Lyrics
De zoute zee slaakt een diepe zilte zucht.
(De salty sea lets out a long, briny sigh)
Boven het vlakke land trilt stil de warme lucht.
Boven het vlakke land trilt stil de warme lucht.
(Over the flat land, the warm air vibrates silently)
Iemand slaat soms onverwacht maar zeker op de vlucht.
Iemand slaat soms onverwacht maar zeker op de vlucht.
(Certainly sometimes somebody will
flee unexpectedly)
Alarmfase Twee is hier nauwelijks nog berucht.
Alarmfase Twee is hier nauwelijks nog berucht.
(Alert 2 is hardly
notorious here anymore)
Maar men weet het niet en zwijgt van wat men hoort en ziet
Maar men weet het niet en zwijgt van wat men hoort en ziet
(But one doesn't know, and keeps
silent about what one hears and sees).
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
(Here at the coast, the
Zeelandic coast)
Waar de mensen onbewust. Zin in mosselfeesten krijgen
Waar de mensen onbewust. Zin in mosselfeesten krijgen
(Where the people unconsciouscly feel like having
musselfeasts)
En van eten slechts nog zwijgen. Als ze zat zijn en voldaan
En van eten slechts nog zwijgen. Als ze zat zijn en voldaan
(And they keep silent about food. When they are drunk
and satisfied)
Dan weer rustig slapen gaan.
Dan weer rustig slapen gaan.
(They go to sleep)
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
(Here at the coast, the Zeelandic coast)
Waar een ieder onbewust
Waar een ieder onbewust
(Where everybody
unconsciouscly)
In het Duits wordt aangesproken. Waar de ketting is gebroken.
(Is adressed in German. Where the chain is broken)
In het Duits wordt aangesproken. Waar de ketting is gebroken.
(Is adressed in German. Where the chain is broken)
En alle schepen zijn verbrand.
(And all the ships are
burnt)
Maar er is niets aan de hand
Maar er is niets aan de hand
(But everything is OK).
Vlissingen ademt zwaar en moedeloos vannacht.
Vlissingen ademt zwaar en moedeloos vannacht.
(Vlissingen breathes
heavily and despondently tonight)
De haven is verlaten, want er is nog maar een vracht
De haven is verlaten, want er is nog maar een vracht
(The port is abandoned,
because there is just one freight left)
En die moet in het donker buitengaats worden gebracht.
En die moet in het donker buitengaats worden gebracht.
(And it has to be
brought ashore in the dark)
Gedenkt de goede tijden van zuiverheid en kracht.
Gedenkt de goede tijden van zuiverheid en kracht.
(Remember the good
times of purity and power)
Maar men weet het niet
Maar men weet het niet
(But one does not know
it)
En zwijgt van wat men hoort en ziet.
En zwijgt van wat men hoort en ziet.
(And keeps silent about what one hears and sees)
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
(Here at the coast, the Zeelandic coast)
Waar de zomer onbewust.
Waar de zomer onbewust.
(Where the summer unconsciously)
Met een noodgang wordt genoten.
Met een noodgang wordt genoten.
(Is enjoyed immensely)
En waar wild en onverdroten
En waar wild en onverdroten
(And where wildly and assidiously)
Iedereen zijn gang kan gaan.
Iedereen zijn gang kan gaan.
(Everybody can do what
he wants)
Tot men zat is en voldaan
Tot men zat is en voldaan
(Untile one is drunk
and satisfied)
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
Hier aan de kust, de Zeeuwse kust
(Here at the coast, the Zeelandic
coast).
Waar de liefde van de lust
Waar de liefde van de lust
(Where love will keep
on)
Steeds maar weer zal gaan verliezen.
Steeds maar weer zal gaan verliezen.
(Being beaten by lust)
Omdat ze nooit kan kiezen
Omdat ze nooit kan kiezen
(Because she can't ever choose)
Tussen goed en niet zo kwaad.
Tussen goed en niet zo kwaad.
(Between good and not so
evil)
Maar het is zoals het gaat.
Maar het is zoals het gaat.
(But it is at it goes)
Hier aan de kust.
Hier aan de kust.
