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Jekyll & Hyde
05:36
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You seem to think you know the answer to everything
I seek the truth within
You try to follow your dreams while you're chased by your nightmares
Creeping underneath your skin
Your thought that love changes all only feeds your bad appetite to please
And turned the world from green to blue
Your love, a fever that longs for more only will nurse disease
Who am I to know what's good?
Am I the one to blame?
Where do we draw the line?
Am I never good enough?
Then I'll still be Jekyll, and you are still my Hyde
You've cut the air with your knife and conceived secularity
And knocked the angel of my perch
Your race for leading a healthy life leads to insanity
No body is a church
Am I the one to blame?
When there is no divide/divine
Why do I still feel ashamed?
Then I'll still be Jekyll, and you are still my Hyde
Show more resilience, deal with the pressure to meet the social norm
Or take the potion to appease
Powder to people to make them all walk down in uniform
Life's too short to waste on speed
You yearn for more and more pleasure but can’t get no satisfaction
It’s a race that can’t be won
Chasing your shadow while now the world needs your compassion
Still nothing will change
until you and me
are one
Are one
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Mmm
On the same road we travel
At a different stop we are
You told me you're not far
you're not far
You told me age was nothing but a number
Yet, it counts
Mmm
To bear same weight but not the burden
is the child of distance made
Same place we destinate
destinate
To have the means, not yet the meaning
Wait 'till it's born
Mmm
You told me that you went to college
but you only went to school
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Cake & Coffee
02:33
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There he stands again, at the foot of the bed
The air is cool, the flowers bloom
The music playing, sad
Thinking of the other day
There was just no other way
Think of him: “What would he say?”: “You’ve had
Too much cake and coffee”
There he stands again, the audience is still
Words on memories and dreams,
they can no more fulfill
Only hours away from dust
The smell of soil and fire
Of wood and humid air and of
Too much cake and coffee
These things bring back friends astray
Leading them in a new way
But higher is the price they pay…
than of all this cake and coffee
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You are holding, a map before you,
The lines are drawn, the journey planned
A quiet house no, one around you
All but continuum is banned.
Touch your dreams, but only lightly
They warn for, what may come true
Touch your letters, with love and romance
Believe it will, happen to you
Dare to live, above the surface
Have no fear of the clouds
Leave your history, move it behind you
Let the tales, become the truth
Let the ones in, who see your beauty
Like he who shines his smile on us.
If the moon could, look down upon you
He wouldn’t see, a darker side
(Soprano saxophone solo by Ralph de Rijke)
Believe in, those who do you good
And leave those who’ve let you down.
Rather to die for some other’s happiness
Than to live for your own pain
Rather to die for another’s happiness
But never live for your own pain.
Never live for
Your own pain
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The clock's been waiting for an hour
and the leaves are turning green
and the light's been waiting for
the switch to make her warmer
and to make the day seem longer.
There are two ways count
time
is a game we play.
Time is a game we play (2x),
There's a man who tells a story
about the world in all its glory
exactly the way he planned
plant the trees in line have made sure
that one can't change what's in our nature.
Making nature fit our
time
is a game we play.
Time is a game we play (2x).
Lady ointments, lashes longer.
Sand her wrinkles make her seem younger.
More runs in
the hourglass
awaits the darkest hour beside her.
Change the clock won't make any lighter.
DST is just another
game we play.
Time is a game we play (4x).
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6. |
Once Again (Acoustic)
03:07
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I am right back where I started
Had my hopes up once again
From another love I parted
From another height I fell
Through too long a time apart
Lost another piece of heart
Lying in bed, holding a pillow,
pretending that it's you, my friend,
lying in my arms again.
Some might see in everything a sign
while the other ones feel pain.
In the future one sees sunshine
while the other one feels rain.
What was yesterday in bloom,
can today turn into gloom.
Lying in bed, holding a pillow,
pretending that it's you my friend,
lying in my arms again.
We all know the Rolling Stones
on which no moss will ever settle
Always drawn by the unknowns
but through erosion leaves a pebble
There no need to be a greater savant
To realise you can't always get what you want
So better never loved at all
than to have loved or have lost.
Losing always wins from winning
and I'm the one who bites the dust
Once again fell off the cart.
I'm a stone made out of heart.
Lying in bed, holding a pillow,
pretending that it's you my friend,
lying in my arms again.
Lying in bed, holding a pillow,
pretending that it's you my friend,
lying in my arms again.
Lying in my arms again.
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Bram Van Langen Amsterdam, Netherlands
Dutch songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. Off stage, Bram looks for calm and quiet places to collect his thoughts and
escape from the pressure of our loud modern world.
Bram is a thinker, sensitive to the smallest gestures and moments - in his music this translates to carefully weighed notes, and words chosen for their sound and cadence as much as their meaning, warm, mesmerizing harmonies.
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