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1. Hide and Seek
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Ready or not – I am coming,
and I know you’re there.
Deep in a barroom, in a faceless crowd, wherever.
I don’t care.
Don’t need a number, don’t need a name.
It’s getting dark and I know the game.
Oh, you say why you’re hiding.
Wanna keep it clean.
Deep in the shadows, in your hideaway, you’re peering
‘round the scene.
Night‘s getting cold, I know what you do,
cos‘ I‘m in the shadows too.
I’m counting
and I’ll get you tonight, bet I’m right.
Behind a tree, behind a car.
You can’t be, can’t be that far
But baby, don’t you wait for me.
You can come out, whereever you are.
Find the jackpot - get the shove:
it’s hide-and-seek in the yard of love.
Don’t need a number, don’t need a name.
It’s getting dark and I know the game.
I’m counting
and I’ll get you tonight, bet I’m right.
Behind a tree, behind a car.
You can’t be, can’t be that far
But baby, don’t you wait for me.
You can come out, whereever you are.
3. Lost Romance
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
There was a little voice inside
that told me not to move too fast.
Better play it cool and keep it light.
I didn’t have a notion then
how long a little crush would last,
hidden all those years – until tonight.
Stuck in a bar crowd, waiting for the shots,
you saw me lookin’ and I saw you lookin’
and then, we connected the dots.
Guess we won’t get another chance..
Say no more – and dance….
Together in the summer sand,
a spark of love is hard to miss,
burning in the corner of an eye.
I see a little movie house,
a school dance with a stolen kiss.
Don’t know if we ever said goodbye.
Where’s in life the key for cut-‘n-paste?
You have your homebase and I have my homebase,
it’s too much of value to waste.
Let’s celebrate a lost romance..
Say no more – and dance….
Haven’t we met, by any chance?
Well, say no more – and dance….
5. Marram Grass
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
From between the tufts of marram grass
the summer air
takes every dream along to everywhere.
And sand’s at rest – in my hour-glass.
All around the world is running on,
but without me.
Enchanted by the rustling of the sea,
I’ll soon forget– that you are gone…
A simple fit,
we weren’t out to it.
It just came to pass,
between the tufts, the tufts of marram grass.
Now I’m dozing off in paradise.
Birds full of fun,
the smell of seaweed drying in the sun.
And I dream away, far beyond the skies.
Lifebell’s ringing – but I skip the class
between the tufts, the tufts of marram grass.
2. Different Eyes
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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A young girl plays at sea,
and I am moved somehow
that someone, long ago,
made her look at me.
I found her on a shelf.
I blew the dust away
to give the tape a go.
The girl is out of focus, but I know:
I’m looking at myself.
Along the way we leave
images of life,
to tell us where we‘ve been
and that we still survive.
I’ve seen this girl before.
The prints are still the same
and fun to recognize.
But they are different too, because those eyes…
don’t have them anymore.
Along the way we leave
images of life.
They tell us where we‘ve been
but not where we’ll arrive.
I tell ye ...
I found our photos too.
A couple in the snow,
the wine, a smile at me.
And thinking back, I wonder what I see
now that I look at you.
4. Tomorrow is Another Day
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Her room’s a mess, but she’s not in the mood.
The wind is getting up, the waves are good.
She hangs loose with the crew,
a darling waternymph - out in the blue.
She paddles out, in the morning sun,
and joins the line-up, waiting for the fun.
With the lift of the wave,
her confidence goes up and she feels safe.
C'm’ on, take off and ride.
Shake off the worries of a restless night.
Live for the moment, come what may.
Tomorrow – that’s another day.
She lies on a worn mattress on the floor.
The boy comes in and shies at the door.
Man, you get what you see.
You’re sure, you wanna be with me?
C’m on, make up your mind.
For heaven’s sake, what did you hope to find?
Leave me, if you don’t know what to say,
Well, tomorrow – that’s another day”.
​A blue mellow boy is looking at the bay.
Tomorrow - will be like today …….
Tomorrow - will be like today …….
C'm on, take off and ride.
Shake off the worries of a restless night.
Live for the moment, come what may.
Tomorrow – that’s another day.
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6. Night Train
(lyrics Patty van der Sluijs, music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Sleepy in the train – under green fluorescent light.
I’m glad I found a train that ‘ll get me through the night.
Must have got on somewhere, could be in Amsterdam,
but I don’t know where I’m going - ‘nd where I am.
Dreaming in the train while my life is off the rails.
My life should be a story, but I’m living random tales.
Wanna keep on moving forward, but there’s always a delay.
Hope this train will drive me into a different day.
Squealin‘ wheels
for landscapes in the night
for shadows on the go
and futures out of sight
for travelers in black – or blue
Squealin‘ wheels – take me somewhere new…
Lonely in the train, while I’m not at all alone.
A woman in a suit‘s like sitting on a throne.
