth day after I enter the town, and then station by the gates of Semiramis a detachment of a thousand men, whose loss will not worry you. Then, seven days later, send 2000 more to the Nineveh gates and, twenty days after that, another 4000 to the Chaldaean gates. None of these three detachments must be armed with anything but their daggers - let them carry daggers only. And then, after a further interval of twenty days, order a general assault upon the city walls from every direction, taking care that our own Persian troops have the sectors opposite the Belian and Cissian gates.[4] It is my belief that the Babylonians, when they see that I have done them good service, will increase my responsibility - even to trusting me with the keys of the gates. And after that - I and our Persians will see what must be done.'

http://www.livius.org/da-dd/darius/darius_i_t07.html

[Dorine]

Maskerade van je leven

Je schond je aangezicht
toen je toegaf aan
de maskerade van je leven

Je dacht dat je altijd
vriendschap en liefde
zou kunnen geven

Enkel luisterde je
naar wat je masker fluisterde
en was er niemand die werkelijk
naar je luisterde

Je verborg gevoel
in diep zicht
nam gedachten weg
uit je hoofd gelicht

Genomen door het masker
ben jij verslagen
je weet niet wat liefde
noch vriendschap is
maar hebt geen besef van het gemis

Want het masker zit
op vele lagen
Dieper dan een ieder
kan voorstellen
Zijn de leugens van het masker
niet meer te tellen

En dat terwijl
iedereen jou "kent"
Dat terwijl
jij goudeerlijk bent

Het masker heeft bedrogen...

[Yvje]

The more I study
The more I know

The more I know
The more I forget

The more I forget
The less I know

So, why study?

Dit is zo waar 

[Ongewensd Persoon]

jaren later vond men Yvje terug kansloos hangend voor de buis, met een stoppelbaardje en een blikje bier in haar handen mijmerend en terugdenkend aan die mooie tijd dat ze samen met haar vriendinnen elke dag kon 'hangen' op school.

Mijn mooie tekst:

Sonata Arctica- Tallulah

Remember when we used to look how sun sets far away?
And how you said: "this is never over"
I believed your every word and I quess you did too
But now you´re saying : "hey, let´s think this over"

You take My hand and pull me next to you, so close to you
I have a feeling you don´t have the words
I found one for you, kiss it seems, say bye, and walk away
Don´t look back cause I am crying

I remember little things, you hardly ever do
Tell me why.
I don´t know why it´s over
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me

You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me
I have a feeling you don´t know what to do
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?

Tallulah, It´s easier to live alone than fear the time it´s over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me ,oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven

I see you walking hand in hand with long-haired drummer of the band
In love with her so it seems, he´s dancing with my beauty queen
Don´t even dare to say you hi, still swallowing the goodbye
But I know the feelings still alive, still alive

I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now
I´ll always love you, no matter what you do
I´ll win you back for me if you give me a chance
But there is one thing you must understand

Tallulah, It´s easier to live alone than fear the time it´s over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me ,oh, Tallulah,
This could be...

[Yvje]

jaren later vond men Yvje terug kansloos hangend voor de buis, met een stoppelbaardje en een blikje bier in haar handen mijmerend en terugdenkend aan die mooie tijd dat ze samen met haar vriendinnen elke dag kon 'hangen' op school.

Zegzeg, wat denk je wel niet van mij  ik lust helemaal geen bier