{title: No purpose} {artist: Frans-Willem Post} {time: 3/4} {tempo: 130} {key: Cm} {meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06} {meta: url https://fwiep.nl/muziek/achter-de-naas-aa} {start_of_part: Intro} [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [F] [Ab] [Bb] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [F] [Ab] [Bb] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [F] [Ab] [Bb] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [F] [Ab] [Bb] [Eb] [Ab] [Bb] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} sing a song and you'll be in there too just like all the other ones, melodies music is what makes you wonder who makes them up, the different tunes and pleasantries you wonder who {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} starting off a thought in someone's mind sparkling into evermore, Saturday inspiration is not hard to find but half way through the week it's come and gone away it's gone away {end_of_verse} {start_of_part: Bridge} [C] [G] [C] [G/B] [Am]sun[G]day [F]one-[G]way, [Am]peace[G]ful [F]fun [G]day [F]once [Em]more [Dm]bef[Em]ore, [F]just [Em]in [F]time [G]for {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} waiting to be picked up off a shelve just as it was left alone, laying there bound to once be turned into itself for now it just remains aboard to anywhere yet no-one hears yet no-one hears {end_of_verse} # Endless circles, curved and bent, twisted lines to reach an end # Round and round, around they go, some are sound but some don't know # Squares and spheres their next of kind, none of which are like the wind # Once an infantlike a dot, baby's too yet some are not # Fleeing thrice, go back and forth, all they know that's what it's for # Centre's equal, all the same, everyone which has no name # Show yourself and bake a pi, draw an 'O' and make it fly