Here are the lyrics to two of the songs I've written in the last couple months:
It is a quiet fire
It is a sodden flame
a squelched desire
a word a thought a name
It is irrational
without the work of brain
it is emotional
it cannot hope again
(chorus)
This foolish love
who would call it that?
this eager crush
exempt from fear or shame
It is a solemn breeze
an imagined kiss
it is the gentle tease
of an abandoned wish
It is the afternoon
of the last baseball match
It is the purple bloom
of this tray of ash
this foolish love (x4)
Tagore (excerpt from a poem by Rabindrath Tagore)
Though the evening comes with slow steps
and has signaled for all to cease
Though your companions have gone to their rest
and you are tired
Though fear broods in the dark
and the face of the sky is veiled (X2)
Yet bird, o my bird, listen to me
don't close your wings
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