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    "Heard in the Scene"genre: Jazz Vocals
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    This song tells about Heleens first contact with jazz music long, long ago!
    CD: Heard in theScene   Label: Munich Records
    Credits: Lyrics: Heleen van den Hombergh. Music: Boschman, De Zeeuw, Van den Hombergh

    Story Behind the Song
    Dedicated to the jazz musicians performing in 'De Troubadour' Groningen (Netherlands) in the early 1980s.

    Lyrics
    Heard in the scene
    Lyrics: © Heleen van den Hombergh. Music: K.Boschman,E. de Zeeuw, H. van den Hombergh


    On Friday nights I went to town
    and saw the northern jet-set
    They played their scores upside down
    Something I didn't get yet:
    those "new blues"
    The avant-garde men I met
    they worked me into cold sweat
    I kept on dreaming I would step right
    on the stage and sing that theme!
    But then I went to bed instead
    though I could not forget that
    It's this this club that lingers on my mind
    high heels and red wine
    Midnight hours with wanted boys
    Each chorus tension rose
    and froze with the last drink:
    a rainy going home
    Me in white blouse
    looking too cool to touch
    while pretty men tapped their feet on
    freaky themes
    Found out all about jazz and that
    it never left again
    Whirling, whirling, the whole place
    as a stage in the play of my mind
    years and years…..
    -solos-
    Me in white blouse
    Looking too cool to touch
    While pretty men tapped their feet on
    freaky themes
    Found out all about jazz and that
    it never left again
    Obsessed by a keyboard player
    who saw through me, and made me small
    Why am I hurt, why am I hurt?
    Only want to be seen, seen, heard in the
    scene!
    Whirling, the whole place as a stage
    in the play of my mind
    years and years….
    On Friday nights I went to town
    And saw the northern jet-set
    They played their scores
    Upside down
    Something I didn't get yet
    Those new blues
    The avant garde men I met
    They worked me into cold sweat
    Whatever happens I will realize
    They drove me mad!


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