THE PARTISAN
(1943 - France)
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often
I've lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in the garret
Then the soldiers came
She died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
But I must go on
The frontiers are my prison
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing
Freedom soon will come
Then we'll come from the shadows
NIMBY
(present - Europe)
I got a school full of kids playing running around.
I got twenty miles of asphalt here to pave your town
I got a village full of boomers morally shifted their minds
I got some populist leaders crossing over the lines
Empathize. Realize. Sympathize.
I got a truck full of fugitives who try to survive
I got religious neighbors praying 9 to 5
I got some fellow countrymen in need for a house
I got a million richass people
with too much time to kill
and way too much money
looking for a purpose
destroying my backyard
STRANGE TEETH
(March 2003 - London)
There are strange teeth growing in my stomach
that bite both the hands and the veins
that feed off and put me in a coma
that drives me -the thoughts- insane
There are deep cuts lurking in the shadows
that could slice off the body from the brain
that could drag me and makes me the owner
of what I created to blame
Can you feel my teeth
There are strange teeth
growing in my stomach
that feast on the marrow of the bones
that travel down the lungs and the liver
that melt my blood to stone
Can you feel my teeth
Is there a proper way to stop
to cut this chronic nerve pain
to keep the body intact to quit
this wrecking, fake campaign
Don’t buy that lie - A black hole
Touch the spine - A stranglehold
Read the sign - And behold
The moral’s gone - And so are mine
HUMANITY WASHED ASHORE - The Zanclean Flood
(September 2nd 2015 - Mediterranean Sea)
Throw your little hands
in the ocean and swim
to the yearning light
Don’t touch the bottom but crawl
Throw your arms deep in the water
Boy from Babylon
The Zanclean Flood is throwing
bodies on our shores
Humanity washed ashore
Breathe and break through this blackened blue
Where the open arms are waiting for you
Rest your little hands in the waves
and speak like them
to the lighting dreams
Don’t touch the bottom but kick
until the water becomes butter
Boy from Babylon
The Zanclean Flood is throwing
children on our shores
Humanity washed ashore
Insanity washed ashore
HANDS ON MY FACE
(March 16th 2022, Theatre Square 1, Mariupol, Ukraine)
I fear the night that covers me
As I will wear the warmth of you
I can’t breathe in such ominous spaces
As the sky rips to a blackened view
I read the room as I read my reflections
The loving arms of the streets I knew
I want to crawl to other dimensions
to end up roaming in a timeless embrace
but I can’t see into the nearest distance
Get these hands off my face
And as the shells are eagerly raining
We hear the wolves on the street cry out
They sing aloud to the thunder looming
And to prevent for these clouds to be ploughed
I swallow tears of this city my love
to shed the skin of its historical weight
The curtain falls but I don’t let go
Just put your hands on my face
I AM REVOLUTION
(October 22nd 2018 - Poland/ The Hague,The Netherlands)
I waited too long to discover the weakness inside
and the hatred became part of me now
The day comes that I cast a silence on your head
as my head will roll down the scaffold of your plans
My cry is a last call to warn those
who trade work and exploit my people for little to nothing
So I lit the candle to my face
to wash off and burn away
the scars of my family.
I have to
I
AM
REVOLUTION
I do grind - I do slog
I do sweat - I do please
I process - I persist
I refuse - to decline
I do risk - I do bleed
I do crouch - I do crawl
I process - I persist
I refuse - to decline
No second thought
Can you hear my violent eyes
Can you see my silent cries
Did I really put a spark to the flame
I do risk - I do bleed
I do crouch - I do crawl
I process - I persist
I refuse - to decline
OUR BEHEADED COUNTRY
(May 13th 1619 - The Hague, The Netherlands)
Don’t we belong into
the arms that hold us strong
I fall to the sky
a lifetime dethroned
Waiting, reeling, drifting down the corner into
nothing, quiet. I feel I’m at mercy to the
rabble, that fears that venges on the ghost of our
resilience, that cracked our inviolability.
Waiting, alone. The verdict was an insult to my
allegiance and trust. I touched the wheel to roll it down
cold science, betrayal in the first degree
I’m stunned, confused. Waiting for the morning.
Death will come
My name endures
The voices that embrace me
will translate to the next
generation willing to
not silent to progress
Underneath this iron sky
a blade is on the throat
of this nation, vulnerable.
