1. Blues of life
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr
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Rockin’ on the deck – guitar at hand,
I’m watching a world I don’t understand.
Gotta take my turns – but I take five.
I tune my soul to the blues of life.
Suddenly you’re there, and then you’re gone,
and in between - what have you done?
Bit of buzzin’ round the latest hive…
I tune my soul to the blues of life.
You get a goody bag with good and bad.
It makes no sense – I stare ahead.
Baby, wait and see how you survive.
I tune my soul to the blues of life.
We’re all revolving ‘round a dying star.
Well, I sit down – with my guitar.
Baby, wait and see how you survive.
I tune my soul to the blues of life.
Rockin’on the deck – a glass in hand,
I’m watching the crowd in crazyland.
I can hear them call to join the jive.
But I tune my soul to the blues of life.
2. Ruby red
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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At the beach - head down – Ruby’s look’n ‘round,
picks a piece of glass from the rocky ground.
Daddy’s com’n by and finds her bit of sad.
“Turned all upside down today.
White and green and brown, okay,
But why – why can’t I find red?”
Back at home, that night, thinkin’ of her eyes,
Daddy doubts about how to make her wise.
Then a flashback takes him right down to the shed.
Deep between the things and bits,
there’s an old bottle of Schlitz,
and it’s glass – is glass of ruby red.
Hope and wait till the bitter end,
and then it comes to mind,
that Lady Luck needs a helping hand,
because she’s blind.
The other day, her dad takes her to the beach.
“Throw the bottle far, ’s far as you can reach,
and the sea will sand the pieces in it’s bed.
See - when the years go by,
and you’re near as old as I,
then you - you’ll get gems of red.
And a little voice will ask you what to do.
“Mammy, look, it’s not too bad.
White and green and even red,
but why – why can’t I find blue?”
Hope and wait till the bitter end,
and then it comes to mind,
that Lady Luck needs a helping hand,
because she’s blind.
3. The scene
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Born on the stage of life
somewhere between the wings.
No script – a line or two.
Shuffling; a gong that rings.
Lights on, curtains up.
Baby, what can you do?
Neckties and pryin’ eyes
waitin’ - for you.
Life on the scene - day and night,
blinded by the neon light.
Now I’ve played many stages and been on tour,
and so, I know for a fact,
that you can do all routines, for sure,
but your best role is when you don’t act.
Everyone has a clue
what drama’s all about.
How you can keep your cool,
how you can please the crowd.
Seen all the stars, showing me
how to be or not to be.
Oh, I’ve played many stages and been on tour,
and so, I know for a fact,
that you can do all routines, for sure,
but your best role is when you don’t act.
Move out– feel the beat,
the scene ’s waitin’ in the street
4. Homing bird
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Deep – under the covers
I’m curled up again.
Safe, under a roof of straw and oak,
the scent of coffee and smoke,
and softly, somewhere above,
the bluesy tune of a dove.
………..
The sun sneaks in for a warm embrace.
A day of grace…..
Home – I’d give a fortune
to have a home again.
Done with all the waitin’ for the light.
Another restless night.
I softly howl at the moon.
Wish I’d hear that bluesy tune.
[oo-coo-coo…]
Fly me back to that good ol’ place
for a day of grace…..
The roof‘s overgrown.
I see an empty floor.
A flock of birds is flyin’,
up out the kitchen door.
And then, I’m spyin’, somewhere above,
the wary eyes of a dove.
………..
Call me back through time and space
for a day of grace…..
5. Rain dance
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Dirty city.
Sooty roofs and dust.
Dirty critters,
diggin’ in junk and rust.
Dirty money – not paid in kind
and I smell fumes of dirty minds.
City’s sticky.
I feel sticky too.
Creepy people.
But I know what to do.
Like fat maggots – bad comes from dirt.
Gotta clean it up before I’m hurt.
Gonna take a mask - an eagles feather,
and I’ll dance.
Gonna call the clouds - come, pull together,
and I’ll dance.
Down, down, the pouring rain
flows in my heart and in my brain.
Night and day, I’ll dance the dirt away.
Leaves are shinin’,
cool music in the air.
Jumping kiddies
in puddles everywhere.
Dust and evil – gone with the flood,
Rusty guns, trampled down in mud.
Gonna take a mask - an eagles feather,
and I’ll dance.
Gonna call the clouds - come, pull together,
and I’ll dance.
Down, down, the pouring rain
flows in my heart and in my brain.
Night and day, I’ll dance the dirt away-ay-ay,
night and day, I’ll dance the dirt away.
6. Out in the wild
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
On the edge of the forest,
where low-hanging branches shield the sun,
where whispering leaves
are stilling the scene
and the hand of time is slow to run,
there she lays down a blanket,
behind thorny brush and fireweed.
Where tiny flies
dance up and down,
she opens her book and starts to read.
Out in the silence of the wild
far away from rage,
she laughs out loud
and shakes her head.
She laughs – and turns a page.
It’s a book about desire,
a book about confidence and doubt,
with moments of joy
and bits of regret
and things you can’t do anything about.
Playful birds glide and dive,
while she reads the book of her life.
Out in the silence of the wild
far away from rage,
she laughs out loud
and shakes her head.
She laughs – and turns a page.
7. Monkey do
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Sure, you need those sneakers,
that’s what you do.
