Lyrics:
the rain
And I know your story
But tell me again
Nothing you say wouldn't interest me
All of your words are like poems to me
I would be honored if you
奏で続けた
色の無い華に まみれて踊れ
横たわる詩にキスをあたえよう
風に溶けて流れる お前の横顔
切り裂いてやりたいと
傷口を欲しがる
君の壊れたメロディー
2度と交わらず
消えてくれ 叫んでも
明日もまた 同じ影を着たままで
Dead poem's still alive
the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair
of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook
the passion and the saving grace
I slept one rainy night with you in Paris
Made up for a thousand wasted years
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
I close
The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My poems are soft
The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My poems are soft
奏で続けた
色の無い華に まみれて踊れ
横たわる詩にキスをあたえよう
風に溶けて流れる お前の横顔
切り裂いてやりたいと
傷口を欲しがる
君の壊れたメロディー
2度と交わらず
消えてくれ 叫んでも
明日もまた 同じ影を着たままで
Dead poem's still alive
innocent, but guilty's her plea
Everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves
She's got the grace of a tourist, with
loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who
no
Baby, love me out, love me out of this world
No alibis, no more regrets
You're my wayward angel
You're my saving grace
Sanctify my crazy head
Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone
love me out
love me out of this world
No alibis no more regrets
You're my wayward angel
you're my saving grace
sanctify my crazy head
You been inside me
Due to copyright laws, I cannot publish the words here. However, please refer to the published poem, which appears in Poems By CS Lewis, published
Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's
I wrote a poem, in classic style
I wrote it with my tongue and my cheeks and my lips in a smile
But of late my poem has a meaning so new
For demise
You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this)
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm
We're fragile
Life's like poetry and in my poem bay
Until now there's always been a missing line
You know life's too short to hide a good thing you feel
and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave him gifts of the mind
I gave him the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have known
I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor,
Also Billie Holiday, and a group of kick-ass women artists.
Sappho was a poet
Billie was
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