A Collection Of Original Works
by Roy de Smet
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A Changing Monument
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For The First Time
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Eyes Like Helen of Troy
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Brother
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Strange Sense I'm Dying
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False Sunlight
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Bald Dandelions
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Woman
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about
Demo recordings.
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Roy de Smet is a folky singer-songwriter who started his musical carreer at the PX Songwriters Guild in Volendam, january 2010. In the following years, Roy de Smet has played at numerous occasions such as Tricky Theater, Amsterdam; Goeie Zin, Amsterdam; Singelfestival, Edam; Kaaspop, Edam; Picknick In Het Park, Volendam; De Lichtfabriek, Haarlem; 'Loop Die Dijk'-manifestatie, Volendam (along 3Js and Martine Bond) and on many more occasions.
He has been doing some livingroom-concerts and has plans for releasing an EP.
Roy de Smet writes music to which people can relate.
He is being greatly influenced by music of the '60s and '70s and music from today's indie/folk scene. Furthermore he is influenced by everything he sees and hears.
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CONTACT
roydesmet@hotmail.com
+31 640507757
www.facebook.com/RoyDeSmet
www.twitter.com/RoyDeSmet
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Roy de Smet is a folky singer-songwriter who started his musical carreer at the PX Songwriters Guild in Volendam, january 2010. In the following years, Roy de Smet has played at numerous occasions such as Tricky Theater, Amsterdam; Goeie Zin, Amsterdam; Singelfestival, Edam; Kaaspop, Edam; Picknick In Het Park, Volendam; De Lichtfabriek, Haarlem; 'Loop Die Dijk'-manifestatie, Volendam (along 3Js and Martine Bond) and on many more occasions.
He has been doing some livingroom-concerts and has plans for releasing an EP.
Roy de Smet writes music to which people can relate.
He is being greatly influenced by music of the '60s and '70s and music from today's indie/folk scene. Furthermore he is influenced by everything he sees and hears.
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CONTACT
roydesmet@hotmail.com
+31 640507757
www.facebook.com/RoyDeSmet
www.twitter.com/RoyDeSmet
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credits
released 20 April 2012
Demo recordings.
Recorded and mixed by Roy de Smet.
All songs written and performed by Roy de Smet.
Cello on track 6 by Mary Jane Kwan.
Piano on track 9 by Ringo Maurer.
Artwork portrait by Ringo Maurer.
Demo recordings.
Recorded and mixed by Roy de Smet.
All songs written and performed by Roy de Smet.
Cello on track 6 by Mary Jane Kwan.
Piano on track 9 by Ringo Maurer.
Artwork portrait by Ringo Maurer.
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- Track Name: A Changing Monument
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An old house where once a lover lived,
I can't walk past without to stop, to take a look
to shed a tought of times that no longer are,
a house that's no longer there, or I can't find find
with all the memories I have of it.
A changing monument, for all to see.
Where people live who have long passed.
Memories of a long gone past.
A house I've entered once or twice,
but through the passing of time
no longer opens its doors to me.
A house, a home, a second home,
the house where a relative lived
but no longer there resides.
They may have died or moved away
but the house hasn't stayed the same.
A new wind blew and changed the tune,
piled up dust on memories.
A changing monument, for all to see.
Where people live who have long passed.
Memories of a long gone past.
A new house, fresh like a blank page.
No memories yet attached,
but it'll come.
It'll come. - Track Name: For The First Time
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Where I sleep,
where my feet touch the soil where my parents were born,
I must keep my eyes shut and my mouth covered.
Seek for the restless in thought of my old parents' past.
I must stay, but I lay -what can I say?- on the ground on which she, for the first time....
Where he for the first time met his bride.
For the first time.
What can I do to set this lovestory forth?
It may not end here. Not now.
Can someone help me? For the first time,.. - Track Name: Eyes Like Helen of Troy
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In the morning when the sun comes up,
the sunlight lights the room.
With my eyes half closed I look at you.
The sunlight in your hair.
I clearly see a shade of red
in your dark brown hair.
Like the sunset above the Mediteranean sea.
I can see it in your hair.
But when the sun doesn't come, on a winter morning,
I look into your eyes and all I can do is sigh.
I get out of the bed, take a look at your back.
I see millions of mineworkers digging copper ores.
Polishing them, making them shine
and laying them on your back.
