Melodies of life

I just cleared Final Fantasy IX for what I believe to be the fifth time. It's been a while. I still love the story. It's still such a big part of me and who I am. I wish I could explain just what it is about the story that's captured me, but... Well, it's so hard. It deals with a lot of things. Friendship. Identity. Thoughts. The will to live. The fear of death. Trust. How you can choose your own way of life and what to believe about the world and how things work. Memories. Dreams. Colours. Its hard to explain. It's so personal for me. As the credits rolled, I had tears in my eyes. I' m still sort of fighting the urge to cry. I'll stop fighting that urge once I get downstairs and I am alone, but for now, I have more important things to do. think I needed this. To visit this story again and to fall in love with everything again, all of it. The entirety of the story. Not just fragments here and there, not just the beginning, but the middle and the end as well. This particular story is important right now because of where I am in my life and because of the things I've been thinking about and the things that scare me now. I feel better now. And when I forget how I felt, I'll try harder to remember it again.

Now, the song that follows this entry is the song for the end credits. I used to listen to it all the time, but it's been... Years, I think. It was a big part of the process of dreaming for me. Daydreams. My daydreams usually took place at night when I was younger, because I couldn't sleep. I would just dream about other worlds and about friendship and love and I would speculate upon the "big" questions in life and... Well, I still do all of these things. But I didn't have much in my life back then, apart from inside of my own head. Or, I had less than many people my age. There was so much time to think about everything. So I did just that. And I lived through words and songlyrics and music and stories.

And this song is still beautiful. So. Here it is.



"How did you survive...?"

"I didn't have a choice. I had to live. I wanted to come home to you. So... I sang your song. Our song."

~

alone for a while
I've been searching through the dark
for traces of the love you left
inside my lonely heart
to weave by picking up the pieces that remain
melodies of life, love's lost refrain

our paths, they did cross
though I cannot say just why
we met, we laughed, we held on fast
and then we said goodbye
and who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
let them ring out loud 'til they unfold

in my dearest memories
I see you reaching out to me
though you're gone
I still believe that you can call out my name

a voice from the past
joining yours and mine
adding up the layers of harmony
and so it goes, on and on
melodies of life
to the sky beyond the flying birds
forever and beyond

so far and away
see the bird as it flies by
gliding through the shadows
of the clouds up in the sky
I've laid my memories and dreams upon those wings
leave them now, and see what tomorrow brings

in your dearest memories
do you remember loving me?
was if fate
that brought us close and now leaves me behind?

a voice from the past
joining yours and mine
adding up the layers of harmony
and so it goes, on and on
melodies of life
to the sky beyond the flying birds
forever and...

...if I should leave
this lonely world behind
your voice will still remember our melody
now I know we'll carry on
melodies of life
come circle 'round and grow, deep in our hearts
as long as we remember

Us

This is the Regina Spektor song I mentioned earlier today. I adore it. It makes me think of Oslo during mid-fall. Crisp, golden, gray, perfect. Statues and scarves and breadcrumbs and pigeons and the smell of Akerselva (that's a river) and having slightly cold fingers, needing gloves of some sort for the first time in months.

~

they made a statue of us
and they put it on a mountain top
now tourists come and stare at us
blow bubbles with their gum
take photographs of fun
how fun

they'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then, they'll give us a talking, too
then, they'll give us a talking, too
'cause they've got years of experience

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

we wear our scarves just like a noose
but not 'cause we want eternal sleep
and though our parts are slightly used
new ones are slave labour you can keep

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
the tourists come and stare at us
the sculptor's marble sends regards
they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
our noses have begun to rust

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

Silent all these years

I haven't listened to this song in over a year. I haven't listened to Tori's album, "Little Earthquakes", at all either. I always get so close to the songs and the lyrics and the music that I fall for and I tie it together with whatever I'm feeling at the time. And then I take it all in, I breathe it in and I draw it in and I taste it and feel it and... Well, it gets too much, sometimes. Sometimes, the song begins to hurt. And it takes a long, long while before I get the "mood" for that song again, no matter how beautiful it is. I'm always in a different "mood" when it comes to music, I have to listen to those exact songs or that exact album or that exact artist or a combination or just one song or whatever. Sometimes I want to listen to music desperately, but there's no music I want to listen to, so I can't.

