Ballads R-U the nourishment Like the Bella baby greens Tossing your salad like The artwork deviant Like the myriad
The musical chairs Messages unique piece Playing the brain organs The new road of legions Cerebellum moving Perky pinks the possum We move into a certain era
Intense Opera breathing, pacing, dreaming
More feeding the balance of love needing Musical digestion Heart rate inside your movement shows affection All themes like soap operas The nervous system musical brain Gets damaged like the Asylum
So emotional heartbeat got more rhythm Your hums needing tums The Lifes crises But not feeling accountable the brains works Every function ballads of love Inside your heart diction Like the ballad-making Your best transformation Orchestrated hands to lead
The musical brain Love letters arrive on the train So tranquil love physical momentarily Has a certain quality like the ballad of love mutiny
We find in life its a long sip The brain wave long neck Giraffe hot cafe
We feel everyone's tragedy Living so high in the (Castle) the step up Not giving up the highness the majesty the brain depressed But such a parody foods for the soul no control eating binge
You want to dodge out But you're the musical genius Magical brain fast and furious Is tricky to remember you have The talent To be Lucky* Fill it with love and gravity He's the laughing stock of the comics
Like the simple life He's the built-in love a ballad with such structure The popular form of poetry Musical notes a blend of symmetry Chariots of fire the key to love
Whats truly above all we need is love He takes your breath away Reading into the "Britannica" Archie comics and Veronica Historical moments Cleopatra The ballads of culture Songs we remember I love September the day I was born Ballads and songs
"My Girl" "Stop Look Listen to your heart" "Love is all around" You came to the right place Peace and love, please stick around we love you
Ballads of important dates and places to remember like the day you are born the musical brain I would love to go back one time to memory lane
We've taken you from your home. Lush in line, your twins and elders, taken. You lost connection to the Nexus, put on display with porous candied paper messengers and the consumers of blood, perched from the ceiling by invisible lineage. We have taken you. We're sorry. We lament. We trade small goods to take you, but its easy. We take the tools too. The serration, the sadism, newspaper mat lobotomy. We lament. We are sorry. We lament and cut sad faces. We cut the undead that spawn from the soil and ****** your innards into the hot room. We are sorry. We too spawn from soil. You feel you've lost connection to the Nexus- with the stringy appendages of chilled gore. We've taken your insides and given you a new face. We are sorry.
He took a heart and he plucked its Strings recklessly to compose a second quartet - Of love! Of passion! Of chaos! - With sounds dredged from a hollow Box inhabited by his masterpiece - Kamila. Not the young, flattered, other man's living wife, But the manifestation of his desire to depict Longing; An artificial, delicately moulded, fervent Wanting.
One of the great classical passions - Up there with Dante and Beatrice - Tarnished by a most deceptive Embellishment in exchange For radiance. His melody - although bracing a lie - Sings to the fizzle in your chest and The tingle in your fingertips -- A lullaby to the desperation he required To convince us it was at all possible.
"And in your withered heart you know it's crap."
I was driven to write this after reading the short play 'Performances' by Brian Friel. His take on the true sentiment behind Leoš Janáček's intimate letters to Kamila, which inspired and bolster his second String Quartet, is thought-provoking. Friel's idea that the letters were written to a perfect image of Kamila as opposed to the imperfect person in order to inspire the work he produced struck a chord with me. Pun whole heartedly intended.