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The Boring Song
Please give ear to what I sing
Some personal stuff, some little things
I hope you’ll find them interesting
Please lend an ear to what I sing.
Me brother and me, we played on ice,
I was the eldest, should have thought twice
The little kid almost payed the price
Long ago, we played on ice.
Got him out, just right on time
Afraid my dad would lose his mind
Instead he treated me real fine
So happy I was right on time.
All I had on my teenage mind
Was a little bit of bullying to survive
Still can remember how we jived
Could’nt get her of my mind
Solange was her name and we kissed
For my newbie heart such a bliss
Just one thing I sometimes miss
The innocence when we kissed
It’s the truth, I had no wretched life course
No troubled well to pour from, no darker side source
I never laid drunk and worn-out on a vicious vamp’s bedroom floor
Never a disaster, lost love, murder or divorce.....
I married with another bride
no tough fights like Bonnie & Clyde
The kids are doing quite allright
I am happily married with my bride
I never was the boundless kind
Though I love to drain a few pints
No debts to disturb my nights
And freedom of a certain kind
I’m fortunate, that’s no lie
No diseases, nothing to cry
Except by living I will die
I’m a lucky dog, that’s no lie
It’s the truth, I had no wretched life course
No troubled well to pour from, no darker side source
I never laid drunk and worn-out on a vicious vamp’s bedroom floor
Never a disaster, lost love, murder or divorce.....
These little tales I did sing
Are hackneyed, no big things
I hope you found them interesting
These affairs I did sing
If not, you heard a boring song,
How I became the man I’ve become
A song about happiness, love & fun
And the man I’ve become
It’s the truth, I had no wretched life course
No troubled well to pour from, no darker side source
I never laid drunk and worn-out on a vicious vamp’s bedroom floor
Never a disaster, lost love, murder or divorce
But as a singer, what should I sing?
If there’s no hardship, no bad thing?
No street life or no bling-bling
What’s the story I have to sing?
It’s the truth, I had no wretched life course
No troubled well to pour from, no darker side source
I never laid drunk and worn-out on a vicious vamp’s bedroom floor
Never a disaster, lost love, murder or divorce.....
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Look at this strong stubborn man
He struggled all his life
As he fought his loneliness
Was a husband to his wife
A good man he was for twenty years
Asked from her the same
She had her own fight to be fought
Putted on him the blame.
Picture him on a cold, cold night
Stiffened in a chair,
Inside it is a great turmoil
Of anger and despair
When the rage volcanoes out
Only one thing he can do
He has to overcome the heat
He has to go right through
Chorus:
Quiet, quiet now, it’ll be ok.
There will be some light again at the end of day.
Quick sand a companion now, as is the pouring rain.
Before it’s drawing nigh to dark, solid ground again.
Down to ashes by the fire
Burns fiercely in his chest
It makes him cry ‘I need a place
to lay my head and rest!’
The bitterness of the betrayal
Of all those so called friends
Makes him lonely, makes him cold
He has to make a stand
Chorus
Like a Phoenix from the sand
He rises from the fight
He realizes he won’t win
Putting in all his might
Deep inside a different thing
It wants itself to show
If he dares to nurture it
He knows which way to go
Chorus:
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Tears in grass are shining bright
Bleak Spring sun provides their light
My heart skips a beat as I think of you
You’re my sunshine, morning dew
Fields of colours, air so tight
Summer sun, brighter than bright
When we kiss, it feels so true
A smouldering fire, lit by you
Chorus
But when you smile, when you smile
The clouds are opening up
I wish you’d never stop
The sky a blue cathedral,
Your laugh like silver needles
Tinkling on a gold-specked marble floor
Just you keep on laughing
Won’t you keep on laughin’’
Please keep on laughin’’
More and more and more....
Falling leaves, hurried with might
Autumn sun, the gloom it fights
When you cry, I feel so blue
A lame scarecrow, fixed with glue.
It snowed last night, the fields are white
Winter sun glows from inside
As you sleep, I look at you
Despite closed eyes, you see me through
Chorus
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She came against the wind
She came out from the sea
She came against the wind
So beautiful was she
Didn’t know what came over me
She came against the wind
We we’re playing in the tide
She came against the wind
Then we lay side by side.
