Key of Gold

WV2174/2025

Watercolours, ink & coloured pencils on Steinbach paper.

 

"....

Lamplighters silently move through the night

He plays his hurdy-gurdy before their hairy faces

Sleep soundly, slumber softly

A paladin with his soldiers

Stays listening to him for a moment

Yet his dish remains empty, they laugh

Only a girl remains, talking

A thin girl of pleasure

 

Why don't you play another song?

Your eyes and your mouth are cold

I don't know the chorus

I wear a key of gold on my breasts

The light in my eye is a star that fades

I can't be like this

 

Master Prikkebeen, Master Prikkebeen

People walk past him

He remains alone, Master Prikkebeen..."

 

PRIKKEBEEN - Boudewijn de Groot, 1967 (translated excerpt)

Done