VANDERLINDE

WIND AND RAIN

The golden light above you Reminds me of your nameEverything is changed now Nothing feels the same

In these times of wind and rain

Now that I’m on the road againAn urgent need to roamI’m drowning in a dark blue sea I can’t find my way back home

In these times of wind and rain, it’s driving me insane In these times of wind and rain, I feel a lot of pain

The teardrops touching my brains My brains are aching as hell Tell me, why am I abandoned? Good lord please stop this spell

In these times of wind and rain, it’s driving me insane

All seasons gone only autumn Darkness still on its way Lost in a forest of great despair Heaven tells me to pray

In these times of wind and rain, it’s driving me insane In these times of wind and rain, there’s nothing left but pain

Nothing feels the same

Composed by Arjan van der Linde

Lyrics Arjan van der Linde

and Carla Geveke

String arrangements Nick Petricca

Arjan van der LindeVocal, Acoustic Guitars

and Bass Guitar

Christof BauwensElectric Guitars

Tennis MountsDrums

Dana KellerPedal Steel and Dobro

Sylvia MitchellViolin 1

Kristin FrankenfeldViolin 2

Paul PattersonViola

Amy GillinghamVioloncello

WIND AND RAIN



and Carla Geveke

Arjan van der LindeVocals, Acoustic Guitars

and Bass Guitar

Natalie Wells Electric Guitars

Christof Bauwens Electric Guitars and

Telephone Sound

Tennis MountsDrums

Tasha PenceHammond Organ

Dana Keller Pedal Steel

Liz Wu Conga’s

THE DIFFERENCE

Do you know what’s nagging me?We all know how it’s meant to beOpen your mind and follow your heartClose your eyes and see who’s inside

Tell me what’s the difference about us?I can’t see the difference between usIt’s the thread that makes us strong

Colour blind is what we should beWe all need the other side A cesspool of convictions We all need a guiding light


Don’t you see it’s getting kind of strange? It seems that we all need to changeLove should never be this out of rangeTo live in perfect harmony and make the difference


At the dimming of the day, watching the sun to go downTears are falling like rain from my eyesI never felt this way beforeCounting the hours in a long forgotten place The good old fashioned way of living has passedThe mirror reflects my long gone version

Won’t see the sun rise anymore There are no tomorrows, only farewells Thoughts are clouding my mindThere are no tomorrows I can’t wait for yesterday

My always blooming tree has lost it’s blossom for good The flying v of birds in the hell red skyThe seasons ain’t changing anymore I’ve always hoped they lead to another tomorrow The speed of light resolves in a fading sound The words in my book of life have already been read

Won’t see the sun rises anymore There are no tomorrows, only farewells Thoughts are clouding my mindThere are no tomorrows I can’t wait for yesterday

At the dimming of the day, watching the sun to go downTears are falling like rain from my eyesBut they never reached the ground

CAN'T WAIT FOR YESTERDAYComposed by Arjan van der Linde


Arjan van der Linde Vocal, Acoustic Guitars

and Bass Guitar

Tara Beavers Vocal

Christof Bauwens Electric Guitars

Tennis Mounts Drums

Erwin Musper Synthesizer

Tasha Pence Hammond Organ

Rolling down the highway in a stolen carAccelerating while smoking a cigarHis gorgeous lady is on the lookout in a barA few more things that leave another scarApproaching the town with his love and his gunWhen bullets are flying it’s his way of fun

Spending the night in this townSpending the night in this town

No thoughts of tomorrow, it will come aroundHe’s got the money so let’s paint this townBeg, steal or borrow, it all feels so rightSpending it all Jack while the nights are still bright

Money doubles as fast as Texas sunshineShe brings them fortune, oh she is so fineHis slyness and her beauty perfectly appearThe first ray of sunlight gives way to his fearHe finds that his precious is no longer hereIn the end he has lost all what’s dear

Spending the night in this townSpending the night in this town

No thoughts of tomorrow, it will come aroundHe’s got the money so let’s paint this townBeg, steal or borrow, it all feels so rightSpending it all Jack while the nights are still bright



and Carla Geveke

ArrangementWietze Koning


Bass Guitar and Fender Rhodes


Tennis Mounts Drums

SPENDING IT ALL JACK

Went to a late night party, all on my ownIt might seem a little lonely, friends I have noneFound a place at the bar where there might be funThe bartender looked and said: ”another beer, son?”

