The complete Nest booklet, typed by Derek Martin , plus the French lyrics of Broken Wing and Adieu Sweet Bahnhof, typed by Pascal Mouret . 1. BROKEN WING NEST JUNE 1995 / WERF, AMSTERDAM The man in the raincoat Waiting for the same boat The woman with the suitcase Looking at his shadow face The man in the raincoat Lifting his hat, he said 'My name is Jones I am an angel' He had a broken wing To the North, through the ice The man with the mirror eyes said 'Where are you going' 'To Turku' the woman said 'From Turku to Tampere Who are you?' 'Let's say I'm just a man You don't meet every day' The fountain of Geneva The station of Helsinki The Foufounes in Montreal You always were beside me The man in the raincoat We're travelling the same road From town to town But now my angel is falling down 2. J.O.S. DAYS IN THE DUTCH MOUNTAINS AUGUST 1987 / WERF, AMSTERDAM The war monument is still standing Between two football fields With the names of the men Killed on the battlefields They were center forwards Keepers and backs They thought they would win It's a family tradition To play in a football team I have nephews, dumb but tall Who, still foetus, kicked the ball I've got flat feet and My knees are weak They all thought it was time To start my J.O.S. days The last war in this country The fighting lasted four days Between the names on this list I see one name again He had my age and my first name He thought he would win Like in his J.O.S days They had too many boys Who wanted to be in a team So in one day in one match You had to prove your ability I was knocked out A real disgrace A break with the family tradition Of the J.O.S. days I can live without a finger I can live without a toe But the head is necessary 3. ADIEU SWEET BAHNHOF ADIEU SWEET BAHNOF MARCH 1984 / SOUNDPUSH, BLARICUM I have been waiting for hours In this train And I'm riding through Brussels In the rain Back to Paris, more or less confused By the shadows of Tractors on the land By the changes in my life I pretend There's a new life waiting there for me I asked myself What sort of books I'd read In a train if I ever felt the need I bought 'My life with Picasso' I think of so many things I'd like to do I will go to the Centre Pompidou There's a still life part of my life too Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof My train of thoughts is leaving, tonight Now like an arrow we're aimed at Gare du Nord Between backs of the houses Streets like fjords And the night falls over Paris So I've come back to The Hotel d'Angleterre I lay down on a double bed and stare At the ceiling, what a feeling (To be back) 4. BIKE IN HEAD HENK FEBRUARY 1986 / WERF, AMSTERDAM Wake me up sunray On this bright sunny summer day Leave my bed, bike in head Clear blue sky, bird and kite On this day time is on my side Someone said 'Bike in head' On a shadow lane between big trees Bike chain spins and frame freezes I have seen the villages in green Meadows cut by ditches in between Lines I've read, bike in head Can't you hear Can't you hear what they say Artis bought an elephant today Is this the real world? Am I alive? 5. NESCIO OMSK DECEMBER 1982 / D.M.C., Baarn Nescio, questo paradiso Nescio, nella bocca del luppo Nescio, Lo straniero Š morto Nescio, questo paradiso I jumped off a bridge And went swimming for hours And nobody, nobody's looking I came to a hotel With double rooms and showers And nobody, nobody's knocking The phone rings on a nightstand Somebody whispers 'Hello' I don't know Too many words after so many miles Nescio, questo paradiso Nescio, questo quadro Š bello 6. THE DREAM HAT SEPTEMBER 1988 / WISSELOORD, HILVERSUM I was walking down A sunny street in town In a dream She was standing In the shadow of a tree In a dream In my dream She invited me Inside her house to see The walls were black Black and white Just like a woodcut Printed down in a dream In my dream And the wheel is turning And the wheel is burning And the wheel sang Oh Oh Oh Oh On the table was a box of mica Where I could see through She said 'Ruby', I said 'Red' To