The same song plays repeatedly,
Time begins to rewind instantly.
I turn the radio off and yet I hear it,
In anger and fustration on your picture I spit.
The same love song that played during our wedding,
The same song that played during years of love and caring.
I now detest it like I detest you,
Yet I have you inside my body and mind like a stuborn flu.
The years are passing now and you remain in me,
I close my eyes and see your mezmerising beauty.
I force myself to hate you with all my might,
Yet I long for you in my sleepless nights.
I have walked with strangers in strange lands
I have seen those lands through their eyes of madness
and not been afraid to keep looking
I have sat with them and shared their songs of insanity
and not been too frightened to listen
But the land that you live in is far too strange for me to understand
and your song is too discordant for my ears
I never want to walk with you in your land
or hear your song again.
I once heard a man who played the blues,
Whose voice told of unhappy news
His old lady left him at heartache hotel.
Hit the bottle to forget her womanly smell
Played his guitar with sunken eyes,
Strummed the chords that told of goodbyes
From within him a beautiful song arose,
But it was around him that a quiet crowd arose
They listened to every word he sang,
And heard the strings when they rang
No one dared to make a sound
The woes of his lost love filled the air around
They all loved him for what he wrote
A brokenhearted poem with a musical note
And there were only two who hated the song
The man, and the woman he had sung of all along
She stood in the back and saw those who listened
People with tears in their eyes that glistened
And although she was deep within the crowd,
Her only company was the voice of the blues, heard so loud
Realized the story told of her leaving
The pain she caused, his drunken grieving
The blues player and the woman cried with everyone
But the tears wouldn’t stop even after the song was done
Sings the tale of the sorrow of a broken heart
How sad it is, to hear of a love gone apart
If I were to sing to you a song it would be a song that would set fire to the soul.
I would remind you of the lips you've burnt and the heart you stole.
People do not truly get over the one's they've loved until someone they love more comes
along.
When will he come along and stop this cruel, torturing song?
Who knows? Until then I wait here in this melancholy existence.
I don't want the world. Just a warm, safe, unbreakable embrace and a long, sweet
surrendering kiss.
Until then I cry these tears and sing this song...
Until then...
swimming through the night like dark pools
clearly, the stars shine their light
surrounding you in an everlasting glow
that sparks to protect and
caress's the exposed skin of you
your passion is heated to the core
its sweet; the desire that's hidden
beneath your coils
the caressing light contrasts with the
dark pools of violet-blue velvet that
swims through each lovers heart,
it runs through their ears like a bloodied
blade.
hissing its serpent song in your ear, caressing
you in a false touch that chills to the bone.
the light that surrounded you has dispersed,
turning to fog and carrying you
eerily to the depths of the lady's dark grace
she, who hums lullaby's in your ear when
you lack the courage to close your lids and
dream of what you desire.
she, who pulls you; calls you to her in her
siren song. she; who caress's you in her feather
light touch. whispering in your ear.
"thou loveth me, i love thee. i cherish thee, forever. "
she hums these words till you believe,
its her siren song that she sings in your ear
when you lay in your bed asleep.
hoping, just hoping
in your dreams, you weep.
a pantomime of love
a song that doesn't play
a memory marked in time
a song from yesterday
guitar with a broken string
a chord you couldn't get
no lyrics anyway to
this song that I forget
If I could see you now
Your eyes lit up like daytime candles
Shining in my Knoxwood night.
If I could hear you now
Spilling laughter like silver bangles
Flooding my world with light.
If I could hold you now
And feel the pillow of your breast
Inviting my heart to stay
O, but I in sorrow now
Am so sorry and must confess
I am only mortal clay
And when this music plays again
Memories move me to pain
For you are gone and hope is vain
This song is just a chain.
I had no wish to wander,
Love, so long in the wind, drowning
In my tears, looking back
To days that never come again
And if you are still tender
With forgiving, when you are remembering
Blame fate that switched track
But could not break the chain.
Tom Jans wrote "Lying in your loving arms again." The only persons I have ever heard sing
this song is Elvis Presley and Kris Kristoferson ...
The wind is singing me a song
A song I have sang many a time
I've always pressed fast forward
Refusing to press rewind
The tree branches rustling are keeping the beat
Just like the leaves crackling under my feet
Keep whistling the song wind
Its a song I long to hear
Like a night light to a child
It subsides my fear
I only hear this lovely song once in a blue
I'd listen all my life because the song sings of you
The wind is singing me a song
A song I have sang many a time
Always pressing fast forward
Refusing to press rewind
Because I own the winds song.
For the winds song is mine
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