Without those shoes
they’ll make a fool of you.
I don’t need no sneakers,
not from any brand.
I feel fine, walking barefoot in the sand.
Need to pimp your body
with that big tattoo?
Go ahead before
they’re makin’ fun of you.
I don’t ink my body.
I’m happy within
and the sun wouldn’t recognize my skin.
Monkey see, monkey do,
whatever you’re belonging to,
gotta change into the one you gotta be.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Baby, I’ve good news for you:
there’s no need to change when you belong to me.
But, just imagine,
I mean - can’t it be,
that you in an way are dressing for me?
I’d love your sneakers.
love your tattoo
and I’d love every look-a-like of you…
Monkey see, monkey do,
whatever you’re belonging to,
gotta change into the one you gotta be.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Baby, I’ve good news for you:
there’s no need to change when you belong to me,
8. Little things
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Traffic’s rushin’ by.
I’m sittin’on the sidewalk.
Guess I better go – or shall I stay?
People walk along.
You tell me where they’re going.
“Say, pretty baby – you’re okay?”
May be I am sort of lost again.
The clouds go black - and then,
I see,
a sudden ease is coming over me,
now I hear from far
an old song from a passing car.
Time is made of counts,
and droplets make a river.
It’s the little things that make a day.
Spirits of the past
can give you little presents.
Just a bit of help – to find the way.
When I see it’s gettin’dark again,
I lift my head – and then,
may be,
a sudden ease is coming over me.
Need no fallin’ star.
Just an old song from a passing car.
9. The dump
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
It’s a dream – a nightbird calls.
I see spooky shadows move along the walls.
Shuffle, shuffle, in the dark,
to a long forgotten park, behind the trees,
to the dump, the dump of good ideas.
Then at dawn – I’ll tell you what:
seagulls poke around the messy garbage lot.
Screaming, tearin up the bags,
and from between the rags, the morning breeze
takes the dreams, the dreams and fantasies.
Good idea, but it won’t go.
Good idea, well, I don’t know
Good idea, but it won’t make the cut.
Baby, we hear you - but…..
Oh, I know – how it feels,
when your views don’t fit between the system’s wheels.
Rules, routines, I’ve seen it all,
so I’m spraying on a wall: This way, please,
to the dump, the dump of good ideas.
Good idea, but it won’t go.
Good idea, well, I don’t know
Good idea, but it won’t make the cut.
Baby, we hear you - but…..
See, I’m sittin’ in the park and I’m at ease,
taking in, taking in the morning breeze.
10. Game night
(lyrics & music Patty van der Sluijs, Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
We had champagne on ice,
got the chips ‘n got the dice,
table’s ready and we’ve swept the floor.
We were right in the mood,
and my nightie ‘s looking good.
Couldn’t wait for puttin’ LOVE on triple score.
Game night, baby, spin the wheel,
Game night - how do ya feel?
It was game night, we played with open cards,
and I was your queen of hearts.
Now tell me, what ’s your game,
just ghosting all my texts?
Makes me feel weird askin’
why you’re busy with your ex.
Don’t you think it’s just a shame
to play a double game?
You kissed me, said you missed me,
and called me by her name.
Nah, this board won’t be drawn.
Hey, I’m not your little pawn,
now my eyes done see, you ain’t my noble knight.
Sorry baby, it’s the thing
you just mated your own king.
That’s the risk when you are playing black and white.
Game night, here’s the queen of spades.
Game night, I’m done with charades.
Game night, now I see
that you were playing me.
Game night, baby, fold the cards.
Game night - you dropped the darts.
Game night, boxes on the shelf
Now ya’ gonna play with yourself!
11. Campfire wine
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
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Why did we fall in love so fast?
Every time another puzzle.
We tried the pieces one by one.
Didn’t find our other half.
And then we had to find ourselves,
so we booked an inner road trip.
We got a lot of travel guides
and we only had to laugh.
But we’re done, we’re done.
And you know, it’s feeling fine.
In the evening sun,
we are lying in the sand with a campfire wine.
We wander on the stage of life.
Don’t know where the story’s goin’.
What are we gonna play today
to get a happy end?
But we’re done, we’re done.
And you know, it’s feeling fine.
In the evening sun,
we are lying in the sand with a campfire wine.
Don’t need to look around no more.
We’ll toast to our illusions.
Along the way you meet yourself,
when you travel with a friend.
So we’re done, we’re done.
And you know, it’s feeling fine.
In the evening sun,
we are lying in the sand with a campfire wine.
12. A couple of steps
(lyrics & music Jan Kijne, Bram Bol sr)
Where you’re gonna go, little girl,
where you long to be?
Gonna hit the highway,
‘nd I’ll sail the sea.
Where you’re gonna sleep, little girl,
where you wanna stay?
Once across the skyline,
I’ll meet a friend along the way.
Along the way…….
What you’re tryin’ to find, little girl,
what’s up, overthere?
I don’t know the answer.
Sunshine is everywhere.
Look at my home now.
A couple of steps between the countertop and the door.
There must be more….
Tell me, what’s your name, little girl,
Tell me what’s your name.
Wonder why you ask me.
Aren’t we called the same?
We’re called the same…….
I stood on the doorstep,
the sun came in and there was something in the air.
I didn’t dare….
But I am not gone yet.
I can not take a step without you, as you see.
Come go with me.