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Established in September 2017, 4STREET is a young yet seasoned 5 piece Blues/Rock-Fusion band from the heart of The Netherlands. Inspired by Blues, Rock, Jazz, Pop and all kinds of things, we’ll get those legs shakin’!
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4STREET {PRONOUNCED: FOUR•STREET}
4STREET started their journey in the ‘Voorstraat‘ (Get it?) in IJsselstein, Utrecht. It is here they learned the ways of all things MUSIC. Since then, their repertoir has not stopped growing, nor has their passion to write, compose and perform their tunes for all to hear. From their roots in BLUES to their love for alternative genres, 4STREET has made the BLUES/ROCK-FUSION into something beyond compare
4STREET ORIGINALS
WRITTEN & COMPOSED BY 4STREET
(CLICK TO READ LYRICS)
BOOMERANG
(Written & composed by Pascal van Wijk)
So you think no length is afar. Breach the surface, all around. Dents all over a metal bar. Ignorant of common ground. Throw it in the sky
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Throw it like a boomerang. Ending with a bang. Ding Dong boomer rang. Returns like a boomerang
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Distorted circumference. Formula is unknown. Analytic just like the French. Calculating the perfect throw
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Throw it like a boomerang. Ending with a bang. Ding Dong boomer rang. Returns like a boomerang
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Surprisingly perpendicular. Mischief like a burglar. Rocks inside the snowball. The numbers are irregular. Take a stand, like Berlin’s wall. Ten axes, tell me why. Trajectory… well it will fly
Surprisingly parallel. Circling like the carrousel. Shape’s alike, fluidity. Some even say incapable. Philosophy, the enemy. Consequences served on a platter. Standing there, in your sweater. Desperately, ignoring gravity.
Surprisingly perpendicular. Mischief like a burglar. Rocks inside the snowball. The numbers are irregular. Take a stand, like Berlin’s wall. Ten axes, tell me why. Trajectory… well it will fly
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Throw it like a boomerang. Ending with a bang. Ding Dong boomer rang. Returns like a boomerang
Throw it like a boomerang. Ending with a bang. Ding Dong boomer rang. Returns like a boomerang
CAN'T HELP GOIN' CRAZY 4U
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Way down by the river, down in Memphis Tennessee. Lie the dreams all drowned in liquor. Far as the eye can see.
A road that leads to nowhere. The sun is shining from above. I would walk this road a thousand times, just to be with you my love.
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‘Cos baby you and me have got a special thing, something that I can’t forget.
They’re all telling me to walk away while I still can. But they’re to stubborn to accept.
That baby I can’t help going crazy for you. Just can’t help myself at all
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They said he’s a runner. That he just wasn’t made for me. But I saw a side of him that that was buried deep down, something others couldn’t see.
This road has led me this far. So I could probably walk some more. And I would walk this road a thousand times all over. Just to get what I came for.
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‘Cos baby you and me have got a certain thing, something that I can’t forget.
They’re all telling me to walk away while I still can. But I’m not feeling no regret.
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‘Cos baby I can’t help going crazy for you. Just can’t help myself at all
And if this life’s just not meant for us. It is me who’ll take the fall.
But I can’t see that happening ‘cos you and me we’ve got a thing called love. and it’s watching from above.
‘Cos baby I can’t help going crazy for you. Just can’t help myself at all
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Can’t help going crazy for you
I can’t help going crazy for you
Just can’t help going crazy for you
COLD SHOULDER
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Cold shoulder to the man in the corner. And to the lady sittin’ next to me.
Cold shoulder to the sassy reporter. A cold shoulder for the wannabe.
Cold shoulder causing blatant disorder. Sending shame upon the family tree.
Cold Shoulder and it won’t be getting warmer. It’s delusion, it’s a fallacy
Cold shoulder to the latter and the former. Cold shoulder, you too shall see
Cold shoulder, don’t know why I bother. Cold shoulder’s my reality.
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Cold shoulder to daddy and his daughter. His nine-to-five and silver jubilee.