Anyway. I revisited this song today, in lyrics only. I know it by heart and I still feel that it describes a part of me just perfectly - isn't that what good lyrics are about? Or poetry, for that matter. A composition of words. There are billions of ways to describe even the smallest of variations in human emotion and thought. I love that fact. I love it. The rythm of how words are sung, and the melody that goes with it, they're both intensly important. That's why I always pay special attention to placing each word and each sentence and phrase in a way to make it flow better along with the melody. I think that's really important. I despise most of the lyrics I find online because they've just written it all out in an almost random way and every line begins with a capital letter or there are random capital letters everywhere and nothing has a rythm to it at all. You can't really take in a piece of songlyric without having the rythm of the melody to accompany it. And you can't appreciate poetry by, say, André Bjerke, if you don't appreciate the wonderful way he makes Rhyme and Rythm dance with each other.

Melody and music is also, of course, of intense importance when it comes to the feeling of a songlyric. Take Regina Spektor's "Us", for example. In the refrain, she starts with just singing "and we're..." (followed, after a very long "we're", with "living in a den of thieves"). Read those two words alone and, well, what do you feel? Well, most likely nothing special, they're just two words and they don't really mean anything on their own, not when they're separated from the rest of the refrain and there's no melody. So it's just half a sentence, isn't it? However, when listening to the song... The entirety of the refrain is a very good composition of words, but, you see, the part where she sings "and we're..." is the most beautiful part of the song. It almost aches. It's amazing. It would be a beautiful, beautiful melody just by itself, but by adding those words... The way she sings them, it's a sort of hesitation to me, she's making them last, emphasizing them. Ah, it's so beautiful. And I write really messy, I know. But it makes sense to me, and I just need to write it down.

I love it when melody and rythm and words make love.

~

excuse me, but can I be you for a while?
my dog won't bite if you sit real still
I've got the antichrist in the kitchen
yelling at me again
yeah, I can hear that

been saved again by the garbage truck
I've got something to say, you know, but nothing comes
yes, I know what you think of me
you never shut up
yeah, I can hear that

but what if I'm a mermaid
in these jeans of his with her name still on them?
hey, but I don't care, 'cause sometimes
I said, sometimes I hear my voice
and it's been here
silent all these years

so you've found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
what's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
boy, you best pray that I bleed real soon
how's that thought for you?

my scream got lost in a paper cut
I think there's a heaven where some screams have gone
I've got twenty five bucks and a cracker,
do you think it's enough
to get us there?

'cause what if I'm a mermaid
in these jeans of his with her name still on them?
hey, but I don't care, 'cause sometimes
I said, sometimes I hear my voice
and it's been here
silent all these

years go by, will I still be waiting
for somebody else to understand?
years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty
and the orange clouds raining in my head
years go by, will I choke on my tears
'til finally, there is nothing left?
one more casuality, you know,
we're too easy, easy, easy

well, I love the way we communicate
your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
let's hear what you think of me now
but baby, don't look up
the sky is falling

your mother shows up in a nasty dress
and it's your turn, now, to stand where I stand
everybody looking at you
here, take hold of my hand
yeah, I can hear them

but what if I'm a mermaid
in these jeans of his with her name still on them?
hey, but I don't care, 'cause sometimes
I said, sometimes I hear my voice
and it's been here
silent all these years

I've been here
silent all these years

- Tori Amos

The only living boy in New York

Garden State equals my heart. And so does this song.

~

Tom, get your plane right on time
I know your part will go fine
fly down to Mexico
and here I am
the only living boy in New York

I get the news I need on the weather report
oh, I can gather all the news I need on the weather report
hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile
and here I am
the only living boy in New York

half of the time we're gone
and we don't know where
and we don't know where

Tom, get your plane right on time
I know that you've been eager to fly, now
hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine, now
like it shines on me
the only living boy in New York

half of the time we're gone
and we don't know where
and we don't know where

Doggy dog

~

let's growl!

la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la

we are the doggy doggy dogs!
we are the doggy doggy dogs!

let's growl!
let's growl!
let's growl!
let's growl!

we are stray dogs
who is fooled us, you know
nothing we'll get in a wave alone
we don't need no dog cracks
we live in the dark, yeah, that's right

we are the doggy doggy dogs!
we are the doggy doggy dogs!

Can't take it in

Snø.

~

can't close my eyes
they're wide awake
every hair on my body
has got a thing for this place
oh, empty my heart
I've got to make room for this feeling
so much bigger than me

it couldn't be any more beautiful
it couldn't be any more beautiful
I can't take it in

weightless in love
unravelling
for all that's to come
and all that's ever been
we're back to the board
with every shade under the sun
let's make it a good one

it couldn't be any more beautiful
it couldn't be any more beautiful
I can't take it in

all that I wanted
all that I ever needed
all that I wonder
so beautiful

Bohemian Rhapsody

This is a fucking masterpiece.

