Sighs and Butterflies
**inspiration song**
https://youtu.be/lA8F9sIhGdg
Sighs and Butterflies
i can forgive
but i can never forget
god
i wish it was
the other way around
you forgive me
and forget me so easily
you need to get
out of my head
i can't sleep anymore
it's too bad
we're dead now
wispy shadows
and memories
humming and buzzing
disappearing and dancing
you always looked back
and i could see it
in your eyes
you kissed me
you loved me
i didn't think
you could forget me
god
i wish it was
the other way around
it's too bad
we're dead now
but you're still
keeping me awake
i wish you
were dead now
i'll finally get
some sleep
but
i'm not going to sleep
i'm going to forgive you
clawing up
digging out
learning to forget you
it's too bad
you're dead now
i hope you're sleeping well
Land of the Sun [First half]
[Opening]
Born outta sin, singled out for the fringe
Soul my soul for the world, on certificate; Can’t
Stroll to the end, cold case to be in
Goal gaining distance, so I’ll roll for a friend
Goading attention in the sunshine
Looked for a long time till my eyes start to fry
Land of the sun ain’t no peace signs
Don’t slack on your stripes or you never gon fly
[Hook x2]
Chillin’ in the heat with our hearts full of ice
We was waitin’ on Christ
I was tryna be right
Sheathing the light
They were seething despite
All the words that you spoke, yo all of us bite.
No bark, cut palms, glades burn in the night
That’s tight, theme song, you know that I like
Been cryin’ my state seems somethin’ like a briar
If you don’t know you won’t know yo, yo,yo
Darken Scythe
[Hook]
Watchu say? Watchu say?
Think you want a taste?
Better let it bake, playing games those screens
Biltz poor tendency
and diss goal energy
Affixed off the super e
Affixed, Affixed
[Verse]
You was drunk off the fluency
A monk school of cardi B
Amuck with stupidity
A bust tryna ruin me
A bud sore of scrutiny
That tact nothin' new you see they use to call me rocky but my status heal like wolverine
Dutifully, tasked with my ancestors
Eulogy, fresh off the dna and paper
What a dream, lit with the dimmest of tapers--it ain't all what it seems can I pull this caper?
"___ Don't sin!"
We out our minds if we live life like this
All of these avenues cognitively rid
I'm with the shits, if you're in then I'm in, if you're in then I'm in, dog.
Lunar Panels
(Hook)
Steely gaze leaves the gape stuck Been above but browsing for the wrong one The summit forged some tough stuff Back to waves, back away you won’t wash up Don’t strafe on it Can’t stay runnin’ now Don’t strafe on it Bad taste in a kiss Don’t strafe on it That gaze got you now Don’t strafe on it For a few more seconds
(Verse)
Defeat on feats can’t Love I’m tired
Leaf on beats prone to the pyre
Stuck behind the wire yo numbness seem to split the world
Rose and gold, seen it in a rope, hang or should I go
Blisters bustin’ out my tomes
Mirror mirror all I know
Got no prose Got no show
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
What a load
Of bullshit
Always wanna talk never step up to the
pulpit
Always got ya jaw runnin’
why they run ya spot
Always fillin’ in the dots, for the thots, that don’t think
Bout you on the brink
Do you want release
Lot less of a beast when you got a whiff of peace
Whatchu want, whatchu need Lately I don’t see a me-overbearing
Caring,
loving, bitch we ain’t married
Bitch you ain’t mary
Half me peppered into ya
Dark as it was the centers cusped
Bouncing the light like tennis court
Marital devotion Kept marching when hope end Ed up with no context And singing bout bomb head.
I was going Winston for a minute
Smile was like music to my psyche
Why the volition don’t like me Mediate the cores that’s excessive egcision
One And Only
VERSE 1
You are like a ghost creating mischief in my mind
I find it hard to live, when you are not alive
I've been through wars and survived but this pain,
May just kill me in the end.
CHORUS
I can pretend that I'm happy
But without you how can I be?
Please god, bring him back to me,
He's my one and only
Living without you, is killing me
I love our children but seeing you in them
I find myself falling apart all over again
Please god, bring him back to me
He's my one and only,
My one and only, yeah.
VERSE 2
Phantoms walk these halls but I see nothing,
Your shadow is an image that sends me running
I've seen terror and continued on strong
But as time goes by I just can't go on.
CHORUS
I can pretend that I'm happy
But without you how can I be?
Please god, bring him back to me,
He's my one and only
Living without you, is killing me
I love our children but seeing you in them
I find myself falling apart all over again
Please god, bring him back to me
He's my one and only,
My one and only, yeah.
MIDDLE 8
And what if my wish came true?
Yeah, because all I want is you,
Would it make you stay?
Maybe, your destiny is far away
But with that said, you are my one and only,
You are my one and only,
Always, one and only,
Don't leave me to be lonely.
CHORUS
I can pretend that I'm happy
But without you how can I be?
Please god, bring him back to me,
He's my one and only
Living without you, is killing me
I love our children but seeing you in them
I find myself falling apart all over again
Please god, bring him back to me
He's my one and only,
My one and only, yeah.
OUTRO
Never will I leave,
I know you'll come back to me,
My one and only,
One and only, yeah.
Vincent by Don McLean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china-blue.
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch this world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn upon a bloody rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.
It is without a doubt that few would not consider Vincent Van Gogh to be one of the saddest artistic figures who ever lived. Therefore, it seems a likely deduction that “Vincent” by Don McLean, first published and sung by the composer in 1971, is one of the saddest songs ever written, clearly exemplified by its lovely lyrics and haunting musical melody.
