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Qualm
(Bloem/van Reenen)
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She may be called Confiance, she may be nicknamed Bird
She may be going slow or be by dieselmotor hurled
I'll rename her Bugger Off and take her out of here
Avenging fury, scournfully ploughing through the atmosphere

Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom

She'd bear me blissfully through unwide long canals
Across great seas, obeying none but me, and her beloved Baals
Every mile would take a while to drop into the widening gap
But drop it would, the way the water always should, into the earth's lap

Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom

Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don't give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can't I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?

And if the ship falls short of reaching me in time
I'll have to find a plane or train to take me from the grime
A car, a bus, well anything in fact could do the work
Anything to get away, to split the homefront mirk

Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom

Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don't give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can't I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?

And if I never find a means of transportation
I'll try to fly away myself by means of levitation
If Buddha fails then God prevails
And I will steal the Popemobile
Anything that moves at all is fit to be my carriage
Anything to save me from my marriage
From my marriage

Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom

Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don't give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can't I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?