Cold shoulder to the native and the foreigner. they’re all the same that’s the irony.
Cold shoulder, come hell or high water. And don’t you dare to take a stance or disagree.
Cold Shoulder and it won’t be getting warmer. It’s delusion it’s a fallacy.
Cold shoulder to the latter and the former. Cold shoulder, you too shall see.
Cold shoulder, don’t know why I bother. Cold shoulder’s my reality
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Cold shoulder begging on my knees. Cold shoulderwon’t you help me please
Cold shoulder’s let me down with ease. Cold shoulder’s infectious disease.
DOWN
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Death marches on. Awaiting there to take what’s due.
For now, the blood that’s sticking on your hands. Is all, all that ever stuck with you.
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I’ve got the feeling this is all you ever wanted.
(now you’re going, now your going, now your going down)
You wanted everything and more, well now you’ve got it.
(now you’re going, now your going, now your going down)
You’ve got it all, taken the fall, and now you’re going down
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Your life left behind. Is all the peace you ever knew
A paid-for pawn. Your name’s a number on your chest.
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I’ve got the feeling this is all you ever wanted.
(now you’re going, now your going, now your going down)
You wanted everything and more, well now you’ve got it
(now you’re going, now your going, now your going down)
You’ve got it all, taken the fall, and now you’re going down
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I’ve got the feeling this is all you ever wanted.
You wanted everything and more, well now you’ve got it.
They scream your name and leave in shame, no way of knowing.
You’ve got it all, taken the fall, and now you’re going down
FOLLOW THROUGH
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
You dare not step onto that stone. Beside me you'll never walk alone
The silenced king who watched me grow. Could not spill his guts to safe his throne
For every leap in the unknown. Your thoughts will chill you to the bone
For all you have and have not shown. Your sacred-silence cover’s blown
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And when you look at me, there's nothing much to see
I guess all the other options didn't make reality
And when I look at you, there nothing I could do
I guess all your other methods have escaped your follow-through
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I'll step the stones you paved tonight. I'll close the berth you lay inside
With all the choices made in fright. Solutions to be wrong or right
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And when you look at me, there's nothing much to see
I guess all the other options didn't make reality
And when I look at you, there nothing I could do
I guess all your other methods have escaped your follow-through
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Can't escape me
Desolate the
Thruth you keep
The silence voiced to soon
You'll break,
I'll take this weight from you
Too late, obey and follow through
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And when you look at me, there's nothing much to see
I guess all the other options didn't make reality
And when I look at you, there nothing I could do
I guess all your other methods have escaped your follow-through
I AIN'T YOU
(Written by Yasmijn van Achterberg, composed by Bram Stakenburg)
People staring, I feel what they’re thinking
Judgement day, their ego’s stand tall
Split second, instant opinion
a sense of senselessness, cuts through my soul
Despair, sadness, frustration and anger
Loneliness too, that’s what I see
Are they mine, those pitch black feelings
Or just all those people mirroring me
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I am more than you see myself
Screw you, you don’t know me at all man
Screw you
I ain’t you
I am who I am
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I close my eyes, and stroll through my memory
Digging deep, to find what’s my own
I know deep down, I’m not what they see
But they get what they wish for
Masks in the subway, masks on the street
Eyes hollow, they stare at the ground
I see them watching, watching my shadow
ignoring the light that I've cast at the crowd
(Refrein 2)
I am more than you see myself
Screw you, you don’t know me at all man
Screw you
I ain’t you
I am who I am
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Feel my blood rush
Hear my heart beat
We ain’t connected
Hearts beat on their own
So leave me be now
Don’t come just to judge me
So leave me be now
So leave me alone
VERTIGO
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Way up this road I’ll go. Go on ’till vertigo
Crossroads, a gentle breeze. Brings me down to my knees
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What goes around, will come around. You lost your eyes before you lost your soul.
Now come on down, I’ll show you ‘round. You’ve payed the price, now you will pay the toll
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Way down this path you see drifting away from me. Closer, I feel you come. Further, of where you’re from
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What goes around, will come around. You lost your eyes, before you lost your soul
Now come on down, I’ll show you ‘round. You’ve payed the price, now you will pay the toll.