And we held each other tight.
Warm was the sand
Suddenly she looked at me
She said ‘Boy, I could love you so, love you so, love you so’
But now I want to be free.
So please set me free.’
I came against the wind
Soft and mellow were her eyes
I came against the wind
Those eyes never told me lies
No, she never told me lies
I came against the wind
She couldn’t hear me come
I came against the wind
And sang to her my song
But she didn’t sing along
She were taken by surprise
That’s what she said to me
She said ‘Boy, I could love you so, love you so, love you so’
But now I want to be free.
So please set me free.’
I’m going against the wind
She’s not there to hear me come
I’m going against the wind
No one there to hear my song
She’s not there to hear my song
I’m going against the wind
I hope I won’t get lost
I’m going against the wind
With the cold of permafrost.
With the cold of permafrost.
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Come sit ye beside me, I’ve got something to say
I hope you can listen, then go your own way
I understand if you don’t, I know I was wrong.
I wished I’d said ‘sorry’, it went on for too long.
I know that you hated the way of my speech
I know that you hated my fists & their reach
We both loved your mother & she loved us too
You were only four years, I didn’t know what to do
Chorus:
Hey, can you hear me, or am I a voice in thin air?
Please don’t forget me, don’t act as I am just not there
Hey can you see me, or am I a ghost you walk through?
Please why you do that, is that the right thing to do for you?
It was mostly the drink, but that’s no excuse
I would condemn me if I were in your shoes
I look at you, and what you’ve become
Despite my obstruction, clever & strong
The love of my life, I saw rot her away
But what I forgot, in you she did stay.
I remember bright lights when I went to your place
Oh, help me to find the gate in this maize?
Chorus:
Hey, can you hear me, or am I a voice in thin air?
Please don’t forget me, don’t act as I am just not there
Hey can you see me, or am I a ghost you walk through?
Please why you do that, is that the right thing to do for you?
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Job Cornelissen - Robbie
04:30
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Chorus:
Hey Robbie, like a statue in the windowpane
Hey Robbie, like a king of cool walking down the lane
Hey Robbie, like Jabba-The- Hut sitting in your chair
Hey Robbie, looking at the world like you don’t care.
But when he’s on the move, he slides across the room
In his coat of grey & white, he’s like the handsome groom
In this wedding dance, he misses out the bride
So he wants to go outside to see where she might hide
Chorus:
Unfortunately there is a problem, wonder if he’d realized
When he was a younger boy, they took away his pride
So, if he finds his misses, no dissemination of DNA
Will he be the king of fools, or go Sweeney astray?
Chorus:
I don’t think he gives a damn, he rather takes the piss
Of all these ‘if ‘s’ and ‘or’s’ and ‘what’s’, he’ll just takes it as it is
To be relaxed or not to be relaxed, that’s the question here
He’s the ultimate candidate for the northern hemisphere
Chorus:
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Chorus:
Sun’s glistening in the water
What’s in for them, what will it be?
Once again he’s thinking over
As he stares over the sea
They first met, it was at the movies
They got lost in each other’s eyes
They both knew, it could be forever
They took the chance, time did fly
When kids came, came rough weather
High rolling waves, fierce winds blew
No lighthouse to get things better
No bright beam to guide them through
Chorus
In the darkest of the night
They spied a star, a little flame
Like insects flying to the light
They were drawn, they did the same
Days filled with doubt, nights full of wonder
The fog thickening more and more
But as the spark grew stronger, stronger
They saw the outlines of a shore
Chorus
Not the world, the Northern Islands
That’s together they did go
Still a far place for to sail
When you’ve just learned how to row
Here he is, gazing the Wetlands
Tide coming in, tide coming out
Birds picking shells to feed their offspring,
It is all they care about
Chorus
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Job Alone ( & Friends ) NH, Netherlands
Job Alone & friends is a singer,songwriter and percussionist hailing from Amsterdam, The Netherlands, supported by Dennis
Heijt, bouzouki & Laura Schuit, fiddle/ vocals.
A concert of Job Alone & Friends is an energizing mix of ( self- penned) originals and traditional songs and tunes straight from the heart, firmly rooted in Irish trad- and Americana music!!
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