The storyline unfolds.
I’m ready, tense. My loyalty was a virtue I have
sold, too cheap to people that invited me to their
royal drama. This role-play really suits me, but this
clothing; it chokes me. Strangling until it brings me down.
My death will give me wings and these wings of time will carry
My story of sincerity. I’ve always served my country
The noise is falling silent now
as I’m climbing up the scaffold
No fear remaining in my veins, just
please make it short
THE MELTING BODY
(1940-1945 - Berlin, in memory of Marie Jalowicz Simon)
Like the moon fell out the sky
I waited until the morrow kneeled
I’d love to run away, hide away
And I feel longing
And all these warnings
All feel like they deny me
Tainted soul
The will to wonder
leaves me starsailing
I’d like to find out if I’ve been cut in two
Well, that’s better to stay locked inside
I want to vaporize
through my words
I want to crystallize
end up in salt
Time and time again
EUROGRAD
A skyline filled with forget
Neon lights and bodies to sweat.
A nervy vapor swells in the air
And I can see no difference
between what is new
and the old town streets
Once offering her grace to strangers
This city tells her stories by offloading shame
and expectations as high as the aspiring watchtowers
And from all directions the light keeps rolling in
like ships harboring their treasures
and ancient wisdom from overseas
north, south, east, west
we do forgive, we do forget
And I like to see
which skin she is going to shed
Did we create a Template for tyranny
I can see skyscrapers high
The walls, the fences stacked up, pinched around,
soft between these streets.
We adore, this town, an idea, profound,
but I foresee the borders shake.
Cause I don’t feel I can relate
Pavements are crumbling.
Please take my hunger out, it finds hell in her
hiding corners. Stay strong. Time’s running out.
Did we pave a template for tyranny
And I don't feel I can escape.
Hold on - tear down - rebuild - this town
Hold on - tear down - this town
We can put our hands together and we speak the names
of those who did create and took away my heart
Did we create a template for tyranny
From the hillsides surrounding the streets
a silence and I can’t remember this place
from what appears in front of my eyes
We adore, this town, an idea, profound,
but I foresee the borders change
And I don’t think there’s time to wait.
We can put our hands together and if we choose to wait
The roads shall fade away. Segregating my heart
This city leaves me speechless
And I won’t desert her, faithless
Do we gather in European brightness
Do we linger in European darkness
It’s light we honour. To the light we’re coming home.
To the light we wander. To the light we’re coming home.
As we’re marching on
Hold on - tear down - rebuild - this town
Hold on - tear down - MY CROWN
biography
The Dutch foursome ZEITWENDE (2023) wears its musicality like a thick '90s coat. This fiercely passionate band delivers dark rock steeped in a grunge feel, with progressive influences. ZEITWENDE walks a tightrope between two worlds: one where intense riffing rides on a solid, thunderous, and tribal base, and another where melancholy is conjured through lyrical scenes and expansive, atmospheric soundscapes. Inspired by European news and history, the band doesn’t shy away from political themes but instead confronts social issues and historical contexts head-on. ZEITWENDE goes deep, taking you along for the ride.
ZEITWENDE ain’t new kids on the block. The past 20 years the bandmembers worked their way into the international music scene with bands like Textures, Kong, and Extremities.
Stef Broks - Vocals/percussion
Tijs Keverkamp - Guitars
Bram Dewachter - Bass/keys/backings
Pim Goverde - Drums/percussion
PAST SHOWS
16.6.23 Tivoli de Helling - Utrecht | Support Antimatter (UK)
18.6.23 Pitcher - Düsseldorf (D) | Support Antimatter (UK)
2.12.23 P3 - Purmerend | Support Regressive Hypnosis
SHOWS
Zeitwende is supporting AntiMatter on a few shows:
Tue Jan 21 - 'Die Trompete', Bochum, (DE)
Wed Jan 22 - 'Luxor', Arnhem, NL
Thu Jan 23 - 'ECI Theater', Roermond, NL
Sun Jan 26th - Pitcher, Düsseldorf, DE (SOLD OUT)
ZEITWENDE is available for bookings in 2025 info@zeitwendeband.com
CONTACT
Email: info@zeitwendeband.com