But when the sun doesn't come, and I look into your eyes
I come to realise that you haven't changed because the sun didn't come up this morning,
but you're still as beautiful as you were before. - Track Name: In Tuscany
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Listen, should I sing you a song before you go to sleep?
I could sing a song about a man who had lost everything he loved.
Or I could choose to sing a song about pirates on the sea.
Or I might choose not to sing, at all
Baby, do you want me to dance with you, tonight?
I could dance to a waltz by Frédéric Chopin or I could choose to dance to a song by The Beatles.
Or perhaps, I might not dance at all.
We had no excuse in Tuscany: breakfast in the morning sun.
You looked beautiful in Tuscany but I couldn’t make you stay.
Say, would you mind if I’d dreamed ‘bout you?
I could dream about me, lying by your side.
Or I could dream ‘bout you and I, being catchers in the rye.
You probably know it by now: I might not dream at all
I could stay awake and wait here for you,
I could wait in front of your house, wait ‘till you show up,
or I could pick you up - tonight, at the airport.
Or I could simply go to bed. And dream.
We had lunch in Tuscany;
Chiabatta and a glass of wine.
You looked gorgeous in Tuscany - beautiful memories. - Track Name: Brother
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I don't know what you're going through.
I don't know how it feels to feel like that.
I can in no way relate to you.
I don't know how it feels to feel that way.
No, not even if I would want to.
There was a time that we shared a room,
shared our toys, our dreams - we were brothers.
Then suddenly, everything had changed.
Changed and it would never be the same again.
No, not even if you would want to.
Oh, I'd never thought that I would be missing you.
It suddenly dawns on me, though you were never there.
I can in no way relate to you.
I don't know how it feels to feel that way.
You've been away for far too long!
It's not the same, it will never be the same again.
No, no even if we would want to.
Oh, I'd never thought that I would be missing you.
It suddenly dawns on me, though you were never there. - Track Name: Strange Sense I'm Dying
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I have a strange sense I'm dying.
I am all right, but fully aware
that if I go to sleep right now,
I won't wake up again.
I'm walking round the chamber,
ready to take off and leave.
Don't dare to say goodbye,
but I'll write my letters before I die!
My hands are trembling and my tears stain the paper.
Making my words unreadable and my will unheard.
I have a strange sense I'm dying,
I see the battle's ended.
Soon, everything will be lost.
The coin's already been tossed.
I rest my case, I rest my head.
I close my eyes and fall asleep. - Track Name: False Sunlight
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How could you’ve been so callous
Always asked for attention
But kept me 5ft. apart from your heart
Did I scare you or weren’t you ready?
Or did the problem lie in me?
A howling dog in the night
reminds me still of you
How could you relate
To my selfless emotions in that?
False sunlight over me
Shines on my face, try to make me see.
But I know not everything is what it seems to be
Shining false sunlight over me
The city skyline collapses
in the flood of the salt water
like erosion on the rocks.
How could you’ve been so callous?
False sunlight over me
Shines on my face, try to make me see.
But I know not everything is what it seems to be
Shining false sunlight, over me
False sunlight over me,
False sunlight over me! - Track Name: Bald Dandelions
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Letters in my letterbox, but I can't open them.
They remind me, always,
of forgotten places.
Pictures in my photobook, but I can't look at them.
They remind me, always,
of forgotten places.
A strong wind carries through my life,
leaves my dandelions bald.
Paintings on my wall, I can barely look at them.
They need to come down, for they remind me of colours, joy.
What once was.
Poems on paper scraps, hidden in my drawers,
they remind me, always,
of who I was once.
A strong wind carries through my life,
leaves my dandelions bald.
Records on my records shelf, I can't listen to them.
They remind me, always
of previous lovers.
Letters stay silent, faces unreminded. - Track Name: Woman
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There's a woman in my bed that I don't know.
We haven't talked much and I don't know where I'd found her.
But I know I've seen those eyes before.
And I must admit, her scent smells familiair!
There is a woman in my house I've never seen.
She is here all the time, but I remember times -
Times when she wasn't here all along.
When did she come, when will she go?
What is she doing here?
There is a woman on my hand I can't let go.
She's been there for me when times were getting rough.
Supporting me when I wasn't myself.
We cuddled, kissed, we had three kids,
what are we doing?!
