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Seasons
04:52
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Break it to me, knock on my door
When I was young I fell
From a mango tree
Naughty I’d be
If I didn’t love you
Can’t you see
Let me keep you in my sunrise like I was meant to
We will cry when mammals die
But frangipani thieves steal
My grief
Perfect timing
If I hadn’t met you
I would be
Un-luck-keep you in my sunrise like I was meant to
Love taste good in winter
Keeps me warm nightly
Love looks good in spring-time
Colorful blooming
Love gets drunk in summer
Sun-kissed forgetting
Love since I have met you
I can’t stop falling
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2. |
Letter to Beirut
03:54
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With love I write this letter for Beirut
I yearn for you like a lost lover
What have you done to me?
What did you say that makes me pray and
Hope for you everyday
Beirut Beirut
You give me dreams
You give me nightmares
You run in my veins and
Dance in my memories
Beirut Beirut
Boom boom goes my heart like a ticket in a bomb when I think of you
And Beirut I’m asking you
Love me, don’t kill me
Be stong, don’t deny me
Hold me, don’t break me
Forgive, don’t be angry
Give me the hope for a life, peace and family
Open your arms and protect and embrace me
Beirut
Beirut Beirut
You came to me on the waves of an old song and the scent of a’hawa (coffee in Arabic)
Beirut Beirut
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3. |
Ruins
03:27
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You told me to build
Under a new moon
A temple just for you
Made from something blue
But I felt
My precious heart creating
Beautiful ruins from loving you
Talking in dreams
I had a vision
The sea became a wall
Vertical and tall
And I swam
Up to the sky leaving behind
Beautiful ruins from loving you
After the rain
Between the sunshine
Of your warm embrace
And the coolness of your chains
Fell my fears
And happily I lived to feel
Beautiful ruins from loving you
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4. |
Story Makers
04:52
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Do it, in the jungle like a tiger
Feel it, flesh and blood when you bite harder
Catch it, in your mouth cool rain water
Rock it, On the street like blue iguanas
We are freaks of Nature
Didn’t you know
We are story makers
Dangerous souls
Slip it, through the desert sands like cobras
Slap it, on the bass and let it burn ya
We are freaks of nature
Didn’t you know
We are story makers
Dangerous souls
I had a dream that I was fish that fell in love with a pescador
Hook in my mouth he dragged me aboard, out of the water and on to the shore
He welcomed me with song and dance
The pain in me was turning fast
To joy that I inspired him to music
And after all this time underwater
I have finally found the land that burns
My lungs that yearn to breathe him
He told me no lies
That I was to die
He gently held me to his lips and….
Killed me
Oooohhhhhhh
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5. |
Tango to Bern
05:35
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