1. |
Tales Of Amsterdam
03:27
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She walked past the bridge near the Waterloo Market
As evening lamps came alive
He held an upright bass with a smile on his face
She looked away every time
The grandma warmed the water for the heat on a rusty boiler
So the kid could wash his sins
He was caught throwing rocks down the boats that once crossed
The canals of the dam
Something he did every now and again
Since no kindness was given to him
- Whistles -
They shut the tattoo parlour on the east-side harbour
Too many fights were breaking down
And the police arrest was a funny success
As they caught the man dressed as a clown
Paint on the face of a passionate taste
Who crushed the berries for the blue
No one had seen such a wonderful thing
Ever since the pirates played the flute
- Whistles -
The Gunpowder scent was rising in the air
We're fighting for the truth
Not many dare to share
To plunder, to wonder, to live without a care...
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2. |
Just Like Love
04:19
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The flowers are blooming
Just like love
Im letting the clocks unwind
My notion of time is different from most
The sparrows are singing loud
Just as they should
They're little composers
Spending the hours lending me notes
If we listen carefully
We hear the world
There's nothing that holds you down
No shackles around, you're free as a bird
So make your decisions wise
Always be kind and we're good as gold
...
And all of the fear that could hold you down
Will shed a new skin that is tougher than the ground that you walk
When you talk the sweetest memories drifts you off
To afar, where the lightbulb glows in the eyes
And you smile looking up to the clearest of skies
Knowing i'm on your side
...
All of the fear that could hold you down
Will shed on a skin that is tougher than the ground that you walk
When you talk the sweetest memories drifts you off
To afar, where the lightbulb glows in the eyes
And you smile looking up to the clearest of skies
Knowing i'm on your side
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3. |
A Precise Spring
03:06
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Blue
Was the colour of the sky, Slowly flattering my eyes
Leaving polka-dots behind in red
It was a fantasy bliss
Outside we spotted a birds nest
Singing loud and like a choir
Blue
Before I knew it would be true
The sirens woke me up before a cliff
Tom had mentioned love exists
There were rooftops and white tulips
Metros and red wine
We were climbing stairs outside our heads
With books and our favourite lines
We were alright
White
Was the fog on the night
I was following the moon and the movements of lights
Shining down the old brick pathway lines
There were rooftops and white tulips
Metros and red wine
We were climbing stairs outside our heads
With books and our favourite lines
We were alright
Blue
Was the colour of the sky, Slowly flattering my eyes
Leaving polka-dots behind
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4. |
Sailing Spaceships
03:24
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I feel as an airplane
But the engine's off
Only so much time to glide
Before I hit a massive drop
Down to earth
Where I made the Lift-off
Maybe the thunders there might sound like a string
Hitting the echoes of an old violin
I know that I'm dreaming, it's not what it seems
Let me stay in dreamers land forevermore
We're living in a land of magic the eye explore
Bricks made of cotton candy
Waffles for walls
The plane has levelled out but I ain't so sure
If the thunders there might sound like a string
Hitting the echoes of an old violin
I know that I'm dreaming, it's not what it seems
Let me stay in dreamers land forevermore
All the sirens giving warnings only tend to haunt
And the fortune's beside glory when they move along
Through the cloud, the route, the all abouts are songs
Let's make it as a blind deaf man who's only sensing tones
Then maybe the thunders there might sound like a string
Hitting the echoes of an old violin
I know that I'm dreaming, it's not what it seems
Let me stay in dreamers land forevermore
Maybe the thunders sound like a string
Hitting the echoes of an old violin
I know that I'm dreaming, it's not what it seems
Let me stay in dreamers land forevermore
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5. |
Lethal Heart
03:53
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There's a firecracker burning through the wall
There's a love type feeling no one knows for sure
Some loved once
Some felt twice
Some need time
Others want to be alright
I felt the hurricane coming
I felt the wind was howling
I felt an earthquake and the earth was crumbling down
Nothing could compare it
Nothing could get past it
Nothing ever squared me off as I stood calm
We can't say what we don't know
Can't assume what's not sure
What we say hits in the bones
Can't forget a feeling when there's a deeper meaning
And we know the words can pierce right through the soul
If you throw down the rope, I'll try to catch if I float
When we try to swim we sink with hope
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Often times can be tough
Living rough on a dream never lost
Now so much older than the thoughts
Making deals with the seconds we borrow
All is forgotten, the future is now holding stones
And believing they're diamonds
I'm smashing to parts my lethal heart
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What if we never felt, wouldn't that be swell
oh well.. Ain't it peachy when it's good
To think you found it all
Think you're steel, not flesh and heart
A lethal bee on the web of art
And still a fire cracker burning through the wall
There's a love type feeling no one knows for sure
Some loved once
Some felt twice
Some need time
Others want to be alright
...
Often times can be tough
Living rough on a dream never lost
Now so much older than the thoughts
Making deals with the seconds we borrow
All is forgotten, the future is now holding stones
And believing they're diamonds
I'm smashing to parts my lethal heart
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6. |
Butterflies
02:55
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7. |
By The Flowers
03:28
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8. |
Johnny
03:05
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There's no digging deeper
You already heard your call
Just take a breather
And respond to the bullets that you will hold on
The doors crashed wide open
As Johnny walked into the bar
All he needed was a whispered name
All the lads shivered up their hearts
Bobby didn't move
Much too coward to answer
The barman dropped the bottled booze
And then pointed out to the scar/faced bruised man
Bob tried to hide behind another guy
The shots began to ring
For the folks at the scene it was an early July
Coming slowly alive
And it did
Johnny grabbed his Colt
And fired off the rounds
To make his client satisfied
For once Bob cheated, mistreated and lied
During the crossfire
Johnny wasn't as fast
Shot across the shoulder
With three bullets in the chest
Crawling through the mud to cry to help
To the doctor always waiting for the silver bell
The stitches were the last of him now
A soul that could never stand still
Shattered laps from the old bar was a thrill
Oh boy what a thrill
Oh boy...
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Ray Romijn Amsterdam, Netherlands
Independent artist based in Amsterdam. Singer Songwriter combined with Rock N Roll influences from the 50s-80s are very much engraved on the songs. The latest EP Tales Of Amsterdam fully home recorded and self produced, portrays scenarios with life experiences and reflections with catchy melodies reminiscent to the essence of The Beatles,Stones and The Kinks. ... more
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