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Mighty Wings
03:30
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Mighty Wings
Long ago, when we were kids, we played in a half-built house
I found myself on the roof-top floor, almost jumped into the clouds
Just to see, how it would be
Would I float or would I fly
On mighty wings that guide my glide.
Last night I drove my car, 90 MPH
Don’t know what came over me, almost ran it in the shoulder
Just to see, how it would be
Would I float or would I fly
On mighty wings that guide my glide.
I don’t believe in miracles, still I want to fly
Believe me, it’s frightening, ‘cause I don’t want to die.
I have a wife, kids, a house, a job, responsibilities
So tell me, tell me, tell me please, what is this urge in me?
Here I am, at the canyon ledge, the other side looks stunning
My heart is like a cloud of doubts, the motor is still running
Just to see, how it would be
Would I float or would I fly
On mighty wings that guide my glide.
Words & Music: Job Cornelissen.
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Bonny Light Horseman
03:47
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Bonny Light Horseman (traditional)
When Boney commanded his armies to stand
He leveled his cannons right over the land
He leveled his cannons right over the plain
And he slew my light horseman on his way back from Spain
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain
And the dove she laments for her mate as she flies
"Oh, where, tell me where is my true love?" she cries
"And where in this wide world is there one to compare
With my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war?"
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman to the wars he did go
Three years and six months, since he left this bright shore
Oh, my bonny light horsemen will I never see more
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain
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Don Q's Scottish / Elliot Finn MacDonald
I dance, dance, dance,
Dance like a wind-up windmill
I put me body to the test
Like Don Quixote on a sunset hill.
I fear, I fall apart
Such strong frenzy frights
I do my Don Juan
Think that make’s me look all right
Puppet on a string
Jerky, electrified
Driven by a secret force
There is no gentleness inside
I dance, dance, dance,
Dance like a wind-up windmill
I put me body to the test
Like Don Quixote on a sunset hill.
I close me startled eyes
Far gone, it feels so good
Head, limbs, and the rest
Do they connect, I have no clue
I have to take the chance
Sweet girls on the floor
Give me these funny looks
I think I’ll dance no more!
No dance, dance, dance,
No dance like a wind-up windmill
No body putting the test
No Don Quixote on a sunset hill.
Words: Job Cornelissen.
Music: Paul Pallesen.
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Mom
03:45
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MOM
She is so sweet
When I ask her, she has no need.
Her loving hands, her pace is slow
Signs of time , that’s how they show
We go out for lunch,
she says she’s allright
So it’s small talk over coffee,
As she plays seek and hide
When I ask about her sister, she softly starts to cry.
She is so sweet
When I ask her, she has no need.
Her loving hands, her pace is slow
Signs of time , that’s how they show
We talk on the phone,
She says she is fine
Some paines here and there, my son
They will pass in time
Getting old was never too bad, being old a crime.’
She is so sweet
When I ask her, she has no need.
Her loving hands, her pace is slow
Signs of time , that’s how they show
The ways of life, the way it goes.
Words & Music: Job Cornelissen.
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Nothing's Gonna Change
03:53
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Nothing’s gonna change
Look at the man, his suit looks swell
He knows his games, he plays them well
Kicking down and licking up
He’s merciless to reach the top
His Jacob’s ladder to the stars
No regrets for the thousand scars
A blue heart that thinks he’s well
A dented soul in a shamming shell.
Chorus
Nothing’s gonna change,
Nothing’s gonna change
New faces will go insane,
But the game it stays the same.
Nothing’s gonna change
Look at the lady dressed so fine
Her hair, her clothes it’s all in line
It’s her uniform to success
She’s from the hood, she won’t take less
Her make-upped face like a death mask
To see life in there is quite a task
A blue heart that thinks she’s well
A dented soul in a shamming shell.
Chorus
Look at the kid in the schoolyard
Stands alone, stands apart
Tries to join and play the game
Is pushed away, I can feel the pain
Is he the man with the swell suit?
Or the lady from the hood?
Two blue hearts that think they’re well
Dented souls in a shamming shell.
Chorus
Words & Music: Job Cornelissen.
Music: Laurens Joënsen.
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Sweet days in Co. Clare
Chorus:
Oh sometimes, when I’m in bed
My hands folded behind my head
Almost asleep, then I’m there
Such sweet days in Co. Clare.
The cliffs of Moher, I walked alone
In February, cold to the bone
In November, a Burren’s walk
Nobody there, no need to talk
Monday night’s, Doolin Hotel
Friends and music, we played so well
We sang and laughed, the mood so good
To the soul such perfect food
Chorus
Ennistymon, Brendan’s shop
We bought a fiddle, then we stopped
He played a tune, played so well
He found his voice, that I could tell
He closed his eyes, I closed mine
Music floated, all was fine
Tears in me eyes, a moment true
At Sandymount with ocean’s view
Bridge
We took a ferry, my son and me
To bring the fiddle where it should be
Miltown Malbay, such a long way
To Holland from Clare , crossing the Celtic Sea
Chorus
In pitch-dark nights, I hear the sea
The breaker’s sound lulls me to sleep
When I rest from the ballyhoo
I drift away, my mind goes slow
The starlit sky, the endless dome
Makes me lonesome, I long for home
Long for my sweethearts, but once I’m there
My heart returns to Co. Clare
Chorus
Words & Music: Job Cornelissen.
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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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