I catch grooves
on which melodies grow
and express
a kind of magic
realism in my lyrics

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I write songs that I record in my little home studio.
I catch grooves on which melodies grow
and express a kind of magic realism in my lyrics.

The Tales of the Naughty Nun


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 The Tales of the Naughty Nun

Corona Diaries

Vampire in Wonderland

The Loneliness of the Songwriter

“Catchy Tunes”

Len the story of a Music Man

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The story of a Music Man who tries to Catch a Lightning Ray and departs at The Troubadours Alba for a Wonderland where he will Save a Prayer before he arrives Down the River to behold the circle of existence. Real poems never end…

The videos were filmed in:

  • The desert of San Pedro de Atacama (Chile)
  • The solitary island of Rapa Nui (Easter Island)
  • The monastery of Santa Catalina in Arequipa (Peru)
  • The shores of Paraty (Brasil)
  • Lima (Peru)

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LYRICS

Along the Way

When I feel the lightning
wanna strike me today
and rains of confusion
are coming my way

I will be running
find a place to hide
on the slippery roads
I try to stride

I gotta keep on going
along the way
I gotta keep on running
and catch a lightning ray

And I see a shelter
for the thunder and rain
but when I’m getting closer
I feel linked to a chain

And I start to wonder
what’s this all about
am I alone here
yet chained to the crowd?

And all things down
are they like above?
I know… I am
I guess that’s enough

I gotta keep on going
along the way
I gotta keep on running
and catch a lightning ray

run boy run
run boy run
run boy run
catch a lightning ray…


Troubadour Electrique

I don’t know why
I’m feeling this way
a burning lust
to come out and play
the music flows
and the melody grows
the troubadour ‘s alba
at the dawn of day

When a cool breeze
calls the sun to rise,
I sense the air
of Paradise
Timeless words
the troubadour wrote
while he sang his songs
of love devote

Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell

When the night departs
from the morning gate
Can you still recall
the serenade
the troubadour sang
while the night began
now the melody lingers
a twist of fate

Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell


Through the Looking glass

And in the silence of the night
I keep on staring through the looking glass
and you shine so bright
in a wonderland….

———————–

Save a prayer for the world

save a prayer for the sea
save a prayer for the tree
save a prayer for the bee
save a prayer for you
save a prayer for me
save a prayer for we, the people

Save a prayer for the greedy
who think a soul is made of dollars
Save a prayer for the violent
who think God is a gun
Save a prayer for the people
who think freedom is a wall

save a prayer for the world

save a prayer for the sea
save a prayer for the tree
save a prayer for the bee
save a prayer for you
save a prayer for me
save a prayer for we, the people
———————————–

Down the River

From the source to the sea
the river flows, perpetually

The eternal shores that smell of desire
on which I’ll be washed again and again
From darker skies into brighter heavens
Real poems never end…

Take my hand for a walk
on the paths that seem unknown
cause I’m floating down the river
bound to drown into the sea


website: https://lenmusicman.com

Troubadour Electrique

I don’t know why I’m feeling this way
a burning lust to come out and play
the music flows and the melody grows
the troubadour’s alba at the dawn of day

When a cool breeze calls the sun to rise,
I sense the air of Paradise
Timeless words the troubadour wrote
while he sang his songs of love devote

Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell

When the night departs
from the morning gate
Can you still recall the serenade?
The troubadour sang while the night began
now the melody lingers a twist of fate

Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell


Fade Away (Dark end of the day)

Will you ever go down
into the town
where the angels
would kneel down and cry
and tell the stories of the great wonder why

The angel said:
When you walk
on the road of life
you can see tears rolling by
you feel sorrow
and you feel joy

Thousand mountains you climb
never reaching your aim
you’re waiting for something
for something that won’t come

Black waves of raging water
will throw you ashore
and the hazy dew of newer mornings
will call out for more

like a torch you will light up
for a while you’ll glow
but you fade, fade away
into the dark end of the day

Ice Queen

When the Ice Queen walked into town
wearing a snow-white velvet gown
when the sun, lightened her face
my eyes were blinded by beauty and grace

From one day i go into the next I fly
whirlwinds taking me into the sky
and nothing else matters any more
when snowstorms howling at my door

When I opened my eyes again
the day looked brighter than ever when
there was nothing more I could do
cause I knew the enchantment was true

From one day i go into the next I fly
whirlwinds taking me into the sky
and nothing else matters any more
when snowstorms spin me into the core

When the Ice Queen took over the land
I felt her breathing on my frozen hand
and all of a sudden, I heard a voice
Music Man you’ve got a choice

In my snow land you may always dwell
but play your music or I break the spell
and I’ll be the muse you have felt
so play the music and I never melt

Through the looking glass (wonderland)

In the silence of the night
I keep on staring through the looking glass
and you shine so bright
in a wonderland

I feel my heart
beat like crazy
when you’re passing by

your eyes
take my breath
and make me feel so high

and in the silence of the night
I keep on staring through the looking glass
and you shine so bright
in a wonderland

Prayer

Save a prayer for the world
Save a prayer for the greedy
who think a soul is made of dollars.

