September
Kor Van der Goten Lyrics

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Nu is september gekomen.
M'n vingers, m'n mond worden bruin.
Nevelen gaan nu bedomen,
M'n lied en m'n levenspuin

Goud worden mijn wegen,
September in elke snaar.
'K Heb zo maar gekregen

Herfst in mijn gitaar.

Bladeren bedekken, bedouwen
Ruïnes van al wat ik wou,
Sprookjeskastelen gaan bouwen,
Maar toen was de lente blauw

Bruin wordt het lied op mijn lippen,
Druiven worden nu wijn.
Zou 'k van de droesem niet nippen?
'T Is goed troubadour te zijn.

Tekst en muziek: KoR Van der Goten

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Kor Van der Goten's song "September" describe the arrival of autumn and how it affects the songwriter's life and music. The first line sets the stage for the upcoming change of the season. As the songwriter's hands and mouth become brown, indicating the ripening of fruits and berries, the mist rises and this marks the beginning of a new chapter. The songwriter observes the world turning gold all around him as September permeates every aspect of his life.

The next verse mentions the veiling of ruins, and the creation of imaginary castles as the songwriter expresses the sadness that he cannot go back in time and fulfill all his dreams. The season however also brings inspiration, and the songwriter's music becomes infused with this autumnal spirit. The transition from summer to fall is creating a change not only in nature but in his emotions, hence the reason why the "Herfst" symbolizes not only the season but also his guitar. Finally, in the last verse, the writer compares the transformation of the grapes into wine, with the changes in his music. As he sips the delights of his harvest, he embraces the beauty of being a troubadour.

Line by Line Meaning

Nu is september gekomen.
The arrival of September is now upon us.

M'n vingers, m'n mond worden bruin.
My fingers and mouth become brown due to the autumn harvest.

Nevelen gaan nu bedomen,
Misty clouds now cover the landscape.

M'n lied en m'n levenspuin
My song and the remains of my life.

Goud worden mijn wegen,
The paths I take now turn to gold.

September in elke snaar.
September resonates in every string of my guitar.

'K Heb zo maar gekregen
I have simply received

Herfst in mijn gitaar.
Autumn in my guitar.

Bladeren bedekken, bedouwen
Leaves cover and moisten

Ruïnes van al wat ik wou,
The ruins of everything I wanted.

Sprookjeskastelen gaan bouwen,
Building fairy tale castles