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What goes around, will come around. You lost your eyes, before you lost your soul.
Now come on down, I’ll show you ‘round. You’ve payed the price, now you will pay the toll.
You want it fast, I’ll take it slow. I’ll take my time, my little vertigo.
LODESTAR
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Set sail to northern seas. To seek what I’d call home. ways down, a gentle breeze. The salt, the rising foam.
Two days, two weeks, I’ve lost count. nowhere to go, but up and down.
While I lay down on hardened oak, I sense a shiver traveling down my spine and holding on to me, eyes casting down.
and I can’t look up no more ‘cos
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I, I can’t find my lodestar, lodestar anymore.
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Dreaming day, and dreaming night. Golden treasure’s yearning gone.
Fate has killed my appetite. don’t know how to carry on.
Daylight’s gone, withdrawn of sight. Forever longing, stifling yawn
Angels singing, cloaked in white. I trusted stars so bright but now they’re gone forever longing light, longing the dawn.
and I can’t see anymore ‘cos
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I, I can’t find my lodestar, lodestar anymore
All seems like slowed down things I’ve seen before.
I don’t know what to look for, no open doors.
‘Cos I, can’t find my lodestar, lodestar anymore
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I, can’t find my lodestar, lodestar anymore. All seems like slowed down things I’ve seen before.
I don’t know what to look for, no open doors.
‘Cos I, can’t find my lodestar, lodestar anymore
LOOK AT ME NOW
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
I know I’ve told you times before to stay away. To mind your business and to find your own way.
Because now, through the dirt you will crawl.
I tell you, freedom wasn’t yours to give away. If looks could kill, I’d look the other way
‘Cause you, oh you’re the worst of them all.
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Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down, we go.
See no familiar place, no matter how deep I bow. And all the way down, we fall.
Oh you can’t stop what’s coming for you now
Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down we go, and down we...
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And now I’ll tell you once again to stay away. To mind your business and to find your own way
Because I, I’ll be the worst of them all
And time has stopped at 12 o’clock the other day. This blinding light will be the price you’ll have to pay
I’ve watched you rise and now I’ll watch you fall.
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Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down, we go.
See no familiar place, no matter how deep I bow. And all the way down, we fall.
Oh you can’t stop what’s coming for you now
Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down we go, and down we...
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I tell you, freedom wasn’t yours to give away
If looks could kill, I’d look the other way
you can’t stop what’s coming for you now
I guess we both can’t see it any other way
It looks like you and me we’ve gotten used to the pain
you can’t stop what’s coming for you, now that the walls come tumbling down
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Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down, we go.
See no familiar place, no matter how deep I bow. And all the way down, we fall.
Oh you can’t stop what’s coming for you now
Wish I could see my own face alright, ’cos look at me now. And on our way down we go, and down we fall
MAD HAT SHUFFLE
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Walking through town, a steady pace. Looking for a pretty smile to erase.
A neon crown, black painted frown. Looking for a witty grin to drag down.
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I am misplaced, a right disgrace. Got guiltiness written all over my face.
Bit the bullet now I’m counting my days. I am mad, like a hatter, I’m all over the place
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The sun is down, a fire place lighting up an empty cup, left no trace.
An old-town friend, touching base. A final sup, your time is up, you’re outpaced.
I’m walking out, a poker face. Hiding madness with a quick erase.
I am renowned, a paper chase talk of the town, a common noun, they’re locking their doors now
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I am misplaced, a right disgrace. Got guiltiness written all over my face
Bit the bullet now I’m counting my days
I am mad, like a hatter, I’m all over the place
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I am misplaced, a right disgrace. Got guiltiness written all over my face
Bit the bullet now I’m counting my days
I am mad, like a hatter, mad like a hatter
An endless chase, I’m interlaced. Used to emotions that are quick to replace.
