Black Feather

Wende Snijders


The king in the bedroom is painting black feathers
He’s painting black feathers on a beautiful day
The maid in the bedroom is counting her colors
She’s counting her colors in a world full of greys
Lose it all (5x)

Two hands on her body
He asked her not to shout no no no no
Why don’t we sell Jesus
Or is he sold out.
Lose it all (5x)


Your daughter, your shoulders
Your wishes, your soul
Your mother, your flowers
Your guts and your name
Your mouth and your money
Your father, your wife
Your pride and your silence
Your blood and your life
Lose it all (6x)

The maid in the bedroom is counting her colors
It’s a great day for hunting
In this world full of greys.