1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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?
5. 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.
7. 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.
4. 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…..
6. 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?
8. 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…..
9. 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!
10. 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.
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. 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.