Bit the bullet now I’m counting my days. I am mad, like a hatter, I’m all over the place
PANDEMONIUM
(Written &, composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Greeting life, a precious strife, all gone in vain
‘wake at five, same old life, I feel insane
Concealing minds all think alike, a stinging pain
Feeling like it leaves behind a scar again
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Kiss the kids and kiss the wife
Don’t forget to bring your knife
Speculations running rife
Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
Aspirations out of sight
Hearing voices, left and right
Spittin’ image, day and night
Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
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I can’t see where you and me will go from here
All out pandemonium Inside me
All out pandemonium Inside me
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A quick attempt full of contempt to, ascertain
A shrink checks off his list and scoffs, at my restrain
Wasted dreams, so it seems, ‘bout wealth and fame
This and that, tit for tat, a waiting game
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Kiss the kids and kiss the wife
Don’t forget to bring your knife
Speculations running rife
Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
Aspirations out of sight
Hearing voices, left and right
Spittin’ image, day and night
Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
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I can’t see where you and me will go from here
All out pandemonium Inside me
All out pandemonium Inside me
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Kiss the kids and kiss the wife
Don’t forget to bring your knife
Speculations running rife
Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
Aspirations out of sight
Hearing voices, left and right
Spittin’ image, day and night Same ol’, same ol’, same ol’ life
Fires burning left and right
Safe escapes are out of sight
I can’t see where you and me will go from here
Out of days, out of my mind
Run away and get behind
I don’t feel the ‘you and me’ now disappear
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All out pandemonium Inside me
All out pandemonium Inside me
RUNNIN' ON FIVE
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
People everywhere, left and right. Never together side by side. Running free or just running wild. Running along, unreconciled
Looks like your river’s running dry. Mister and miss’ are asking why. Together as one, turned privatized. Words from your mouth run far and wide
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And I feel lost, so when will I be found
And I feel lost, so when will I be found
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Men in suits will lay down a road.Taking all they consider owed. Trees and rivers are color codes. Savages running from their homes.
Rich and mighty comes at a price. At the top but all scared of heights. Soon your idols will kill the lights. Forever running, forever night.
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And I feel lost, so when will I be found
I’m craving newfound hope, feeling save and sound
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And I feel lost, so when will I be found
I’m craving newfound hope, feeling save and sound
SLOWBURN
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
She's sitting in her rocking chair, out on the porch of her family home
60 years of heartfelt love, but now her baby’s gone
The devil’s roar and angel tone, when the good lord called him above
It’s been far too long she’s been alone, 60 years of slow burn love
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Two souls, through times good and rough
Thats, my slow burn...
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Love had been their northern star, the compass of their life
As they sailed the waves together, and faced faith as man and wife
A bond so strong like cast metal, two souls no one could part
Albeit 60 years of heartfelt love ended with a broken heart
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You stole his heart like he stole mine, so I feel no remorse
Taking his heartbeat away from me, breaks my heart with so much force
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Oh, life alone’s a life unknown. And of that I’ve had enough
So I’m screaming out of loneliness, ‘bout love or lack thereof
Now I’m counting out the days, where you’re watching from above
‘Cos I need my slow burn...
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Two souls, through times good and rough
Thats, my slow burn...
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Two souls, through times good and rough
Thats, my slow burn...
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Oh, life alone’s a life unknown. And of that I’ve had enough
So I’m screaming out of loneliness, ‘bout love or lack thereof
Now I’m counting out the days, where you’re watching from above
‘Cos I need my slow burn love
STEAM MACHINE
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Clock runs out, a misty shroud, the sweat runs down my face
Steam machine is screaming loud, it’s here to bring us faith
Mindless beings watching clouds, while we’re running this place
As we bow down, an iron crown, will lead the human race
Can’t recall our only love.
As tyrants watch us from above. I can’t remember smell and taste. I can’t remember my own face
Steam machine is screaming loud.
Your time is up it’s all run out. A cover-up, a chanting crowd. The steam machine will keep us bowed.
And all the folk who dare to talk are send down to this place. And those who walk a different walk, will vanish with no trace.
