Banksy

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.

The sun don't shine in your TV

Voornamelijk grijs

Zomer
Je hebt me verlaten
Je wou er niet over praten
Opeens was je weg

Zomer
Ik wil je nog eens ontmoeten
Oh schenk me wat sproeten
En geef me wat kleur

Zomer
Nu snap ik pas wat je me vertelde
Je snikte: het maïs is van de velden
Dat is het laatste wat je zei

© Roosbeef

Villa achterwerk is 25 jaar en de bom