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Richard Durand (born 1976, Amsterdam, Netherlands) is a Dutch Disc jockey and record producer. His real name is Richard van Schooneveld (Dutch pronunciation: [ˈri.ʃɑrt vɐn ˈsχoː.nə.ˌvɛlt])
Starting his career in 2005, Durand was recommended by Tiësto as his 'Tip For The Top in 2007' in DJ Magazine. In that same year he was placed in the DJ Magazine Top 100 DJs poll.
His first creations were tech trance singles "Make Me Scream" and "Slipping Away" on the Terminal 4 label, but his real success started with remixes of Tiësto singles "Lethal Industry", "Flight 643" and "Break My Fall", and reworks of The Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" and Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars" which brought him into the playlist of DJs such as Armin van Buuren, Paul van Dyk, Ferry Corsten, Judge Jules and Eddie Halliwell.
In 2008, Durand remixed Fragma's "Toca's Miracle" and Armin van Buuren's "In And Out Of Love". His solo productions included "Weep" featuring Skin from Skunk Anansie on vocals, which was signed to Perfecto Records.
Son of a mother
You're the son of a father
You look inside you
You look inside me
Come on and search
Search deep inside
You put it togther
And you pull it apart
You're lapsing cultures
When I sit by myself
I know it's the lonely way.
What I had in myself
I have lost along the way.
But I choose by this time
To be isolated.
I know you must think now
That I am already dead.
But I still belong to me.
But I still belong to me.
Search in my soul to find me.
Search in my soul...
Search in my soul to find me.
Search in my soul...
When my mind tells my soul
I need to be with someone.
I reject all I feel
For I'm not a chosen one.
You will see that I know.
I will never be assured
That the one I will be
Has been lost along the shore.
But I still belong to me.
But I still belong to me.
Search in my soul to find me.
Search in my soul...
Search in my soul to find me.
Search in my soul...
Search in my soul to find me.
Search in my soul...
Search in my soul to find me.
Great Power of my Power
The Celtic Christians affirmed that they
Were always in the hands of God.
No matter to what depths live descended,
They knew that, underneath, are the
my existence the godless above
your twisted values I
breathe released from
the chains the indoctrine
of my brain
the seeds of man
misplaced its all inside
me spit forth this feeling
in me expelled from my
within the fields
you walk in you die in
weakened man cries out for god to help him
find his way, searching led astray
until his his dying day
living life on the esasy path
sucking air you never had
not meant to serve your
breed the wait for
heaven ill never need
the air we share has too many worlds
life hypnotized since birth
your existence the shackled
inside your hopeless world
you breathe never free from your
Hey, fortune teller
Can you read my sweaty palm
Can you tell me ‘bout tomorrow
Give me a reason to go on
Can you shed some light
Tell me what’s around the bend
I’m sure there was a time I wasn’t searching
But I couldn’t tell you when
CHORUS:
And the search continues
Just goes on and on
It’s a search for something
But I’m not really sure what I’m searching for
So the search continues
Just goes on and one
On and on
Well, he pulls into the station
Could this be his lucky day
Spills his hope upon the counter
Picks his numbers and he drives away
So much anticipation
As the numbers were announced
Once Again his dreams were shattered
Throws his ticket on the ground
CHORUS
She’s got a crystal hangin’ round her neck
But denies the One who made it
She’s got a wind chime hangin’ on her deck
But she defies the One who plays it
CHORUS
And the search continues
Just goes on and on
It’s a search for something
But they’re not really sure what they’re searching for
So the search continues
Searching for the secret for so many years
When he was a young and strong man
To find the key to eternity
was his reason to live
This only wish he could not forget
"To live forever, so what is it for?"
He asked himself, but it didn't give any sense
His restless heart pushed him onwards
On mystical ways
By his own thoughts he was obsessed
The young man is standing right up on the hill
Reaching for help of the gods and the skies
Hungry for knowledge and eternal life
Knowing that this time is right
Years have passed, time after time
Neverending journey for the light
Day by day the will grows even stronger
Fulfill your dream or lose it by pride
On a far-far foreign land, he has travelled to
The magic runes have given the key
He's becoming old he can't wait
But his mind is still awake
"Maybe You my son, You'll find that magic place"
The old man's still standing right up on the hill
Reaching for help of the gods and the skies
Hungry for knowledge and eternal life