~

is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes
look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
because I'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low
any way the wind blows
doesn't really matter to me

mama, just killed a man
put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger, now he's dead
mama, life had just begun
but now I've gone and thrown it all away
mama, oh, didn't mean to make you cry
if I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on
as if nothing really matters

too late, my time has come
sends shivers down my spine
body's aching all the time
goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
got to leave you all behind and face the truth
mama, oh, I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a littke silhouetto of a man
scaramouche, scaramouche
will you do the fandango?
thunderbolts and lightning
very very frightening me
galileo, galileo, galileo, galileo
galileo figaro magnifico

but I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
he's just a poor boy from a poor family
spare him his life from this monstrosity

easy come, easy go
will you let me go?
bismillah! no, we will not let you go
let him go
bismillah! we will not let you go
let him go
bismillah! we will not let you go
let him go
will not let you go
let me go
will not let you go
let me go
no, no, no, no, no, no, no
oh, mama mia, mama mia
mama mia, let me go
beeelzebub has a devil put aside
for me, for me, for me

so you think you can stone me
and spit in my eye
so you think you can love me
and leave me to die
oh baby, can't do this to me, baby
just gotta get out
just gotta get right outta here

nothing really matters
anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters to me

Appelsinpiken

"Appelsinpiken" av Jostein Gaarder er en nydelig, nydelig bok, som har blitt/skal bli film. Jeg sliter alltid forferdelig med å like filmversjonen av bøker jeg er glad i. Jeg mener, jeg respekterer og forstår ønsket om å lage noe helt eget ut av en historie man er betatt av, å bringe sin egen visjon inn i prosessen(når man lager film av en bok altså), men resultatet blir alltid noe helt annet enn historien jeg falt for... Og de sterkeste, vakreste setninger og replikker blir til noe helt annet som ikke treffer meg eller rører ved meg. Og det får så være, det gjør ikke så mye i det store og det hele. Egentlig sporer jeg fullstendig av fra det jeg hadde tenkt å si.

Jo! En jente jeg kjente såvidt en gang (hun er en nær venn av en av mine næreste venner), hun skal spille Appelsinpiken. Og på facebook (haha) hadde hun en link til http://www.appelsinpiken.no/ - og jeg ble selvsagt nysgjerrig og trykket på linken. Det første som møtte meg var en sang som jeg falt for øyeblikkelig. Den er ikke fullkommen eller et mesterverk, men den omfavnet meg og trakk meg inn i en merkelig og uendelig vakker skjørhet og usikkerhet. Jeg klarer ikke finne den noe sted, og heller ikke teksten. Det er vanskelig å høre det som blir sunget. Men jeg har dannet meg et lite overblikk, og jeg tenkte jeg skulle dele det av den jeg har plukket opp, slik jeg hører det i alle fall. Det er godt mulig jeg har hørt feil. Det er nå en vakker sang, uansett.

~

I can't help but wonder, would you notice

oh, that I would have no shame

if time was in my pocket?

I would stop it, kiss you, and you'd blink

maybe you should tell

nobody, on this secret mission

until somebody might say,
"your eyes have got a new spark,"

as a favour to the stars

a favour to what you are

What else is there?

This song is completely, beautifully haunting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOt15JsLloU

(proper videothing will come later, the embing function still won't work when I use this computer)

~

it was me on that road
but you couldn't see me
too many lights out
nowhere near here
it was me on that road
still, you couldn't see me
and the flashlights and explosions

roads are getting nearer
we cover distance, but not together
I am the stone and I am the wonder
and the flashlights, nightmares and sudden explosions

I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

spot you on the sun
a morning run
the story of my maker
what I have and what I ache for
I've got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
what else is there?

roads are getting nearer
we cover distance, still not together
if I am the stone, and I am the wonder
will I have flashlights, nightmares and sudden explosions?

I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

roads are getting nearer
we cover distance, but not together
I am the stone and I am the wonder
and the flashlights, nightmares and sudden explosions

there's no room where I can go and
you've got secrets, too
I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

- Röyksopp

Dikt #1

I dag, André Bjerke. Mine kjære skatter.

