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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen's Pleasure
Queen's Pleasure
Performer
Jurre Otto
Jurre Otto
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jurre Otto
Jurre Otto
Songwriter
Samuel Rubinstein
Samuel Rubinstein
Songwriter
Jelmer van Os
Jelmer van Os
Songwriter
Teun Putker
Teun Putker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frans Hagenaars
Frans Hagenaars
Producer

Lyrics

I read it on the pages through my tensed up dirty hands The dustiest of chapters about the spread of stolen land And I'm sure I wasn't meant to but I did profit from their cries And I don't have a good word for you if we talk about the lies The religious excuses make a grey mess of it all 'Cause you got famous at the gates of every European hall You were not a victim then and you feel fine to let it bleed But you are chewing on the people with statues as your teeth And I know it now seems funny that we used to be so great The kingdom of dying people, queen of butchering the maids But tell me 'bout it all, the VOC and mister Graal And rip the pages out the books for us to see and show them all But my eyes adored you too Like I always knew My eyes could fool me too Now it's unveiling you My You got famous in New York You got famous in Bali Don't want to hear your problems While you were conquering the seas So cover me in wine 'Cause golden things are meant to shine Shining as the carriage misconstrues the meaning of our time So paint me a picture until I bleach you out Show me colours so I could ease all the things that make me proud But you tried to burn the pages and hang them before they fall 'Cause being history's villains doesn't look nice on your wall But my eyes adored you too Like I always knew My eyes could fool me too Now it's unveiling you My eyes adored you too Like I always knew And I adored you I read it on the pages through my tensed up dirty hands The dustiest of chapters about the spread of chartered land You were not a victim then and you feel fine to let it bleed But you are chewing on the people with statues as your teeth And I'm sure I'm not supposed to but I still feel a form of pride But I never make excuses for the pain and for the lies Yeah, I look at them hide behind a statue of a saint So what comes after the past if it's still wet from the paint? My eyes adored you too My eyes adored you too My eyes adored you too My eyes adored you too
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