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In juni stonden we met onze voorstelling The Secret Diary of Nora Plain op Oerol Terschelling, samen met zangeres Nora Fischer & drummer Remco Menting.
Samen met ons dream team bouwden we de zaalvoorstelling om tot een multimediaal spektakel in de duinen: regisseur Titus Tiel Groenestege, lichtontwerper Maarten Warmerdam (theatermachine), videokunstenaar Jurjen Alkema (met hulp van Wieger Steenhuis), geluid door Koen Keevel (met hulp van Oscar), kostuums door Patricia Lim , productie Nora Hulsink  en natuurlijk de muziek van Morris Kliphuisen teksten van Lucky Fonz III.

Omdat we op de stormavond geen kans hadden de tekstboekje uit te delen na afloop, zijn deze hieronder nog eens rustig na te lezen. Hopelijk genieten jullie net zo na als wij!

Voorlopig laatste kans om Nora Plain te zien: za 21 juli, 21.45u Wonderfeel, ’s Graveland
www.wonderfeel.nl

Oerol 2018, foto’s: Nichon Glerum

The Secret Diary of Nora Plain
A song cycle


1 I did some things

 

I did some things

It was a long time ago

It’s water under the bridge

But I did some things

 

I did some things

It was nothing

Nothing really nothing

That was then

Now is now

Just one of those things

 

I was young

Maybe too young

Forget about me

Let bygones be bygones be bygones

 

2 Today the elm seeds came

 

Today the elm seeds came

To drape the streets in white

Today my simple name

Set no-one’s lips alight

 

No soul did make a sound

No mirror called for love

Today I simply walked around

To see the seed, and sing thereof

 

Back and forth between

What is and what can be

Today a bird is seen

To fly so bold and free

 

3 He promised to watch over me

 

He promised to watch over me

He promised to watch over me

 

He pulled me up against his chest

And said ‘my darling, can’t you see’

My arms were made to hold you

And my knees they do get weak

When I think of you as older

I almost cannot speak

 

He promised to watch over me

He promised to watch over me

 

The world will be around you

The way my arms are now

Think of me as someone

With arms so wide and tall

The one forgotten fortress

That never came to fall

 

4 As a child

 

As a child you feel invisible

When you cover your own face

Now you see me now you don’t

Until they put you in your place

 

And you learn to look upon yourself

As a sight to behold

And before you even understand

You are already too old

 

So I sing my song for some sort of

Invisible form of you

If beauty is in the beholder’s eye

Then evil must be too

 

They are south across the border

They are high up in the cloud

They have eyes and ears and hands and arms

They never have a mouth

 

Am I a dancer in a movie?

Am I a laboratory beast?

Is a word too much to ask for?

An echo at the least?

 

So I sing my song for some sort of

Invisible form of you

If beauty is in th’ beholder’s eye

Then evil must be too

 

 

5 Keyhole here

 

Keyhole here

Keyhole there

Eyes electric

Eyes so fair

Deep recorders

Under floors

Holes in walls

Doors in doors

 

Mirror mirror

Monitors

Soft surrender

Subtle force

Ghost above

Ghost in me

Ghost police

Police me

 

Drones a-diving

Dreams abound

Seventeen acres

Shocked by the sound

Of the cold hard rain

Sweeping away

At the very foundation

Of what I would say

 

If I had my choice

If I had my chance

If I had my voice

If I could have it again

 

6 I feel like I’m in school

 

I feel like I’m in school

With masters at the head

Or in some kind of theatre

Where everything I’ve said

Is weighed for what it’s worth

Like nuggets on a scale

What’s to tip the balance?

When is it I fail?

When is it I fail?

 

Is it having talked too much?

Is it having been too small?

Is it having been too wicked?

Is it having been at all?

A soul inside the camera

A heart behind the web

A soul is on the line

 

You tap tap tap

 

I thought I had one father

But I guess I have many more

I have a father to be punished by

And a father to adore

And a father to keep me safe at night

from the fathers at my door

with their pitchforks and their torches

and all their longing for

My body of expression

They’ll throw me in a lake!

They’ll drown me if I’m innocent

And if I’m not, they burn me

Burn me at the stake

 

7 Rat in my room

 

There is a rat in my room

There is a rat in my room

There is a rat in my room

I can hear it

 

I hear its feet in the middle of the night

I hear its feet in the middle of the night

 

Chop its head off with an axe

Set its head and tail on fire

Whack it with a rusty nail

Choke it with a piece of wire

Throw it off the balcony

Put the poison on the floor

Stab it deep inside its head

Beat its head against the door

Smack it with it a baseball bat

Suck the life out of its soul

Slash it with a dirty knife

Turn its heart into a hole

Smoke it out, take it down

Hang it from the highest tree

Beat it, beat it, beat it up

Let it never ever come for me

Go to it and shake it up

Listen up you dirty rat

 

Maybe I will let you live a little

Then shoot you through your fucking head

 

I came home late at night

 

I came home late at night

He said ‘are you my child?’

I said ‘what do you mean?’

He said ‘you’d only understand

If you saw what I have seen’

He said ‘you’d only understand

If you saw what I see now’

 

9 To be watched

 

To be watched

Is to be touched

 

10 Here is my arm

 

Here is my arm

Here is my hand

Here is my body

Right where I stand

 

Is that not enough?

How much do you need?

My lips or my ears

My neck or my feet?

 

Come closer to me then

Come closer, stand near

Peek at these freckles

Right next to my ear

 

Small little spots

The size of a pin

Tips of the pyramids

Under my skin

 

Now sing of the valleys

Sing of the hill

Sing of the hollows

A lover may fill

 

Sing of the Nile

That from finger to toe

Waters the flowers

You ask me to show

 

Sing of the backbones

Sing of the sea

Sing of the whole world

But don’t sing of me

But don’t sing of me

Don’t sing of me

 

11 Today I made a doll

 

Today

I made a doll

In the image of me

To sing and dance

On CCTV

Instead of me

 

Today

I built an altar

For me and my secret groom

I placed it

In the back of a dark room

A dark darkroom

 

Today

I turn around my mirror

Hoping that you will see

Whatever it is you look for

When you are looking at me

 

 

 

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