Oooh what a night it was, leaving totally trashedOooh what a night it was, as my head felt heavily bashed

So as the night went on, some laughter and lots of cigarettesSaw a foxy lady, a moment I should regretWhen this ugly guy came by, and said:‘Stay off my wife you punk, or I’ll hit you on the head’

Oooh what a night it was, leaving totally trashedOooh what a night it was, as my head felt heavily bashed

It’s the same old rhyme, each and every timeWhatever I’ll try, it’s all but a lieBefore I go down, there’s a moment of doubtNo more mingling with the crowdStaying home would make me proud, so proud

I finally went home, longing for my bedTwo women in a fight, one of them I just metThought to be of any help, so I offered my servicesIt was in vain, I ended up surrounded by nurses

Oooh what a night it was, leaving totally trashedOooh what a night it was, as my head felt heavily bashedOooh what a night it was, leaving totally trashedOooh what a night it was, as my head felt heavily bashed




and Bass Guitar


Tennis Mounts Drums

Dana Keller Dobro

TOTALLY TRASHED




and Bass Guitar


Tennis MountsDrums

Paul PattersonViolin


Day after day, alone on a hillThe man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know himThey can see that he’s just a foolAnd he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning ‘round

Well on the way, head in a cloudThe man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hear himor the sound he appears to makeand he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning ‘round

And nobody seems to like himthey can tell what he wants to doand he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning ‘roundOoh, ooh and round

See the world spinning round and round

Composed by Lennon/McCartney


Arjan van der LindeVocal and Acoustic Guitars

Erwin MusperDrum Computer Sounds

Cicada of LocustZzzsssshhhh Sound


Kristin Frankenfeld Violin 2

Paul Patterson Viola

Amy Gillingham Violoncello

FOOL ON THE HILL

My good old friend, were have you been?Out of sight ain’t out of mindDid you forget the place or did you lose the time?

Sorry for being late, but I just woke up It’s the same old story, another screw upThere is a reason for it all, I’ll be better next time

Fairness lies in the duskCan’t give you a reasonI’m searching my soulThere’s protection withinHonesty or treasonAm I out of control?

All I give is all I possesYou take it in without a guessDid you forget the place or did you lose the time?

You don’t believe me but I really do careDon’t mean to hurt and I’m awareThere is a reason for it all, I’ll be better next time

Fairness lies in the duskCan’t give you a reasonI’m searching my soulThere’s protection withinHonesty or treasonAm I out of control?




and Bass Guitar


Tennis MountsDrums

Paul PattersonViolin


OUT OF CONTROL


LyricsArjan van der Linde

and Carla Geveke

String arrangementsNick Petricca

Arjan van der LindeVocals, Acoustic Guitars,

Bass Guitar and Fender Rhodes


Tennis MountsDrums

Dana KellerPedal Steel



Paul PattersonViola


DID YOU With the tears in my eyesI see this is all happening to meI’m not saying that I’m always rightAnd I don’t expect you to really understand

Did you do it for the money? Did you do it for the show? Did you loose your sense of honour? Can’t you find your way back home?

People think that I’m oddAnd I often feel ridiculedPlease respect my way of livingAnd trust your feelings like I do

Did you do it for your honey?Did you do it to glow?Did you try to start a war? Can you try to find your way back home?

Please tell me how to trust you To make me feel betterI will set myself freeThere’s only one way to be meI can tell you how to trust meSo you can feel betterYou can set yourself freeFor yourself and not for me

I didn’t come to play JesusI’m fragile as wellI didn’t ask for forgivenessBut you know you have to do it all by yourself

Did you do it for the money? Did you do it for the show? Did you loose your sense of honour? Can’t you find your way back home?

