Oh ja….zo kwamen de bandjes ook ons stadje binnen eind jaren zestig. Ik was ook een hippie❤️🥀🌺🌸🌹🌼🍀
@MarcXisme2 жыл бұрын
Ik wil je bedanken voor jou mooie nummer Luna. Mijn dochter (Luna) is overleden en ik heb hier echt, heel veel aan gehad. Zowieso hou, ik, van jou, gedichten. Mooie teksten van een nog mooier mens Dank je wel ernst
@BasVossen6 жыл бұрын
Laat het gevoel van die tijd maar snel terugkeren, om lang te mogen blijven. Bedankt Ernst!
@RastaSaiyaman4 жыл бұрын
Ik ben een Gen X. Hippies waren onze ouders. Maar toch ik moet een traantje laten bij het horen van dit nummer.
@erwingommer54934 жыл бұрын
Ik ben en blijf een hippie juist in deze tijd
@ernabu5 жыл бұрын
Mooi nummer... Leuk boek ook, Neerkant, met plezier, flashbacks en nostalgie uitgelezen!
@MarcvanVlodrop5 ай бұрын
Dit is ernst.....
@kingdommelodies2 жыл бұрын
Ik vraag me al jaren af of Ernst zijn synthesizers heeft bewaard: - Korg Trident - Roland Jupiter 6 en 8 - Yamaha DX 7 Of dat er nog iets van de andere 'toetsenbatterij' over is: - Farfisha orgel - Yamaha CP piano Jakob Klaase nam een jaar of 10 geleden nog een analoge synthesizer mee 'on stage' (Sequential prophet 5) maar zijn oude Oberheim OB(X) heb ik eveneens nooit meer gezien . . .
@roybakker12056 жыл бұрын
vaandeldragers waren het , en zijn het nog steeds . love y all royB
@s.rietveld74355 жыл бұрын
Mooie muziek en een mooi verhaal
@paludarecords6 жыл бұрын
Zo prachtig mooi en waardevol voor dit land
@hanzzz23036 жыл бұрын
Ik ben geloof ik ook wel een hippie; mooi man.
@jezuslookslikeme6 жыл бұрын
Het is wel weer eens tijd voor een paar mooien idealen 😐. Mooi beeld E! We zijn er nog steeds hoor die hippies met gitaar hahaha.
@roosbelinfante12986 жыл бұрын
Raakt me diep...
@anasac336 жыл бұрын
Can anyone send me lyrics for this song? :)
@RastaSaiyaman4 жыл бұрын
Here's what the song says. I translated the lyrics as closely as possible I remember that old house A farm in the province of Brabant When us weary travelers from Holland Made our home there As we arrived In the later part of the sixties Just some boys and their guitars Left our childhood homes forever. With the forests surrounding us, we were convinced that we would be the ones who could relieve the dept we owed to the world and each other That our ideal could turn to tide and stop people to fight over power and capital. There were seven of us As we started constructing our rooms Using our sledge hammers To knock the walls out of the barn Oh the winter was cold and brutal But we always kept on going As we used those months To create our own castle of dreams. I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe We played everywhere Everywhere we could Sang until our throats were raw At every party and every festival In those little pieces of paradise on earth we were always richly rewarded by the dancing naked girls And everybody was stoned Make love not war Was what we truly believed in It was the sermon that we preached To everybody willing to listen And we would pull all-nighters Sitting by the bonfire playing songs, telling spooky stories until the dawn came around. I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe It's over World peace proved impossible to achieve Tired of our battles We ended up moving back in our old homes With our feet planted firmly on the ground below us Our castle now abandoned Where the cold wind blows and only cobwebs remain. But now in my final hour I would give everything to have just one moment Find myself once more at the bonfire My friends surrounding me as we sing those songs Tell those stories To live that ideal that you will never lose in the end I was a Hippie Which is what I used to be I was a Hippie I still am, maybe
@anasac333 жыл бұрын
@@RastaSaiyaman I just noticed your response. Thank you so much, I love this song!
@RastaSaiyaman3 жыл бұрын
@@anasac33 You're welcome. Here's some more songs of his you should check out. - Luna Mijn - Molenbeek straat - Als een vrouw