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  breathe, just breathe...

Stirrings in the night,
the sound of tip-toes
Far and light,
The dreamers wonder
Their thoughts wander...

Be still and listen out,
The crashes of the coming dawn,
The songs of the departing night,
And thus the insomniac,
Might find his cure...

A song lingers in the air,
It tastes of evening grey
A dreamer remember,
the butterfly fades
a memory somewhere...

 
     
   
 

Joe Apple

This is a story about Joe Apple,
Who sailed the seven seas,
With a rucksack on his back and music in his soul
And finding castles was just his cup of tea.

Anyone seen the infinity blue?
He would asked wherever he goes
Even if he is down with a flu,
Because you see, there is a tingling in his toes

Just a tickle nothing more,
Hint of blueberry jam
The kind that touch
And you feel you'd find your place someday´

 
     

. rock fuck

I'm a little bucket of contradiction.
Hit me silly, hit me hard,
'Cause I don't think I will ever be the same...

So come on, girl
I'm not asking much, just a kiss
Something simple, something sweet
to jumpstart my dying heart
to move this fucking soul...

Sometimes, just sometimes
When everything runs,
When the music can't
I could stop right there,
fade away, and never say goodbye...

And so the story ends,
The hero goes away
No one is really sure if its an ever after
Or even just an epitaph

But there could be a sequel,
A darkly quest, that goes on forever
A epic search, for something pure
One single love.
And,
close to perfect is good enough for me...

     
   

Immortalize

Crack the egg
Break the keg
You want to write?
To say your plight?

Is it rage,
Some type of cage?
To break the mould
Before you fold

Its a simple thing
When you wish for wings
That things are sad
And your world gone mad

Take the plunge...

The electric sea
One pride full of me
Race the silicon ways
Leave behind the days

Who doesn't want to live forever?
Dream the long fever
To shout across the world
Before everything blurs

Caress the keys, all twenty-six

Does it matter
When it's only the hatter
Who hears the song
Where the boy still long

One short riff
Leap away and
Leave behind
something forever

 

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