Van Gogh, who suffered for 37 years with mental illness, depression, and poverty, was thought to be a madman and a failure during his lifetime. It was only after his controversial death by suicide or a shotgun wound, that he gained recognition and was considered a misunderstood genius. With his bold colors and dramatic brushstrokes, he is perhaps one of the most famous artists from the Post-Impressionistic and Expressionistic Eras.
All these dynamic aspects of Van Gogh’s pivotal life and his sad, untimely death are noted in subliminal stimuli that flow within the lyrical body of the song, the haunting softness of its melody creating the perfect backdrop for such beautiful prose. As one listens, a permeating sense of loneliness and despair is decidedly felt, and a moving factor for any listener.
For me, there is no question that this song, which is so clearly demonstrative of the artist for which it was named, is one of the most emotional and saddest songs ever written, embodying the scope and depth of Van Gogh’s beautiful work and all too tragic life. It will forever remain one of my favorite pieces of both prose and music.
BISOU
He sensed it in the air
Seeing something silver~
quite familiar—
The Shadow Man felt his body quiver-
She moved closer & slapped his face:
As if she was ready to also punch it,
The Shadow Man wondered what she was doing at his place. Why had she come to the Nightmares pit?
Then she burst out laughing
Placing her hands close to her head
The Shadow Man started clapping
Here he thought that she’d been dead
She stopped with her hyena chuckles
The moon was full & shining on her
The Shadow Man placed a hand on her freckles
He leaned in closer and grinned
Leaning in to give her a bisou
She blushed- and slowly smiled
The Shadow Man said, ‘‘I missed you!’’
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vGJTaP6anOU
22/04\2021.
#BISOU (c)
The Song of a No Hit Wonder
Have ye heard, the tale of the silhouette man?
He schemes underground, he has quite the plan.
He was down on his luck, he had no four leaf clover.
He was tricked by his kingly father’s advisor, and turned into Leftover.
The prince had wanted to be a hero, in Hugh’s worldwide network.
But the one that stole his features was locked away, by the hero known as Mirk.
Leftover still wants to be a hero, but first wants to take down Hugh’s team.
He thinks he can do a better job, so is he truly being mean?
CCC, Hypnorc, Doctor Sic, and Willy are in his ranks.
Their plans are sinister, not minor little pranks.
I want to join too, although there’s not much I can bring.
But when Leftover and his team achieve victory, their tales and praises I will sing.
“So Leftover, what did you think of my debut song?”
Leftover looked at the bard and shook his head.
“Awful, just awful.” Leftover replied. “He’s all yours Willy. After all, I did promise you people that you can turn into worms. Make sure his only audience is buried deep underground with him.”
“No, please, I can write a better one!” The bard screamed as Willy’s touch removed his humanity. No other human ever heard any music from him ever again....
The ballad of the marine Monotreme
There was a man from the old ’cape
who built a boat with goodly shape,
an old salt he, he knew he could,
sail every thing wrought out of wood.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
′ he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
and set he t’go upon the waves ,
to find what every seaman crave,
adventure, glory, they were fine,
but this brave soul had big design,
’cause he was not ’fraid of nothing.
he was not ’fraid of nothing.
and heard this man on his great jaunt,
about a monster that shall haunt,
it was so vile, and murderous,
the monsterous marine platypus!
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
now, platypus that live at sea
are something that will make thee flee
a terror of the seas , is it
a toothy bill, to sink a fleet..
it has a fur that’s cinder-dark,
the likes of which shall scare a shark,
they from Australia’s shoreline hail,
devour whaling ships and whales,
and it’s not ’fraid of nothing,
no, they’re not afraid of nothin’
now sought our hero long and far,
to hunt the platypus de’l mare
but found he not a way to tame,
the evil billed old monotreme.
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
and with harpoon, he thusly fought,
a weapon that was keenly wrought,
to rid the world of this fell beast,
on sealane traffic, shall not feast.
but platypus was strong and wise,
and parried every thrust aside,
it smashed with rage upon the keel,
and lashed out venom with its bill,
our seaman lost much in this fight,
an eye, a leg, his verile might.
but could not quit, he would not yeild,
he was not ‘fraid of nothin’ still,
he used the fog to make retreat,
and find a net for this arch-eel,
cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, not ‘fraid of nothin’.
so made our seaman to a school,
of oceanic ken, they spool,
to seek ’mong book and microfische,
of better ways to slay all fish.
advised him they, who know such things
about the poisons and toxins,
to leach from animals so rare,
a drop of blue-ringed sea-'cumber,
indeed one drop of this Echinoderm,
will kill a dozen whales of sperm,
but baiting this slow-moving wretch,
you need but barnicles to fetch.
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’.
’why, barnicles i have no lack,
they cover hull and mast and tack!”
collected he some sessile fare,
for the blue-ringed ocean cucumber.
and thus armed he with weapon new,
one-legged, sailed in oceans blue.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
by this time, friends, you must precieve,
our sailor’s double negative,
and while we scorn this wild misuse,
we pity not the platypus.
a creature that must live no more,
this egg-laying mammal carnivore.
‘cause it was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no it was not ‘fraid of nothin’
i hate to tell you what went down,
but this’ here ballad is no clown.
to slay a monster is no cinch,
more Moby Dick than Christmas Grinch.
our brave soul saw the fight resume,
with weapon tipped with venom spume.
and nicked he thus the platypus,
with that vile and toxic ooze,
but thrashed the animal, it would not cease,
and our sailor was like Laertes,
who, with vengeful hope in Denemark
had slain himself along with mark.
and so our poisoned foes, have writhed,
and thus our tragic sailor, died.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ’fraid of nothin.
the truth not ’parted by such loss,
the platypus got no sufficient dose,
and though in pain, ’twas not demise
this shark lives still ,in duck disguise.
‘cause it’s not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, it’s not afraid of nothin’