She’s the image of success, when for me life’s just a blur,
but in a future for myself, I don’t see her.
Now I’m sleeping in the train - and the dawn‘s about to break.
We’re almost at the last stop and then I‘ve got to wake.
I’m dreaming of the past - while the sky is turning blue
and the night train’s gonna take me somewhere new…..
7. All White
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Cold and lonely miles today.
Gotta find a hide-away,
deep in endless night.
And it’s white - all white.
Where I end up, heaven knows.
I‘m part of life, the way it goes.
No matter, left or right.
And it’s white - all white.
For better or for worse, I’m free.
Now, you tell me what that means,
when there ain’t no company.
The sun returns, and then the spring.
Get a chance to do my thing,
then I’m out of sight…
And it is white - all white.
For better or for worse, I’m free.
Now, you tell me what that means,
when it’s just my destiny.
Been a long time, since the day,
that I had to go away.
It’s done and it’s allright,
and it’s white - all white.
8. Day Number 8
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
On the seventh day - he was chillin’ at the pool.
Made it all his way - this creation was so cool.
Birds in trees, corn on the cob - oceans full of life.
Day and night, and as a cherry on top, the love of man and wife.
And there was morning and evening - everything okay
on the seventh day.
But then someone said: Sorry to disturb you now.
See, your work goes bad – people mess it up somehow.
Forests gone, rivers dry – skies are full of stuff.
Sea’s a dump and many die with money instead of love.
But there’s a morning, an evening – see, you can’t stay away
for another day.
He put down his beer – took a load of dust.
Come on, help me here – we’ll make someone we can trust.
Better senses? No Sir! - That doesn’t have a part.
Bigger brain? Oh no Sir! ….Just a bigger heart…
And there’s a morning, an evening –
no, it’s not too late, on day number eight.
There’s a morning, an evening -
have you been made on day number eight?
9. Friends Forever
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
It’s in your smile, and in your eyes.
Oh no, you can’t disguise it.
And I can hear you pray:
“Give me more than the catch of the day…”
Look who is talkin’, another me,
and everyone can see it.
But someone plays a game:
we are lying in wait for the same…
Dear sister Venus,
we’ve got a choice to make.
Don’t let it come between us.
How much can a friendship take?
Can we be friends forever,
feeling it fits like a glove?
We’ve shared our dreams and
we’ve shared our secrets,
but how can we share our love?
We shoot it out, we stake a claim,
we toss it up, you name it.
Or do we dare agree
that we count one and one as three?
Dear sister Venus,
we’ve got a choice to make.
Don’t let it come between us.
How much can a friendship take?
Can we be friends forever,
feeling it fits like a glove?
We’ve shared our dreams and
we’ve shared our secrets,
but how can we share our love?
10. Out of Reach
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Far away - and I’m off-line.
Free from memeing.
And I - I’m a shadow on a beach.
All my friends - are left behind.
No more chatter.
For now, a nice goodbye to each.
I’m out of reach.
For a moment….
a moment to myself,
my mind in open air.
Don’t need to share
what’s impossible to tell.
Just a minute,
a minute out of sight,
and time’s my own.
I’m all alone
in the cool of the night.
Far away - we go to find
a right of silence,
a freedom of no speech.
I’m out of reach.
For a moment…
a moment to myself,
my mind in open air.
Don’t need to share
what’s impossible to tell.
Just a minute..
a minute out of sight,
and time’s my own.
I’m all alone
in the cool of the night.
11. Stills of Life
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Still remains of a fire – black and dead.
An empty can, butts of ciggies – tips bit of red.
Tween the ashes a piece of paper,
it’s friable and gray.
And the high tide will come - to wash it all away.
Getting dark in a thriftshop – no one round.
An iron grill‘s quietly waiting – to be found.
Once it was Made in Argentina,
and now it’s left to rust.
And it slowly retreats - to disappear in dust.
Stills of life give me to understand
that stories blindly stumble to an end.
The more I see, the more I know:
things go the way they go.
Afternoon in a forest – a rainy day.
Muddy trails, mossy boulders, smell of decay.
In the grass, between the shadows,
a ring without a stone.
And when nobody cares, it will be overgrown.
12. Wheel of Fortune
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
A soul is idlin’ in the air,
just circling around till fate is calling.
Comes down somewhere, when the wind is falling,
to turn up the beat of a random heart.
You know, you can’t choose where you’re born.
You don’t pick your genes, the name of your mother.
Just take it, you know, one way or another,
for all you can do is make a start.
And the wheel goes round:
a handful of gifts, unpleasant surprises,
but I don‘t care ´bout numbers and prizes
because, after all, it’s only love that counts.
It’s fate that takes you by the hand,
but it’s up to you which way you’re going.
A winding road where some hope is glowing
and friends come along to join the band.
And when you’re lucky on the way,
you’re sharing a home that’s warm and funny,
and far away from the smell of money.
A place where a soul would love to land.
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