Please tell me how to trust you To make me feel betterI will set myself freeThere’s only one way to be meI can tell you how to trust meSo you can feel betterYou can set yourself freeFor yourself and not for me

THE RED CARDINAL


Arjan van der LindeAcoustic Guitars and

Bass Drum

Tennis MountsSnare Drum

Take a look outside and see what we have doneHow did we ever let the oceans run dry? No one survives when it’s all goneWe don’t even care as time passes by

I’ve travelled through the years to find it all out I’ve been to a lot of places and seen it all go downThere’s no reason to deny that I’m wrong

So take a look and feel the heat all around usSee how water finds it’s way over land I’m longing for the time before we where born The only thing around us was silence

I’ve travelled through time and found it all out I’ve seen a lot of places and people make it all go downThere’s no reason to deny that I’m wrong Take a look outside and see what we have doneHow did we ever let the oceans run dry? No one survives when it’s all goneWe don’t even care as time passes by

I’ve travelled through the years to find it all out I’ve been to a lot of places and seen it all go downI’ve travelled through time and found it all out I’ve seen a lot of places and people make it all go downThere’s no reason to deny that I’m wrong



Arjan van der LindeVocal, Acoustic Guitar

and Bass Guitar

Tara Beavers Vocals


Tennis Mounts Drums

Dana Keller Dobro

WHEN IT’S ALL GONE



and Nick Petricca


Arjan van der LindeVocals, Acoustic Guitar,

Bass Guitar and Bass Drum

Nick PetriccaVocals

Tennis MountsShaker

Dana KellerPedal Steel

Sylvia Mitchell Violin 1


Paul Patterson Viola


TALK ABOUT IT

Don’t want to talk about itOne day I’ll come aroundAlways in a rush my brotherAnd now the sun is sinking down

I don’t want to talk about itIt’s just the way it isI see you getting older brotherAnd it breaks my heart like this

You take it so easyYou kissed me when I cried But your hands shake like you are freezingAnd you tell me it’s alright

I don’t want to talk about itIt’s just the way it isI can see you getting older brotherAnd it breaks my heart like this

How many times have you said“I’ll sleep when I’m dead”One day the night will come, come for you

We were young when I pushed your head downOoh, and you nearly diedI shook like I was freezingBut you told me “It’s alright”

And I could never talk about itIt’s always been like thisYou will always be my brotherBut you break my heart like thisYou’re the beating of my heart



Arjan van der Linde Vocals, Acoustic Guitars

and Bass Guitar


Tennis Mounts Drums

THE WINDOW OF MY EYES

In our land of hope there’s no reason to hide I’m telling you that it lost it’s honour and it’s prideThe world diverts, stay on the wire, take a clear stand Don’t let yourself carried away by flattering wordsDon’t you tell me the enemy don’t need a helping hand

Through the window of my eyesI can see a world full of lies Through the window of my eyesWelcome in our paradise

Different beliefs aren’t there to hateDon’t let anybody become a victim of the stateSo come along, don’t distract yourself from loveIt’s a shame I had to write this song Which sign do we need from above?

Through the window of my eyesI’ll tell something which is no surprise Through the window of my eyesWelcome in our paradise, in our world of lies

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Erwin Musper at ‘Studio The Bamboo Room ’ Highland Heights, Kentucky, USA. (www.studiothebambooroom.com)Produced by Erwin Musper and Arjan van der Linde Design by Erik Woltermann (www.rocketindustries.nl) Photography by Leonie Kuizenga (Dazzlin Visuals) and Carla GevekePublished by FM Songs

Thanks to:

Erwin Musper and Daniëlle Musper, Joss Mennen (Rock Inc.), Martin Kleemann (Artist Station Records), Marco Rinke (CMM Promotion), Soulfood Music, Tiffany and Alex Lusht (Mind Ignition), Theo Samson, Erik Woltermann (Rocket Industries), Tennis Mounts, Dana Keller, Nick Petricca, Paul Patterson, Amy Gil-lingham, Sylvia Mitchell, Kristin Frankenfeld, Tara Beavers, Tasha Pence, Christof Bauwens, Liz Wu, Keith Adams, Natalie Wells, Maarten Burger, Frits Terpstra, Willem Koster, Peter van der Linde, Bram Hügel, Marloes de Bie, Leonie Kuizenga, Theun Supheert, Wietze Koning, Bart Schwertmann, Taco Amsing, Marcel Udinga (FunFactory050), Wim Kratsborn, André Kuik, Appie Clermonts (Plato), and most of all Carla, Bas, Teun and Fokje van der Linde

For management and bookings check: www.vanderlinde.info

VanderLinde 2011©

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