Every first Monday of the month, exactly at noon, they test the air defense sirens in the Netherlands. This sound of alarm has become part of our life, something that you hardly notice anymore.
The past years have not been easy. Both this virus ridden 18 months and the time before, I have collected a long list of losses; if this list was a loyalty card, I would be due hefty discounts already. And you know how it goes with traumas, after a while they harden you, make you more resilient, but also number. If you read breaking news everyday, the announcements turn into background noise, and after a while you don’t even click on the link.
So here I am, hardier and number, recovering from trauma and re-learning to care. And as a part of this, please enjoy my new song, as a tribute to a time that is hopefully over.
Listening to sirens again
What is it they’re trying to say?
It’s a long list of losses
It’s a cruel recital to play.
Requiem above the rooftops
Is covering the heartbeat again
I go on dancing to sirens
To break my holy silence
Since the day they closed the discos
Every moment feels the same
No one bats an eye to drama
No one cares to play the game
Requiem above the rooftops
Is covering the heartbeat again
I go on dancing to sirens
To break my holy silence
(They closed the discos, the shops, the restaurants, the bars
My heart, my eyes and the ways to the parks
So I’ll just go on dancing, while nobody sings
Cause these were a few of my favorite things)
Good morning, nothingness! 