Sleen is a village in Drenthe, Netherlands of about 2500 people. Sleen has been inhabited for centuries. Much ancient history can be found in the area, particularly in the forests (which are planted, though). At birth and during the Republiek der Zeven Verenigde Nederlanden (Republic of the Seven United Netherlands (1581–1795)). Sleen became the capital of one of the six “dingspels” (administrative areas) of Drenthe. When Drenthe was recognised as a province, Sleen became a municipality capital, before it merged into the municipality of Coevorden.
Sleen has a 450-year-old church. At about 56 meters, it is the highest church in the entire province. Nowadays, it functions as a Dutch Reformed Church. There is also another Protestant church in the village.
Nowadays, Sleen has its own supermarket (behind the former police station), library, fish shop, cafés, a few other shops, hair salons, petrol station, sports park, horse riding school, houses for the elderly, and other facilities. There are also two schools: CBS “de Fontein” (Christian primary school) and OBS “de Akker” (public primary school).
Green gardens, cold Montreal
Crooked pictures that hang in the hall
It's the golden day, golden day, gold, you recall on cue
Oooh, it's old news.
When the world revolved around you, yeah
Faculty members agreed to a certain degree
And the girl that followed the rules, yeah
Looked good on paper, but lacked a central theme
The coffee could use more cream
Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed
And all of the days spent close to your crowd were few
To the girl that followed the rules, yeah
It looked good on paper, and gave it a college try
Now the ink and her humour is dry
Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed
And all of the days spent close to her crowd are through
Oooh, it's the truth