The music resonating from these 45’s sleep in my ears like the I love you’s and I miss you’s that you tell me everyday
That calm smooth jazz mixed with a funky bass and a little pop influence is something we could dance to even though we don’t really like to dance
The music entangled with your smile got me feeling some type of way and I can’t wait
My powder blue kissing your rose petal red with no words to be said
Because I am just going to jump into this moment with not a care in the world if the hook comes back around
As the bridge brings me back in I pull you a little closer
And when the weather is raining it doesn’t even matter if I can turn the volume up
So, tell me you love me, and you will never let go, because even though I have heard the same thing before I need to hear it from you
Knowing this time, it will be perfect until the needle touches the sky
But when the music stops our slow dance will continue
p.s. we don’t need a record player to keep our love playing…
Can I listen to your heart play a song on my record player, as I relax in a dark room to embody the sounds of its speech...
Where the strong thumps of its language can explain exactly what it desires so I can provide exactly what it needs.
Let the vibration of its mood fill the surrounding walls that I'm in, as I tap my feet in alignment to its melody and its performance, allowing me to see who you are without the need of light.
And the let the trial basis of our commitment to one another grow into a permanent purpose, so I can love you even more than I do right now.
What have I got to do to make you love me
Why won't you love back
How am I supposed to love me
When you won't even look at me back
I am starring at the man in the mirror
And no 1 is starring back
It's like I am a vampire
Awash in cold blood
And crocodile tears
The years have been unkind to
Like sad songs and the rights of those I have wronged
I wrote on the back of a postcard to my Dad
How wonderful life is with you in my world
When the Doctor had given him less than a month to live
Stealing every intake of breath
Loved to death
Leader of our family rag tag band
If only I could hold your soft hands
One final time
I could love myself again
Love Like your everything
I'll be honest,
I gave into anger,
I gave him what he desired,
But I played the roll of the looking glass,
Only to realize, he was blind.
Oh and if I could be a recording instead,
I would not want to be his record player,
His words cast wounds that might break me,
for breaking beautiful things is what he loves.
Scratches tarnished on my gypsy black skin,
dancing circles round and round again,
to play his words with mal intent,
- a lost cause to hope he might repent.
So no, I would not be his record player
- forced to repeat his cruel words over and over,
If his dark nails touched your skin,
break free and sing your own song instead.
Grandfather's record player
I remember grandfather use to have a record player,
Johnny Cash use to sing his lullaby every night.
My fascination of this amazing invention increased,
The record spins as a needle glides across it,
How is this music created?
My imagination rotates around this music,
Grandfather always hums this tune,
Johnny's voice slowly gets softer...
The music stops.
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