Freedom lies in being bold

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone

Love

The great

Bob Dylan - I Can't Leave Her Behind

Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un m'a dit

I don't much care where...as long as I get SOMEWHERE...

Je t'aime

Small Fry

Mother

A mother trickles down those lost and lonely stairs

People tell her that she’s beautiful but she doesn’t seem to care

To catch her off the box is a rare sight indeed

Another world, another planet she really wants to be

Because she does not partake in the shallow things we do

Her orb contains a heart bigger than any of us knew 

Stronger than the waves crashing upon that frightful sea

Her blue and grey stories meant everything to me

She sings her songs of courage, she sings her songs of grace

Her poetic words of parting the men always have to chase

As a little girl she skipped and granted other people magic

Soft hands floating above the piano like doves who seem to have it

Go now into the unknown without fear

Please, can’t someone tell her she knows her destiny?

She knows her inevitable point in time, you see

I decided to walk into your dream and not only inspire but

I changed it

Because I’m your umbrella you carry with you

Through the rain which seldom breaks your heart

Sleep tight my dear, for soon you’ll feel the Arizona sun

And with conviction it tells you the new day has begun.

Brian Crain - Dream of Flying

Tin Hat Trio- Empire of Light

Gotye - Giving Me A Chance

Neon Indian - Era Extraña

Behind the Mirror

                                            Behind the Mirror

Fumbling words and petty speak lead me to a dark space

Eyes gaze upon another sad creature

The stench of desperation fills the room     

Tiptoe lightly, anything but this

Firm and distracted handshakes because I just want out of there!

A calm rushes over and I know what I need to say

It’s mapped out for me, thank you

Thank you for giving me the words dear lordship

Let me pour it in your mouth and pray I’m not lukewarm

Play a part of a sweet child longing to be loved

Or a mystery girl with one-liners

Chase after that imaginary man!

You are holding a basket full of dignity!

Take us to an ethereal place please

So we don’t have to try anymore

Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut

Copy

Belittle a craft that you have no idea how to be grateful for

The Grecian beauty once taught by Gods and sons of Gods

Has turned into this?

Hand us your face and we’ll turn you into a frog

We will take away your magic and deny you ever had any

A beautiful cordate butterfly

Now crumbled leaves and forgotten dreams

So I leave and find my pen, my solace

I leave to return to Grace 

Wow

Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Songs That We Sing

Islands - "This Is Not A Song"