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I Can See You Now
02:36
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I CAN SEE YOU NOW
Music and Production: AndAWan (Anders Birr)
Lyrics and vocals: Bekah B (Rebekah Vinelli)
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Like the forest
for the trees
the sky above me
I can see you
I can see you now
It's when you walked
away
wish I had
something
more to say
I can see you
I can see you now
These wide walls
are closing in
and these empty halls
seems so thin
I can see you now
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THE TABLE WHERE RICH PEOPLE SIT
Is it an instinct.
tamed feathers in hand?
that I should fold,
become weightless
beneath your demands?
Carry that wood girl,
soon you'll be 60 years old
you'll forget you ache,
you'll forget the story told
with each bed you make.
Because you are
serving
the table where the rich people
sit,
they pay for your smile,
you to cover the stench of their shit
you are sure as hell in the thick of it,
when cleaning the table
where rich people sit….
But I wonder
at the price that we pay?
What if the tables turn
by merely expensive heartache?
What if their sheets, their lemon
their honey, their tea,
are decoys meant to divide them
from me?
you've run me ragged because
you think I'm nothing
you think I'm nothing more
than what money can say,
you buy the silence of the poor…
but I've had enough
I've had enough,
I see beyond their things….
they falter eventually, grow sick
and make dust of the table
where rich people sit….
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3. |
Midnight Shadow
04:39
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HARD TO GET
I'm not playing
hard to get,
Cause I enjoy it too much.
The scent,
the smell
the sweat,
your touch
I'm not playing
hard to get,
I've been told many times,
what happens
when you play
with fire
But I'm a wanton bitch,
at the tire,
nipping.........at the flames
of the fire.....
Should I be self contained?
Should I keep my dress on?
When you're too willing
to conspire?
I just like
the taste
of your fire.....
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STILL STANDNING (JAZZMOON)
Heat
the moon
I am
I am
I am
standing
still standing
breathe
the water
that slips
over my body
the waves
the scent
the memory
light
heavy
wet
stolen wings of snow's egret fancy
shaded
brought back to me
eyes
a mother
a child
a daughter
the trembling string
licking this
quivering bow
that presses
and sings
sings
what have you seen?
what do you see?
I've seen
I see a reflection
drawn
by my satisfied mouth
lips rounded
red
free
a ripple of freedom
the salted taste
it brings
my hands
run over me
your crescent words
your swimming knees
and the heat
your sea
churning I am
I am
I am
still standing
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ARROW OF TIME
strike me…..
arrow,
time……time
erases these
memories
kept
like prisoners,
chained,
to our minds,
like two hands,
opening,
fist quickly closing…..
opening, tight fisted
grip,
vice, and hammer,
let me slip,
slide from your
hastened teeth,
your worried lips,
strike me, arrow, strike me
time absolve me,
by this arrow breaking
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8. |
EasyMood
04:31
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9. |
Oriental Waves Shift
03:40
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11. |
Hired Gun
06:15
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HIRED GUN
Silence…………..
it's stalking me,
far beyond my perception,
someone dark and hidden,
concealed by the razored
blades of grass,
erected as tiny
prison walls,
just over the grassy knoll……
watches.
Your silence,
is a hired gun,
your silence,
the cross hairs,
that divide me, in four
ways,
and conceal
my line of vision.
Your finger presses
slight against the
trigger, but
as for bullets,
you never fire one,
but your silence
kills me,
just like a hired gun.
You have become,
the dark figure,
cast by the setting sun,
when shadows are long,
I look out my window,
and scan the perimeter
the distance,
and though, I know
I'm ready for the kill,
you'll never kiss me
with such a death
your the hired gun on the hill,
and my heart is a shell
empty of it's lead.
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Picnic for Two
04:03
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PICNIC FOR TWO
If there was a hill,
a soft place we could lie,
without tripping
over
these tongues so tied.
I'd take the red,
from this sailors morning,
and paint you the sky,
with her cautious warnings.
I would…..I would,
But I'd never change,
your mind
if I could,
Because hands are not prisoners
they should not be slaves.
I'll fear the sun,
I'll greet the rain
grey and true.
Even when life's no picnic
for one,
let alone two.
If I'm a fool,
let it be done,
let me fall on the sword,
of the enemy I love.
Though I bleed,
I know I am alive,
and painful as it seems,
I'll stop breathing
when I'm ready,
to die.
I will love, I'll love foolishly
I'll love beyond the shadows,
or the light, imperfectly…..
Beyond the games we play,
I know
I'll risk it again,
even when I say I won't
I know thats a statement
not a question.
Because I love,
thats all I know,
thats all this life amounts to,
the rests for show.
Call me crazy,
pat me on the head,
then pull your chilly sheets,
closer to you
in your bed.
Life is no picnic,
thats nothing new,
but I still find I'm hungry,
even
when you're full.
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AndAWan Sweden
A.k.a. Anders Birr
Swedish producer of original electronic and acoustic
music.
Likes to "paint" with sounds and emotions - creating visual pictures within.
Mixes the styles of ambient, world music, drone, vintage electronica, trance, house, jazz, funk, neoclassical and folk into an original soundscape of his own that will take you for a journey within - and sometimes beyond..
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