We’re all the same, withdrawn of name, a shallow blackened face.
While they all blame
a mannered name, a man with no disgrace
Can’t recall our only love.
As tyrants watch us from above. I can’t remember smell and taste. I can’t remember my own face.
Steam machine is screaming loud.
Your time is up it’s all run out. A cover-up, a chanting crowd. The steam machine will keep us bowed.
SUNGAZER / OPEN SKY
(Written by Robur Koppe, composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Cast away, another day Staring into the sun
Flew too close, but now I’m home. Where I’ll forever stay. Forever wait
And longer and longer I’ll blame. Longing for light. Longing for life again.
Longing away
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Days gone by, yet still I try, asking 'why?' once again
Echoed days, a price to pay. Freedom now that I can't, that i can't buy
Forever and ever deny. Finding what’s mine. Finding what’s right again
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Sun swept sky, is growing dark (Darker than)
Thoughts inside, at least for now, they’re bright
For I still have thirst for light.
Oft found sympathy, a note received, in glass
Will I forever be, longing for open sky
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Black ink sky, has grown too dark (for me to)
See the light, can’t see the sun, dissolved
Thoughts swirl twist twirl inside out
Tribute claimed, for echoed days, my mind
Will I forever be, longing for open sky
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Will I forever be, longing for open sky
THE WAY
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
Now the time doesn’t stop on our way
Life has much to offer us, and we don’t have to pray
All our paths shift and move, day by day
But we know those paths will fit right back to shape when we want it our way
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Come feel the heat. A change of state
Of all that I can offer you and you don’t have to wait
So come on down, I’ll show you ‘round
Embrace the warmth and you will feel the way
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Hear the clock as your time ticks away
It wispers notes that sound the same as ones that you heard yesterday
All our paths shift and move, day by day
But we know those paths will fit right back to shape when we want it our way
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Come feel the heat. A change of state
Of all that I can offer you and you don’t have to wait
So come on down, I’ll show you ‘round
Embrace the warmth and you will feel the way
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Feel the heat
A change of state
Of the way
Feel the heat
A change of state
Of the way
TO BE KIND
(Written & composed by Bram Stakenburg)
I must confess I lost a friend today
Though she never knew what it meant to be alive
And all the friends I’ve taken out the rain.
Have all but flourished from my guilt and my pride
When all but streaks of shame have washed away
Your scent still lingers like a thought across my mind
And all the leaves have left the one to blame
The nails once rusted, are now polished from starlight
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But tomorrow I will make, another of your name
Bury it too deep to ever find
And when it rots away, another takes its place
Knowing what it means to be kind
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I must confess I bought a friend today
Though she never knew what it meant to be priced
And all the friends that I have drowned away
Are all but nourished from the sand and the night
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But tomorrow I will make, another of your name
Bury it too deep to ever find
And when it rots away, another takes its place
Knowing what it means to be kind
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And although it seems so far away
Tomorrow I will find
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I must confess I don’t know what to say
The words forgotten through the tide
COVERS & REMAKES
CAREFULLY SELECTED FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
RESPECT
ARETHA FRANKLIN
LET'S WORK TOGETHER
CANNED HEAT
IT'S ALRIGHT
ETTA JAMES
THE CHAIN
FLEETWOOD MAC
WALKING BY MYSELF
GARY MOORE
OH PRETTY WOMAN
GARY MOORE
STILL GOT THE BLUES
GARY MOORE
RADAR LOVE
GOLDEN EARRING
ST. JAMES INFIRMARY
HUGH LAURIE
CROSSROADS
JOHN MAYER
CROP WON'T EVER COME
ROBIN LOXLEY
BRING IT ON HOME TO ME
SAM COOKE
COLD SHOT
STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN
TIN PAN ALLEY
STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN
LOOK AT LITTLE SISTER
STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN
NEXT TO YOU
STING
LITTLE RED ROOSTER
THE ROLLING STONES
GIVE ME ONE REASON
TRACY CHAPMAN
TUSH
ZZ TOP
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