Save a prayer for the violent
who think god is a gun.
Save a prayer for the people
who think freedom is a wall

Save a prayer for the sea.
Save a prayer for the tree.
Save a prayer for the bee

Save a prayer for you
Save a prayer for me
Save a prayer for we the people…

The Ocean of Love

When she smiles
from her golden lips
a drop of honey
slowly drips
into the reign
of a sudden whim
you find yourself
on a limb

It will take your breath away
steal your night and day
through the caves of mystery
you swim ….
into the ocean of love

and while a crazy beat
conquers your heart
a burning heat
will tear you apart

and you will dive
into the sea
and you will love
what you see

It will take your breath away
steal your night and day
through the caves of mystery
you swim ….
into the ocean of love

Stay at Home

I stay at home
All alone
I’m stranded on my own

In the garden
I hear the birds sing
They’re the warden
of a newborn spring

They seem happy
and without fear
And they fly over the graveyards
without a tear

And i wish i could sing
In that blue sky above
And I wish I had a wing
so i could fly like a dove

I would fly above the ocean
from the east to the west
To the shores of Peru
and rest upon a crest

But I stay at home
All alone
I’m stranded on my own

Silence in the Street

There is silence in the street
I can hear my walking feet
And I’m so aware
There is some magic in the air

No cars spitting out their gas
I’m walking first class
I’m a king without a crown
On the pavement in my home town

I love corona walks
Meditation walks
I love the silence all around
It’s Paradise lost i found

Every time I step on a stone
I see an angel on a throne
Visions of Joana
Mona, Mary, Diana
Alexandra, Valentina
Laura, Eve and Helena
Angels with a crown
On the pavement in my home town

I love corona walks
Meditation walks
I love the silence all around
It’s Paradise lost, I found…

Gloomy Day by Len

Gloomy Day

Days double the daze,
embrace the mellow maze
feel the grace when gloomy days
wake up with a sleepy face

daffodils down the drain
you can feel their pain
on a station in the rain
you wait in vain for a train

ding a dong
sing along
you may be right
you may be wrong

ding a dong
sing along
you may be weak
you may be strong

you may be good
you may be bad
you may be happy
you may be sad

but everything’s okay
on a gloomy day

days of reflection

Reflection

These are the days
of reflection
These are the hours
of resurrection

These are the minutes
to stand still
These are the seconds
to feel the chill

I’m back in the house
where i grew up to be a man
I’m happy to talk with my mother
about the days back than

This is the year
to go back to my roots
This is the era
to pick the fruits

This is the time
to embrace the past
This is the moment
to let the future last

And down at the graveyard
where my father rest
I see his shadow on the tombstone
and I feel blessed

Lenny

Lenny

Little Lenny
holds his grandmother’s hand
a strong wind’s blowing
in a river land

Going to the bakery
where he starts to sing
Four years of innocence
he’s the king

He sings about a woman
who flirts with every guy
and some bible belt ladies
give him an angry eye

Lenny knew it from the start
he was born to be a star
and be a music man
playing air guitar

Lenny does a playback
in front of a crowd
On a badminton racket
he’s playing so loud

at night he’s dreaming
he’s in a rock ‘n roll band
than he starts screaming
on a stage of quicksand

Lenny knew it from the start
he was born to be a star
and be a music man
playing air guitar
Little Lenny

the dream girl couldn't sleep

The Dream Girl Couldn’t Sleep

When the dream girl sighs
she’ll take you away
over the mystic doorstep
to a forest…. far away

she will paint in colors
on the wall of fate
she will draw the curtains
of a translucent state

the dream girl couldn’t sleep at night
she’s busy invading dreams
sowing the seeds of love
on a lucid reverie

she will hunt you down
and haunt your dream
of love and emotion
and silent screams

she will linger on
face the mirror of your soul
like a newborn baby
without a goal

the dream girl couldn’t sleep at night
she’s busy invading dreams
sowing the seeds of love
on a lucid reverie

dream girl dream a dream girl

Vampire

She’s a vampire
but she won’t bite
she’s a vampire
she’s out of sight

she’s a vampire
she steals your heart
for the moon
is ready to part

on the night shift
asleep at day
a pale diamond
a moonlight serenade

She loves to play the cello
a little slow and mellow
move her fingers on a string
and make you think you’re the king

