Biografia:
Wannes van de Velde (born Willy Cecile Johannes Van de Velde) was a Belgian singer, musician, poet and artist who sang mainly in Antwerp dialect. Born on the 29th of April in 1937 he was affected by World War 2, although his childhood was filled with music. He grew up to be an accomplished "Kleinkunst" singer, singing about his neighbourhood, his City, Antwerp.
Wannes was a very good flamenco player as well, and did regular performances all over the Flanders together with Spanish colleagues and flamenco dancers.
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[Verse 1]
Am Em Am
Oorlogsgeleerden, genies van ’t kanon
Em Am
ge bouwt de torpedo en waterstofbom.
F G7 C Em
Ge schuilt achter muren en achter papier
Am Bm7 F Am
maar ik ken al uw kuren, uw stalen manier.
[Verse 2]
Am Em Am
G’ hebt nooit nie gewerkt dan in het bedrijf
Em Am
dat mensen vernietigt en harten verstijft.
F G7 C Em
Ge geeft mij uw wapen, maar ge mijdt mijnen blik
Am Bm7 F Am
en fluiten er kogels, dan schijt ge van schrik.
[Verse 3]
Am Em Am
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
Em Am
You that build the death planes, you that build the big bombs
F G7 C Em Am
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
Bm7 F Am
And I want you to know I can see through your masks.
[Verse 4]
Am Em Am
You that never done nothing, but build to destroy
Em Am
You play with my world like it’s your little toy
F G7 C Em
You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes
Am Bm7 F Am
And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly.
[Verse 5]
Am Em Am
Let me ask you one question, is your money that good
Em Am
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could
F G7 C Em
And I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
Am Bm7 F Am
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
[Verse 6]
Am Em Am
Ge bouwt aan ‘t verderf van leven en land
Em Am
ge steekt met uw streken de wereld in brand.
F G7 C Em
En al kan ’t u nie schelen, dak ulle verwens
Am Bm7 F Am
toch zijde ne vloek in de buurt van ne mens.
[Verse 7]
Am Em Am
Ge zaait uwe waanzin, die koud is en wreed
Em Am
ge foltert m’n kinderen, ge lacht met hun leed.
F G7 C Em
En ik weet dat de schepper het denkbeeld verfoeit
Am Bm7 F Am
dat er menselijk bloed door uw aderen vloeit.
[Verse 8]
Am Em Am
Crepeert voor mijn part en liefst nog vandaag
Em Am
en ik volg uw kist liever rap als te traag.
F G7 C Em Am
En ik zal u zien zakken in de vredige grond
Bm7 F Am F Am
en ik schrijf op uw graven: ‘Gevaarlijken hond’!
Am Em Am
Oorlogsgeleerden, genies van ’t kanon
Em Am
ge bouwt de torpedo en waterstofbom.
F G7 C Em
Ge schuilt achter muren en achter papier
Am Bm7 F Am
maar ik ken al uw kuren, uw stalen manier.
[Verse 2]
Am Em Am
G’ hebt nooit nie gewerkt dan in het bedrijf
Em Am
dat mensen vernietigt en harten verstijft.
F G7 C Em
Ge geeft mij uw wapen, maar ge mijdt mijnen blik
Am Bm7 F Am
en fluiten er kogels, dan schijt ge van schrik.
[Verse 3]
Am Em Am
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
Em Am
You that build the death planes, you that build the big bombs
F G7 C Em Am
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
Bm7 F Am
And I want you to know I can see through your masks.
[Verse 4]
Am Em Am
You that never done nothing, but build to destroy
Em Am
You play with my world like it’s your little toy
F G7 C Em
You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes
Am Bm7 F Am
And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly.
[Verse 5]
Am Em Am
Let me ask you one question, is your money that good
Em Am
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could
F G7 C Em
And I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
Am Bm7 F Am
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
[Verse 6]
Am Em Am
Ge bouwt aan ‘t verderf van leven en land
Em Am
ge steekt met uw streken de wereld in brand.
F G7 C Em
En al kan ’t u nie schelen, dak ulle verwens
Am Bm7 F Am
toch zijde ne vloek in de buurt van ne mens.
[Verse 7]
Am Em Am
Ge zaait uwe waanzin, die koud is en wreed
Em Am
ge foltert m’n kinderen, ge lacht met hun leed.
F G7 C Em
En ik weet dat de schepper het denkbeeld verfoeit
Am Bm7 F Am
dat er menselijk bloed door uw aderen vloeit.
[Verse 8]
Am Em Am
Crepeert voor mijn part en liefst nog vandaag
Em Am
en ik volg uw kist liever rap als te traag.
F G7 C Em Am
En ik zal u zien zakken in de vredige grond
Bm7 F Am F Am
en ik schrijf op uw graven: ‘Gevaarlijken hond’!
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