Masterful acoustic guitar work, beautifully produced and performed 👍

Feels good, maybe a little celebration!  Real nice!

vocal is always great but this piece features some good guitar and bass.

another superb tune Bas!  always enjoy the gorgeous sound & arrangements you produce

This is magnificent in every way Bas. The instrumental interplay is wonderful and your vocal always captures my attention. Reading the translation I am struck with how beautiful this poem is and you have made something remarkable with it. Wow! Thanks for sharing such a gem

@benn10nyson: Thanks Ben, glad you like it!

Liking the mood of your interpretation of the poem Bas.

just excellent in all regards, the recording quality is absolutely outstanding!

Instrumental rock/metal - celebrating music purely for the joy of it.

Ascension

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Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Yesterday

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Stargazing

Homesick

[English translation]
ADIEU
Again i saw my love leave
and again it was: Adieu, my heart; soon
it is done with you, with me, with us,
and time and space move in between.

Ah, how many trains I saw depart
from other, from identical terminals?
I turn around and mutter under my breath
what we didn't tell each other this time as well.

Again the world is opening up to me
But darling , I see, just where I look,
in every shop window a stranger walking
whom i look like since you left.

Even for those who have learned not to hope 
too much, the illusion gradually disappears
Again the world is opening up to him
But he only sees, where he looks,
in every shop window a stranger walking 
in every shop window a stranger walking...

Poem: Jean Pierre Rawie (bundle 'Woelig stof')
Music: me

Adieu

ADIEU

Cover of a John Mayer using a 12-string acoustic, enjoy!

slow dancing in a burning room (cover)

Gravity

Path Of Destruction

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

A song about making choices in life... we all have to make them

Choices

Songs in English on https://soundcloud.com/seb-mankoo

ADIEU

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