Like a fairy
with round cheeks
she always finds
but never seeks
Vampire …

blues and the muse

Blues and the Muse

I’ve got the blues, I’ve got my shoes
I’ve got a muse and nothing to lose
carry my guitar on my back
I pick a flower on the lonesome track

the troubadour writes. the troubadour sings
about dirty angels losing their wings
the troubadour dives into the sea
riding the waves on a desert tree

and I’m going round and round
feel the rhythm hear the sound

a place for noble man to go
into the alleys of the soul
into the gutters of the mind
into the dawn…. that was left behind

I ‘ve got the blues. i’ve got my shoes
I’ve got a muse and nothing to lose
carry my guitar on my back
I travel the roads….and don’t look back

and I’m going round and round
feel the rhythm hear the sound

Ocean of Love

The Siren won’t sing today

The siren used to come out and play
like a muse she showed the way
her songs blew the night away
and gave birth to a brighter day

Slowly slip sliding away
it led the senses allay
like a flower in a field of May
like a soul on all saint’s day

Now the shores are full of hearsay
about the siren stranded today
how the sun turned her into clay
and the siren won’t sing today

Stranded today
on the sand she lay
like a flower in May
that was blown away

she won’t sing today
the siren won’t sing today

About Len

Little Lenny

LennyI was just 4 years old when I did my first public ‘show’. I went with my grandmother to a bakery and started to sing a song in Dutch language ‘Zij kon het lonken niet laten’ (she couldn’t stop ogling). It was a song from a 45 vinyl record we had at home and I used to listen to it quite often. So I knew every word, although I didn’t understand the sense of the song. I had no idea what ogling was 😉.  In the quite conservative village where my grandmother lived, my singing was not really appreciated. ‘Some ‘bible belt ladies gave me an angry eye’. The song Lenny is based on this event.


Piano & Guitar

When I was about 8 years old, I got my first piano lessons.  To be honest I never really liked to spend much time studying the piano. As a young kid, I preferred to play soccer outside. I guess that’s why I never became a virtuoso on the instrument, but the 5 years of practise gave me enough skills to be able to play a rather slow version of Gymnopédie no. 1 by Erik Satie. The French composer has always been one of my favourites in classical music. His influence you can hear in my instrumental track Crepuscolo.

Later I  switched to the guitar because at the time I thought that it was much cooler than a piano and made it easier to start a band. As soon as I was able to play enough chords on the guitar, I felt eager to compose my own songs in bands like Sjek Sjek & the Vloetjes, Pilz and The Beautiful Losers.


Drum & Bass

A few years later I plunged into reggae music. With a band named High Spirits we played around the Netherlands in famous venues like The Melkweg in Amsterdam, Nighttown in Rotterdam and Vredenburg in Utrecht. We also made it to a few live performances on TV. I was the bass player and in that period I learned that you can either start a song with a melody and a chord sequence or with a rhythm of the drum and bass. Most of the time I work that way, starting with a rhythm of drum and bass on which melodies grow…


Talking with musicians

When i realized that being a full-time musician wouldn’t bring enough food on the table, I looked for an alternative and changed my focus to the only other thing I’m good at: writing. I started working as a journalist and later developed myself into an article writer for a wide variety of websites.

During my time as a journalist another dream came true: interviewing musicians. I talked with artists like Michael Franti, Juanes, Noa, Mafalda Arnauth , David Hinds (Steel Pulse), Steve Chandra Savale (Asian Dub Foundation), Anjali,  Sergant Garcia,  Raul Pacheco (Ozomatli), Cibelle, Suzanna Lubrano, Tania Libertad, Kevin Coyne, Michael de Jong among others… Read some of these interviews here


123 Music Now Records

Talking with artists from different musical backgrounds, inspired me a lot to keep on making music myself. But it was not until I discovered home recording, that I thought about publishing my own songs. With the philosophy of ‘do it yourself’ in mind I created 123 Music Now Records to publish my own music.


One World

I feel blessed to share my music and I’m very grateful to see how my songs & lyrics wander around the planet and have been streamed 75K+ times already…


Troubadour Electique Anthology

Troubadour Electrique Anthology by LenTroubadour Electrique Anthology is the culmination of my career as a songwriter. The album brings my favourite songs in one place.  I polished some dust, mixed & mastered them again or recorded a new version. ‘Songs that take you to a world where dreams and reality dance together on a groovy bed of rhythm and melodies’.

I have always been inspired by poetry that explores the subconscious, like the poems of William Blake,  W.B Yeats or Arthur Rimbaud. The same amount of inspiration I get from the poetry of the troubadours. These singer-songwriters of the middle ages give fuel to my imagination and form the foundation of my lyrics. Lots of my songs reflect the image of the ancient troubadour,  transformed in a modern 21th century electric troubadour who sings his songs of love and desire, songs that flow through the gates of mystery and wander beyond the mystic doorstep…..