Covers diel twa: Neil Young!

As it dochs net te kearen is, dan ha 'k noch wol in idee foar it kommende projekt. Neil Young. It is fansels flokken yn tsjerke, mar hawar. Om in idee te jaan fan wat der foar kânsen lizze: Rockin' yn de ôffaloven!
Gewoan meisjonge, dit stiet oar jier yn de Fryske top hûndert! Foar bands dy't ynteresearre binne? Skilje nei Frisse Wind yn Hâns, en lit se in poepke rûke, de tekst krije jim fergees. ( in pear flessen wyn is ek goed )

There's colors on the street                    Witsto wat it is
Red, white and blue                               It rûkt hjir net sa fris
People shufflin' their feet                        Minsken rinne op de wei
People sleepin' in their shoes                   Minsken sjogge net sa blij
But there's a warnin' sign                        Der is in rare sfear,
on the road ahead                                 minsken sitte yn it near
There's a lot of people sayin'                   Der binne in stik as wat dy’t sizze
we'd be better off dead                         lit my hjir no mar lizze.
Don't feel like Satan,                              It stjonkt hjir as in kring,
but I am to them                                  wat moatte we mei dat ding
So I try to forget it,                               Dus de brân deryn
any way I can.                                      sa gau ast kin!

Keep on rockin' in the free world,            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world             Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world,            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world.            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke!

I see a woman in the night                     Ik sjoch in mantsje op it lân
With a baby in her hand                         Mei in boekje yn de hân
Under an old street light                        Yn it moanneljocht

Near a garbage can                               Wa hie dat tocht
Now she puts the kid away,                   Hy laket hiel gemien,
and she's gone to get a hit                    en hy klapt it boekje ticht
She hates her life,                                 It ferrekt him neat,
and what she's done to it                      want syn namme stiet noteard
There's one more kid                            Dat is wat er woe
that will never go to school                    It doel fan syn relaas
Never get to fall in love,                         lit dat domme folk mar janke
never get to be cool.                            Hy is de baas!

Keep on rockin' in the free world,            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world             Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world,            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world.            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke

We got a thousand points of light           We ha wol hûnderttûzen wetten,
For the homeless man                           foar de gewoane man
We got a kinder, gentler,                      We ha in pracht systeem

Machine gun hand                                 Ja, dêr net fan
We got department stores                     We ha politisy genôch,
and toilet paper                                    dy’t net nei ús harkje
Got styrofoam boxes                             We ha neat mear yn te bringen,
for the ozone layer                                sa gean dy dingen
Got a man of the people,                       Se ha ús yn de skjirre,                          
says keep hope alive                              en se keare net werom
Got fuel to burn,                                   Se dogge har ding
got roads to drive.                                 en wy binne dom!

Keep on rockin' in the free world,            lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world             lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world,            lit dy ôffaloven stjonke
Keep on rockin' in the free world!            Lit dy ôffaloven stjonke!