me it looks like honey dew Like your skin too 7. A TOUCH OF HENRY MOORE OMSK JANUARY 1983 / D.M.C. STUDIO, BLARICUM Sometimes I hear the hammer on steel Sometimes I hear the grindstone turn And I am looking Sometimes I see the cool wet stone Sometimes I see the tin white skin And I am looking Looking Hesitating So afraid to touch And there is more to it Than meets the eye knew it A reclining figure Made of brass and steel It's a perfect mixture How I think and feel And there is more to it I know A touch of Henry Moore And Barbara Hepworth Monday on a slow train Outside the falling rain And I am looking 8. MASK URK NOVEMBER 1988 STADSSCHOUWBURG, AMSTERDAM Cover up the pretty faces Cover up the eyes and the lips And the things we like Under a mask Oh what a feeling it is To be alone Under a mask Cover up the angry faces Cover up the hate and the cries And the things we fear Under a mask I wanna know Is this really your face I wanna know Are they really your tears I wanna know I wanna know If I'm looking at a replica Cover up the ugly faces Cover up the hate and the cries And the things we fear Under a mask I want to be alone I want to stay here on my own In the middle of nowhere I hide my body and soul there And now it's your turn to strip bare Cover up slowly Cover up Oh what a feeling it is To be alive Under a mask Cover up slowly Under a mask 9. IN THE DUTCH MOUNTAINS IN THE DUTCH MOUNTAINS AUGUST 1987 / WERF, AMSTERDAM I was born in the valley of bricks Where the river runs high Above the rooftops I was waiting for the cars Coming home late at night From the Dutch mountains I was standing in the valley of rock Up to my belly in an early fog I was looking for the road To a green painted house In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains Mountains I met a woman in the valley of stone She was painting roses On the walls of her home And the moon is a coin With the head of the queen Of the Dutch mountains I lost a button of my shirt today It fell on the ground and It was rolling away Like a trail leading me back To the Dutch mountains I met a miller on the back of a cow He was looking for the wind But he didn't know how I said follow the cloud That looks like a sheep In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains Mountains Buildings 10. BAUHAUS CHAIR HAT SEPTEMBER 1988 / WISSELOORD, HILVERSUM Suddenly you came to see me After all those years You said 'Hello' Time has been a friend In the town without a home I went I'm so alone again I miss the Bauhaus chair Can you turn back All the pages with the photographs Can you see that all the faces All the houses in the town will fade The friends that you have made I take the Bauhaus chair 11. SOAP BUBBLE BOX TING MARCH 1992 / WERF, AMSTERDAM I saw a box in New York Inside the MOMA Clay pipe and cork It's a soap bubble I saw a map of the moon Cut out of camels Tin spoon It's a soap bubble He is walking very slow Through Manhattan In the snow Joseph Cornell I saw an egg painted blue Rhinestones in 4 rows of 2 It's a soap bubble BOX 12. RADIO SHOES GIANT NORMAL DWARF JULY 1990 / WERF, AMSTERDAM Me and my friend and his girlfriend Are swimming in Telephone Lake Where willows are ringing Out of the water a periscope snake says 'Go to the place where The wireless valves break' Me and my friend and his girlfriend Are driving through silence and sound My sister is waving She found a map Full of stations and beams Where the rivers were drawn Like electron streams My friend and his girl hear The Doppler Effect They both disappear in The Infinite Shoeblack Me and my sister drive home With the blues Now we can look for the Radio Shoes How we can look for the Radio Shoes Little red roses fall from heaven Me and my friend and his girlfriend Are skating on Telephone Lake My sister is waiting at home Near the wireless But there is no sound The periscope snake Must have been drowned We melt through the ice And never come back We all disappear in The Infinite Shoeblack Through falling snow we walk home with the blues 13. SKETCHES OF SPAIN