Als ik terugkijk herinner ik nog goed het moment dat ik in 1971 in m’n
studentenkamer als 19 jarige in het Groningse Haren de film Woodstock, dat
grote festival uit 1969 zag en totaal door m’n dak ging. Ik had zo’n hele oude tv-kast
en het geluid stond maximaal tot ergernis van de omgeving.
Vooral de song van Canned Heat "Going up
the Country" sprak me toen aan en nog steeds met de tekst:
I'm goin' up the country, baby
don't you want to go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' to some place, I've never been before
I'm goin' I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussin' and fightin' man, you know I sure can't stay
So baby pack your leavin' trunk
You know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're goin' I cannot say
But we might even leave the U.S.A.
It's a brand new game, that I want to play
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' to some place, I've never been before
I'm goin' I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussin' and fightin' man, you know I sure can't stay
So baby pack your leavin' trunk
You know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're goin' I cannot say
But we might even leave the U.S.A.
It's a brand new game, that I want to play
No use in your runnin', or
screamin' and cryin'
'Cause you got a home as long as I've got mine
'Cause you got a home as long as I've got mine
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