Hank Beukema - Writer - Narrator

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My favorite list so far, I had so much fun creating it, each track touched my heart, enjoy :)) 
Poetry Spoken Words Movies Quotes Inspiring Scenes

Poetry & Spoken Words ♥ Movies Scenes

Narrated - Hank Beukema

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Hey.. I know I'm probably the last person you wanna hear from right now, and I get that.. I just miss you.. a lot.. and I can't stop thinking about you.. I guess I was just calling to check if you were doing ok.. I'm not.. life is really hard without you.. I'm glad that smile is back on your face.. It suits you, you're gorgeous.. I'm always here if you need me.. you know that.. I love you. 

I Just Miss You

When The Time Was Right -  Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

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

It Never Was Me - Written and narrated by Hank Beukema

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Bruh

Free Tribe

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http://www.deephouseamsterdam.com/noisily-festival-podcast-by-uone/

In light of his upcoming summer performance at Noisily Festival, Uone's special podcast invites us into the holistic atmosphere the festival so deeply curates.

From the 7th-10th of July, Uone will perform at Noisily Festival - deep in a wood nestled in the heart of Leicestershire's countryside. He will play alongside artists such as Patrice Baumel, D-Nox and Beckers, Third Son and many more. Noisily Festival is an environmentally sustainable one. An escape from day to day life and a hedonistic microsociety which is stated to be void of prejudice.

In Uone's own words regarding preparing the podcast: "This mix is a true representation of my live DJing. Somewhere, it's floating between deep tribal rhythms, smooth emotive melodies, and enchanting vocals….. truly taking the listener on a journey. Also included are 3 exclusive brand new tracks from my studio!"

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Uone - Noisily Festival Podcast

Dancer

Rich Kidz - Dancer; Prod. Ace Harris

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

The Faces of Deer (2006)
When for too long I don't go deep enough 
into the woods to see them, they begin to 
enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the 
pinewoods of my inner life. I want to live a life
 full of modesty and praise. 

Each hoof of each
 animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches 
then lifts away from the ground. Unless you 
believe that heaven is very near, how will you
 find it? Their eyes are pools in which one 
would be content, on any summer afternoon,
 to swim away through the door of the world. 
Then, love and its blessing. Then: heaven.
by Mary Oliver
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The Faces of Deer, Mary Oliver, music Petra Hall ~ Roger/B-Train,  voice M. Justice

She Walks in Beauty
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 
And all that’s best of dark and bright 
Meet in her aspect and her eyes; 
Thus mellowed to that tender light 
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

One shade the more, one ray the less, 
Had half impaired the nameless grace 
Which waves in every raven tress, 
Or softly lightens o’er her face; 
Where thoughts serenely sweet express, 
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, 
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
But tell of days in goodness spent, 
A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent!


She Walks IN Beauty, by Lord Byron, music CinaScore, narrator M.J. Hummingway

Some Midnight - 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

A Touch of Tenderness (Shankari Soft Version)

Beautiful boy ending scene. Timothee Chalamet Reading a poem by Charles Bukowski
The poem is written in the comments couldn't fit it in the description.

Let It Enfold You | Timothée Chalamet | Poem by Charles Bukowski

A Letter From Franz Kafka, to Felice Bauer, read by RM

Charlie Chaplin – as I began to love myself 
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

As I Began To Love Myself - Poem by Charlie Chaplin

Jon Snow Kills Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones Season 8 Episode 6 Finale
Game of Thrones Season 8 Episode 6 Ending

You'll Always Be My Qeen | GOT

As I stand on this street corner and watch these two roads meet I suddenly feel at peace. 
Maybe it's because at my feet lies the intersection of two distinct paths merging at a point of vulnerability
Maybe because it's a reminder of you and me, and the blissful bond we once shared. 
Without a care in the world, my arms wrapped around you to shelter you from the cold. 
Two souls kept warm by each others company. 
Two hearts dancing in the rain playfully. 
Two minds with the same thing in mind, you want me to be yours and I want you to me mine. 
I don't know maybe I'm crazy.. 
Maybe time has finally out played me
Maybe I've stopped seeing beauty in the little things. 
Maybe I've stopped appreciating the gift life brings. 
Maybe I'm in over my head,
or maybe I just miss the familiar contours of your body under the chalk white sheets of my bed. 
I don’t know, maybe this is normal.. 
Maybe I stopped being myself after you left,
Maybe this is all a test, 
Maybe I failed and I couldn't clean up the mess, 
Maybe thats why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin, 
Maybe thats why whenever I try to apologize I don’t know where to begin or where to end all these things that I typed up in my mind and I wanna tell you but I just cant bring myself to hit "send".
Maybe I fucked up and I won't admit it, 
Maybe I'm a coward. 
Seems like I've got all the time in the world maybe I should do something about it.. 
I mean, every minute without you feels like an hour
Maybe I'm a fool for distancing myself from you
Maybe thats why I couldn't admit I loved you.. 
Because for some reason I couldn't accept that maybe,
just maybe,
You might have loved me too.

Just maybe

The BlackList
Donald Ressler: We are not going to live through this..
'Red' Raymond Reddington: I think we will.
Donald: How?
'Red': Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald...
Donald: No.
'Red': On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny?
I want that one more time.
I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Siena, to feel the surge as ten racehorses go thundering by.
I want another meal in Paris at L'Ambroisie in the place des Vosges.
I want another bottle of wine and then another.
I want the warmth of a woman in the cool set of sheets.
One more night of jazz at the Vanguard.
I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can.
Walk on the Wall again.
Climb the Tower.
Ride the River.
Stare at the frescos.
I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book.
Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy.
Give me that. Just one time.