KILO OCTOBER 1983 / WISSELOORD, HILVERSUM The streets of Barcelona Are filled with blood and rain The war is rolling over Spain Men and women running With sticks of dynamite Storming stone buildings In the middle of the night They never never stop Never stop In the window near the last 'O' Of the sign 'Hotel Colon' Machine guns sweep The square for fun The rich draw the steel curtains The poor just lock the door They don't want this war no more It never never stops Never stops In the hills round Zaragoza We're waiting to attack A knot of dirty men That shiver round their flag The boredom and the lack of sleep The tin cans in the mud Red is the colour of our blood We never never stop Never stop I have seen the trenches And the blankets on dirt I have seen the tears Upon a farewell letter I have seen the faces That no bullet can hurt I have seen the spirit That no bomb can shatter Knives can cut Fist can beat 14. RED TAPE WORK SEPTEMBER 1981 ARNOLD MšHREN STUDIO, VOLENDAM She was always thinking That the others were the losers And that they could never kill her too This is the official world Now welcome to the papers And the forms are waiting here for you It didn't work at all She couldn't stand or fall Queuing up for counters She was standing there for hours And then someone told her 'It is closed' Bureaucrat, tie and hat Disappearing like a ghost Late at night, the kids in bed She's looking at the TV screen One more night, she's talking to The window of the washing machine 15. THE TRAIN HAT SEPTEMBER 1988 / WISSELOORD, HILVERSUM Once on a cold grey morning I was walking home alone The traffic light in the falling rain The unanswered phone I was so sad and lonely On a lonesome avenue So sad and lonely What could I do Once I opened a drawer In a room of a strange hotel I saw a photograph of you You looked so sad and lonely On a lonesome avenue So sad and lonely What could I do Once in a railway station In the city where I live The windows were like mirrors In this train 'Hey, what you're doing With your life' 16. dA dA dA dA dA dA AUGUST 1993 / WISSELOORD, HILVERSUM I think of the year when she was 16 She charmed the boys out of the trees I saw the moon when I was 15 Fell like a fire into the sea dA dA dA dA dA dA dA dA He smiled at me when he was 50 He turned his head and said goodbye And when he died when he was 65 He left a hole in the sky I think of the year when she was 18 She charmed the words out of my mouth 17. GIANT NORMAL DWARF GIANT NORMAL DWARF AUGUST 1990 / WERF, AMSTERDAM What a beautiful dress You're wearing tonight What a beautiful shoes You have on your feet Do you remember It's a long time ago When the summer was green The winter was snow Cherry-eye, window panes Wonder why it always rains Loot at me I'm getting smaller Vice versa you're growing taller You're an oak tree I'm a flower You are a giant I am a normal dwarf Through the coal mines Of my brain I went From the chambers of my heart I sent you a tanker Filled with sweet perfume - to my one-eyed cyclop - I will never stick a pole in your eye Like the hero of my favourite book It's been on a shelf But it's much too high Don't you see you're growing taller Vice versa I'm getting smaller I'm a pebble, you're a mountain You are a giant I am a normal dwarf When I dance with you I can hold your knees I will polish your shoes Stay with me all winter long And we melt like snow In the last line of this song 18. CARS & CARS TING MARCH 1992 / WERF, AMSTERDAM In the mirrors of this house I've seen your face A thousand times or more In the corners of your room I've seen your face A thousand times or more In the darkness of the town I've seen the wheels a turning I'll be gone In the darkness of your room You've heard the wheels a turning I'll be gone In Cars & Cars Cars & Cars Are going faster In the mirrors of this house I've seen your face A thousand times or more In the darkness of your room You've heard the wheels a turning I'll be gone 19. HOME BEFORE DARK URK NOVEMBER 1988 / STADSSCHOUWBURG AMSTERDAM Another car is