~

Trosartikler

Jeg tror på en morgen
jeg ikke har sett,
som en gang vil møte meg
uforberedt

Jeg tror på en jord hvor
en gud gikk i skjul
Og snur du fikserbildet
ser du en fugl

Jeg tror at min jord og
min menneskehud
er et gjemmested for
den unnselige gud

Jeg tror på en lampe
jeg tror på en ring
med makt over mange
usynlige ting

Jeg tror på en båt
over sjøen. Jeg tror
på en kjølvannsstripe
et seil og et ror

Jeg tror på en hemmelig
sødme som er
i søvn og i honning,
i hvalper og trær.

Jeg tror på det land som
vårt syndefall svek.
Jeg tror på en hellig
alminnelig lek.

Natten

Natten er til
ikke bare for glemselens ro.
Den er til
for din tro
og din tankes flakkende ild--

Natten her
er ikke bare et stjernevær-
Den er summen av livet og alt som er!

Ikke sov!
Natten er til for den som
våker og ser.
Det er om natten at livet skaper
og allting skjer,
men søvnen er dødens etteraper.

Morgenens luft er som bølgeskum.
Dagen har varme å gledes ved.
Kvelden har fred.
Men bare natten har verdensrom!

På jorden et sted

Tro ikke frosten som senker en fred
av sne i ditt hår.
Alltid er det på jorden et sted
tidlig vår.

Tro ikke mørket når lyset går ned
i skumringens fang.
Alltid er det på jorden et sted
soloppgang.

Amor Fati

Ikke som en cæsar gjorde,
skal du med et sverd bevæpne
deg mot verden, men med ordet;
Amor Fati - elsk din skjebne.

Denne formel skal du fatte
som din sterkeste befrier:
Du har valgt din sti i krattet.
Ikke skjel mot andre stier!

Også smerten er din tjener.
Lammet, sønderknust, elendig
ser du at den gjenforener
deg med det som er nødvendig.

Også fallet, også sviket
hjelper deg som dine venner.
Dine nederlag er rike
gaver, lagt i dine hender.

Engang skal du, tilfredsstillet
av å bli din skjebne verdig
vite: Dette har jeg villet.
Alt som skjer meg skjer rettferdig.

Si da, når din levegledes
grønne skog er gjennomvandret:
Intet vil jeg annerledes.
Intet ønsker jeg forandret.

Berceuse

Sov, sov lille mann.
Livet er en drøm.
Over mørke morildvann
Seiler du mot nattens land...
Alle er alene.

Bølger nynner mot din båt:
Livet er en drøm.
Dyp er sjøen, salt og våt...
... som av mange øynes gråt...
... Alle er alene.

Natten er så lang, så lang.
Livet er en drøm.
Synk i søvnens myke fang--
Drøm at det blir dag en gang
Alle er alene.

Bare synke, synke ned!
Livet er en drøm.
Der i søvnens sjø et sted
Vil vår uro finne fred.
Alle er alene.

Ensomt suser vår planet--
Livet er en drøm.
Intet vet vi, det vi vet
Er at alt er ensomhet...
Alle er alene.

Lev, lev lille gutt.
Livet er en drøm.
Før du aner er det slutt,
Snart er alle broer brutt.
Alle er alene.

Drøm, drøm lille vår.
Livet er en drøm.
Hvor vi kom fra, hvor vi går--
Er det ingen som forstår.
Alle er alene.

Gro, gro lille frø.
Livet er en drøm.
Mørket mumler om vår Ö:
Kanskje skal vi aldri dø?
Alle er alene.

Reign of love

I woke up around half past eight this morning. It was darker than usual, most likely because of the weather. There's been a lot (and I mean a LOT) of wind these past few days. The air is foggy and the ground is wet. After getting up and quenching my usual early morning thirst, I curled up in bed yet again. I felt drowsy. Though I've been in a rotten mood for quite some time now, and though it lasted for only fifteen minutes or so, I felt quite safe and excited and happy as I lay there, wrapped in the warmth of my duvet, listening to the strong winds. There's something special about hiding somewhere safe and comfortable and warm while listening to the sound of so called "bad" weather. I didn't have any music on as I lay there, but inside of my head I was listening to a particular song over and over. It's a song that reminds me of exactly what I was doing this morning. It also makes me think of late night city lights - the way they look when you stop focusing your gaze and they get all blurry and fickle and beautiful. It also makes me feel things, lots of things, but it's so difficult to describe feelings sometimes. And I don't think I can this time, at least not without using a lot of time. And I don't feel like doing that right now. But it is a song of love. Of giving in. To me, anyway.

