Hank Beukema - Writer - Narrator

Narrated - Hank Beukema

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Sometimes When You're Falling - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

It Never Was Me - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

48 hours was all that was needed to create this EP of inspired music. Raashan Ahmad and Headnodic honed the quality of their collaboration as founding members of the groups Mission: and Crown City Rockers. That musical short-hand, friendship and effortless connection is apparent through every moment of this release of beautiful beats and rhymes. Dig.

05 Celebrate Yourself

I'll Sing The Song of Life To You - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema
Piano - Ted Cornell
Copyright revbuckman music 2007

I'll Sing The Song of Life To You - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

But - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema
Copyright revbuckman music 2014

But - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

Tears Rained Down - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema
Copyright revbuckman music 2016

Tears Rained Down - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

Travelling East in the Westbound Lane - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

feat. Hank Beukema
Lyrics and vocals by Hank Beukema


The Old Man in the Mirror

He said he did it for the wife and the kids
And he got so close he could taste it
But the old man in the mirror
Caught his eye and he said
It's long past time that you faced it.
You sang it all wrong,
Yeah, you wrote the damn song
But all you ever did was waste it.

He sees them kissing in the park
He sees them driving through the dark
Memories so strong he can taste her
But then he hears the refrain
All you gave them was pain and
He knows he can never replace her.

He said he did it for the wife and the kids
And then he spent every bit of their savings
But the old man in the mirror
Caught his eye and he said
But
You never stopped feeding your cravings.
You sang it all wrong
Yeah, you wrote the damn song.
Now you walk the streets all night raving.

He sees them tossing the ball on the lawn
He sees the Yankees, a child's picture drawn
The boy's face lights up then goes dim
But then he hears the refrain
All you gave them was pain and
He knows he can never replace him.

He sees them kissing in the park
He sees them driving through the dark
Memories so strong he can taste her
But then he hears the refrain
All you gave them was pain and
He knows he can never replace her

The old man in the mirror
Caught his eye and he said
It's long past time that you faced it.
You sang it all wrong,
Yeah, you wrote the damn song
But all you ever did was waste it.

Hank Beukema Copyright revbuckmanmusic 2014

The old man in the mirror Longplayer, feat. Hank Beukema

Never a Time 
Music - Ted Cornell 
Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

There was never a time laying next to her
That my soul did not feel blessed.
Hearts on fire don't burn on forever,
Passion and madness need rest.
Nights filled with magic, days on the run
Angels would look down and sigh.
Was there a moment, a change in her eyes
When forever turned into goodbye?

[I go down to the river, 
and listen for the train.
But, all I hear is my own voice, 
no mercy from the rain.
The angels have all left us now, 
they took away my chance,
To hold you close just one more time
And whisper while we dance...]


There was never a good time to tell her,
I had too little heart left to share
I'd lost it on the road one night
Some days I still almost cared.
Tho' what's been lost and what's been gained
Still screams my name at night,
The morning's not so far away,
Keep dancing toward the light.

There was never the time to remember
Redemption begins on your knees.
It was always too much to ask of my wants
To think of another's needs.
And the nights got much longer, 
the years grew more selfish,
the mirror never held a friend.
Yesterday's sorrow, tomorrow's promise
Do broken hearts ever mend?

[I go down to the river, 
and listen for the train.
But, all I hear is my own voice, 
no mercy from the rain.
The angels have all left us now, 
they took away my chance,
To hold you close just one more time
And whisper while we dance...]

There was never a time laying next to her
That my soul did not feel blessed.
Hearts on fire don't burn on forever,
Passion and madness need rest.
Nights filled with magic, days on the run
Angels would look down and sigh.
Was there a moment, a change in her eyes
When forever turned into goodbye?

Hank Beukema Copyright revbuckman music 2010
All Rights Reserved

Never A Time - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

A Collaboration
There's A Certain Sound A Heart Makes
Narration and Words by Hank Beukema 
Music and production by Earth Connector 
Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

There's a certain sound a heart makes
When it starts to break apart
Some say it happens little by little
Some say it's there from the start

The Indians take their fables
and make them into a special tea
It takes their eyes inside themselves
But it blinds them when they see.

The only thing I wanted to learn
Was to enjoy the passing of time.
It turns out while it was passing
I was learning to lose my mind

They stood in a circle around a fire
Jumping in and out of the sparks
The leader was a large man
Painted and very dark
He called me by my rightful name
and ordered me into the arc
The magic words were spoken
Then everything went dark

There's a certain sound a heart makes
When in starts to break apart
It ends up roaring in your ears
But it's quiet at the start
Like a freight train moving slowly
Building speed along the way
You find yourself alone again
With nothing left to say

There's a moment when a heart breaks
You can almost mark the time
It happens when it comes to you
That there's no reason left to rhyme
When there's no way left to make it work
No magic that's not been tried
When a soul and body go separate ways
Nobody knowing why.

There's a certain sound a heart makes
When it starts to break apart
Some say it happens little by little
Some say it's there from the start
Hank Beukema Copyright revbuckman music 2013

There's A Certain Sound A Heart Makes - Earth Connector and Hank Beukema

A Touch of Tenderness - Shankari Soft Version
Music and production by Anne-Aude Bonnet
Words and Narration by Hank Beukema

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Slipped just out of her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

Winter spring summer fall
Lessons to be learned
Sure as there's a spark inside
Bridges can be burned
A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned

Morning brings another day
Filled with hope and chance
The gypsy music in her soul
Can make the angels dance
Dreams don't die when we awake
They just go deep inside
She's due a hundred days of laughter
For every night she cried

She's searching for redemption
From a past that let her down
The dreams she had so long ago
No longer come around
The ticket to salvation
Is just within her reach
She thinks the ship has sailed away
She's still standing on the beach.

A touch of tenderness in the night
A place to make a stand
The times that we remember
Are the ones we never planned

The times that we remember 
Are the ones we never planned

Hank Beukema Copyright revbuckman music 2010