stopping for gas Be careful with that burning match The radio is playing Nat King Cole Nat King Cole sings Another stranger turns the wheel I stay behind in silence and I feel The oil on overall and hands Is all that's left, all left for me Better late than never Here come the sunny days You keep your eyes wide open And all I say is Yes yes yes yes yes, me too I'm ready for a kick in the back I'm ready for another hopeless wreck I'm ready for a night so long and black So long and black Better late than never Here come the sunny days I keep my eyes wide open Here come the best years of my life And all I say is Yes yes yes yes yes, me too Another night of counting cars The magazines and candy bars And everybody's driving home They're home, home before dark 20. ROAD NOT TAKEN NEST JUNE 1995 / WERF, AMSTERDAM She was climbing up a mountain So high I could not see her anymore She was standing in a cloud So thick I could not hear her anymore My Angel Queen, you're seventeen You're living in a dream This is the road not taken It's the highway I have crossed But if I am not mistaken I am lost I was climbing up a mountain So high she could not see me anymore I was standing in a cloud So thick she could not hear me anymore So I came to this house Standing in the mud and the dirt She was talking to a man The words I could not hear But they did hurt NITS are HENK HOFSTEDE vocals . guitar . keyboards ROB KLOET drums . percussion ROBERT JAN STIPS keyboards . vocals MARTIN BAKKER standing bass . bass guitar PETER MEURIS violin . percussion PAUL TELMAN sound TOM TELMAN light AAD LINK NITS agency JAN GRENT stage NITS were MICHIEL PETERS vocals . guitar on 3.5.7.13.14 ALEX ROELOFS bass guitar on 14 JOKE GERAETS double bass on 2.6.8.9.10.15.19 PETRA LUGTENBURG vocals on 4 GUESTS LIEVE GEUENS vocals on 2.9.11.16 JOLANDA DE WIT vocals on 2.16 MATHILDE SANTING vocals on 7 FAY LOVSKY vocals on 7 JAAP VAN BEUSEKOM steel guitar on 9 THE AMSTERDAM SAXOPHONE QUARTET on 8.20 DIEUWKE KLEIJN cello on 18 ENGINEERS PAUL TELMAN on 1.2.4.8.9.11.12.14.17.18.19.20 RONALD PRENT on 6.10.15 EMILE ELSEN on 4.13 JAAP EGGERMONT on 3 MICHIEL HOOGENBOEZEM on 8.19 ATTIE BOUW on 16 JOHN SONNEVELD on 5.7 AAD LINK on 14 @SONG: Avec Une Aile Cass\'ee (Hofstede, Kloet, Stips / Hofstede / French Tr. Kent) L'homme avec un manteau Prenait le m\^eme bateau La femme avec la valise Observait sa mine grise L'homme avec un manteau Quitta son chapeau et dit 'Je m'appelle Jones Et je suis un ange' Hohoooohoohooo Avec une aile cass\'ee Dans le Nord dans le blizzard L'homme \`a l'\'etrange regard Demanda 'O\`u allez-vous ?' La femme dit 'A Turku' 'De Turku a Tampere Qui \^etes-vous donc allez' 'Le genre de personne Qui ne ressemble \`a personne' Autour du Lac de Gen\`eve \`A la gare d'Helsinki Aux Foufounes \`a Montr\'eal De partout tu m'as suivi Toi, l'homme avec un manteau M\^emes routes, m\^emes bateaux De ville en ville Mais mon ange, tu es tomb\'e de Haut hoooohoohooo Et ton aile est cass\'ee @SONG: Adieu Sweet Bahnhof (Hofstede / French Tr. Kent) J'ai pass\'e des heur's Et des heur's dans ce train Et j'ai travers\'e Bruxell's en chemin Bient\^ot Paris o je reviens Mais les ombres des tracteurs \`A travers pr\'es Et ma vie qui chang' M'ont un peu troubl\'e Je fais comm'si tout pouvait arriver Je m'demandais quel genr' De livr's j'aim'rais lire Dans un train si j'en \'eprouvais l'd\'esir J'ai pris "Ma vie avec Picasso" Quand je pense \`a toutes ces choses Que j'aim'tant Au Centre Pompidou passer du temps Une nature morte Entre deux mouv'ments Adieu, adieu, sweet bahnhof Le train d'mes pens\'ees s'\'egare Ce soir Telle une fl\`eche me voici Gar' du Nord Entre des rues au maisons Comm' des fjords Et la nuit descend sur Paris \`A l'Hotel d'Angleterr' je suis revenu Dans un lit pour deux, le regard perdu Vers le plafond Quell'sensation, me revoila ! Adieu, adieu, sweet bahnhof Le train d'mes pens\'ees s'\'egare Ce soir Note : I followed a LaTeX-like convention for noting accents. So \^e means e circumflex, \'e means e acute, \`e means e grave, etc...