~

reign of love
I can't let go
to the sea I offer
this heavy load

locusts will
lift me up
I'm just a prisoner
in a reign of love

locusts will
let us stop
I wish I'd spoken
to the reign of love

reign of love
by the church we're waiting
reign of love
my knees go praying

how I wish
I'd spoken up
or we'd be carried
to the reign of love

World spins madly on

I've been sitting on the living room sofa for the past three hours. Outside, the world is silentand cold and dark. My chest feels heavy. And I wish I didn't have to sleep alone tonight.

~

I woke up and wished that I was dead
with an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you
and where you've gone
and let the world spin madly on

and everything that I said I'd do
like make the world brand new
and take the time for you
I just got lost
and stepped right through the dawn
and the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars
from my window sill
the whole world is moving
and I'm standing still

I woke up and wished that I was dead
with an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you
and where you've gone
and the world spins madly on
the night is here
the day is gone
and the world spins madly on
and on
and on

- The Weepies

Quotes #1

Today, Neil Gaiman. I don't feel so good at the moment, so I won't write down all that many quotes. I suppose there'll be more to come later.

PS: I've also included one of my favourite Sandman quotes. I know he didn't say those words, but he wrote them, so I figure that's OK.

~

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

"If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will."

"I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing."

"You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul."

"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over."

"I like stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last, and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend." (Destruction, Sandman Series)

Yellow bird

Another Akeboshi song. I found it yesterday, when I downloaded all of his CDs to see if I could find more treasures like Wind and White Reply and Yellow moon. This one's really pretty. It reminds me of my best friend. Thank you for being so awesome, Torstein.



~

one rainy afternoon
a yellow bird nests in grandpa's tree
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

I'm sitting by the window pane
thinking of you and the lazy sky
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

do you remember the summer day?
trees were swaying with new lives
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

time flies like an arrow
I suddenly feel left alone
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

wrapped in warm spring sunshine
the yellow bird laid new life
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

time flies in a maybe sky
exciting chatter of baby birds
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

Wind

This song reminds me that I'm doing OK with my life. The video's just an AMV.



~

cultivate your hunger before you idealize
motivate your anger to make them all realize
climging the mountain, never coming down
break into the contents, never falling down

my knee is still shaking, like I was twelve
sneaking out of the classroom by the backdoor
a man railed at me twice, though, but I didn't care
waiting is wasting for people like me

don't try to live so wise
don't cry, 'cause you're so right
don't dry with fakes or fears
'cause you will hate yourself in the end

you say, "dreams are dreams,
I ain't gonna play the fool anymore"
you say, "'cause I've still got my soul"
take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down
breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom
reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing
shadows of nothing

you still are blind if you see a winding road
'cause there's always a straight way to the point you see

don't try to live so wise
don't cry, 'cause you're so right
don't dry with fakes or fears
'cause you will hate yourself in the end
'cause you will hate yourself in the end
'cause you will hate yourself in the end

Eyes on me

This song is the ending theme for the game called Final Fantasy VIII. I adore the song and what it means, and I adore the video it belongs to. This ending video is a part of me. I used to watch it several times every day when I was a kid. And I mean EVERY day, for a very long time. I breathed this song. In the end I didn't have to watch the video to watch it. If that makes sense. I could act it all out in my head, all of the movements and all of the colours and everything. All of this is true of most of the things I listened to at that time, but this song and the ending video simply... belonged to me.

PS: The ending credits of the game aren't part of the song, but I knew them by heart too and loved them just as much, 'cause they're pretty awesome. I suppose a lot ot the video doesn't make sense to people who haven't played the game. But try to ignore that and just watch. Try to get drawn in. And most of all, listen.

~

my last night here for you
same old songs, just once more?
my last night here with you
maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
how you shyly placed your eyes on me
oh, did you ever know
that I had mine on you?

darling, so there you are
with that look on your face
as if you're never hurt
as if you're never down
shall I be the one for you
who pinches you softly, but sure?
if frown is shown, then
I will know that you are no dreamer

so let me come to you
close, as I wanna be
close enough for me
to feel a heart beating fast
and stay there as I whisper
"how I love your peaceful eyes on me,"
did you ever know
that I had mine on you?

darling, so share with me
your love, if you have enough
your tears, if you're holding back
or pain, if that's what it is
how can I let you know?
I'm more than the dress and the voice
just reach me out, then
you will know that you are not dreaming

darling, so there you are
with that look on your face
as if you're never hurt
as if you're never down
shall I be the one for you
who pinches you softly, but sure?
if frown is shown, then
I will know that you are no dreamer

Bran-new lovesong

~

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