(Here at the coast)
Holy hell. Blof is famous for writing gibberish lyrics, but this is horrible even by their own standards. At a most basic level, they seem not to know how to use conjunctions in a proper way. They also try to be poetic by juxtaposing or connecting two terms that are opposites of one another. It can obviously be poetic, but not in the way Blof does it here. "Certainly sometimes somebody will flee unexpectedly" is an example of how this attempt at poetry only produces nonsense. That lyric is also pretty exemplary for another reason. As it is the case with many other lyrics, it is entirely unclear what the purpose of it is in the song as a whole, or what they really want to say with it. Having said that, I find this a pretty enjoyable song, and musically it is probably Blof's best. I linked it to a movie about the most famous event involving Zeeland.
The Movie: The Storm (De Storm) (Ben Sombogaart, 2009)
De Storm was marketed as the first Dutch blockbuster. It's quite fitting than that the so-called Watersnoodramp in 1953 was chosen as the subject for it. On the night of January 31 the province of Zeeland was struck by an enormous flood, that eventually caused the deaths of 1836 people in the Netherlands (about 300 more died in England). Unsurprisingly this has become a defining moment in Dutch history. Not only because it was one of the biggest natural disasters to struck the nation, but also because it led to the Dutch becoming the leading experts in the world on water protection. The disaster led to the construction of the Delta works, a series of, to quote Wikipedia, "dams, sluices, locks, dykes, levees and storm surge barriers" that serve to protect the Dutch coast from the water of the North Sea. The Delta works are technological marvels, and are considered one of the most important and revolutionary technological constructions in modern history. So if one Dutch event deserves to get a blockbuster treatment it is this one. It's therefore quite unfortunate that De Storm isn't a better movie. It's certainly not bad, but there was clearly potential here for something much better.
To be fair though, the movie achieves what is most important. It manages to convey the enormity of the disaster. And especially the opening scenes are quite exceptional. One of the opening shots is a simple one of a resolute, spirited young woman (main character Julia, played by Sylvia Hoeks) riding a bike through the storm. It's a rather perfect image to start a movie such as this. It's a distinctly Dutch image. At the same time it's a simple and straightforward evocation of the Dutch national identity, or rather of what the Dutch believe the Watersnoodramp says about their national identity. It doesn't take long until the storm really severs, and we see a rather impressive scene in which Julia, her baby, her sister and her mother hide in their farmhouse trying to hide from the rising water. They fail, the water rises up to the upper floor, and Julia's sister and her mother drown. In the next scene marine Aldo, stationed in the north of Holland (Barry Atsma) flies in by helicopter trying to find his mother and brother. We get a couple of helicopter shots showing the devastation of Zeeland. It's quite a chilling scene especially once the pilot exclaims that 'Zeeland has ceased to exist'. Obviously Zeeland still exists, but the movie shows that this was a not unreasonable thought to have at the time. Also in just two scenes the movie has very effectively shown the devastation of the flood both on an individual and a national level. So the start is promising especially once Julia accidentally floats away from her baby, nearly drowns, and is saved by Aldo, who doesn't realize she has a baby. She is taken to a hospital, and when she gets to her senses, she starts searching for her lost baby together with Aldo. This is basically the perfect, simple setup for such a film. It also has two sympathetic, good actors (Hoeks, more so than Atsma), so nothing can go wrong you think. Unfortunately a lot goes wrong, especially at the end.
The movie complicates stuff needlessly. Besides just being a blockbuster it also wants to say something about life in the Zeelandic village communities in the 1950's. It presents a society which is still very much ruled by Protestant norms and values. So Julia, as a single mother, is shunned by the other villagers and seen as a disgrace to her family. This is why her father refuses to speak to her or look at her baby. Matters become even more complicated when it turns out that Aldo is the brother of the father of Julia's baby, who was to be her husband, only left her the moment he found out she was pregnant. All these people eventually meet at a hotel where many of the survivors are being sheltered. It becomes immediately clear to the audience that Julia's baby is here too, and who has it, and why. Yet the movie keeps sending Julia and Aldo out in a boat to search for her baby all over Zeeland.. This leads to very dull scenes, which mostly consist of Julia and Aldo bickering/making up while rowing aimlessly in a boat. Eventually Julia and Aldo give up the search, only for the movie to cut to 1971 and a ceremony where the heroes of 1953 are ordained. In these final 10 minutes of the movie the exact things happen you expect to happen, in the way you expect them to happen. It's clear that the movie wanted to be a dramatic/romantic epic and a blockbuster. For a blockbuster it's needlessly complicated, and for an epic it is heavily underwritten. The movie should have gotten rid of the dramatic developments and be a simple story of survival, or it should have fleshed out these developments more. Now it tries to be two things at once, and (although it's always engaging) it doesn't fully succeed as either.