At the start of it all, with nothing to record, cos my stories were out there being made, these themes of family and faces, being replaced by torture and feeling faceless, with such insignificant lil things remind me of updates of disgrace, born being honest and ended up wasted, refrain..

Tired of chasing these feelings of pain...
Broken legs won't take this strain...
Hills so far from the house of insane...
Street lights are home again...

I gotta thank everyone who pushed me through, my mind was stuck to you, and through you I forgot all this pain, never again, almost lost myself too rope, no hope, too close, lost as a ghost in this home all alone, her anger invoked, her anger in the walls, anger in the floor, but I won't feel no more, gift from God, delivered so raw, the ice did thaw for we now men... and did all for you lord...  

amen...

Inspired by: Duke Ellington, John Coltrane “In a sentimental mood”

Romance is like a jazz melody;
A marriage of symphonies.
Passion dances in the air;

Two lovers provoking destiny.
Eyes wide with epiphany;
She looks away breathlessly.

The smooth beat of the drums, a soft piano joins in.
The whole club fills with hums.
Glasses with bourbon and gin.

Boldly and loudly, he speaks-
Melodic and demure, she winks.

The band senses the lust, their heated intensity.
A saxophone chimes in, quite rhythmic and velvety
The trumpet shrieks, like a woman wrapped in ecstasy.

Touching with flirty techniques;
He orders a round of drinks.
Magnetic pull and bedroom eyes;
Fruitless efforts to disguise.

Dancing close amid dangerous temptation.
He smells of sandalwood and *******.
She smells of jasmine and anticipation.

The band fades in the night, slowing their song and dance.
They float aimlessly into the moonlight under this trance.
Her red dress swaying to the tempo of romance.

Look up to the sun
Your face cooling down
The wind blowing soft
Carrying soft tones
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Calming down her heart

Spin around in circles
Feel the sun
Heating up your blood
With an upbeat song
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Wanting to dance

Cover your head
The rain is pouring
You cry your first tears
Hearing a heartbreaking melody
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Drowning in sorrow

Feel the pain
Taking over your body
You hated her so much
High notes piercing your ears
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Crying for help

Fall into the grass
Like she fell in love with you
The sun is setting
You whistle to the loving melody
Can you hear her?
It's her playing the flute
Forgiving you

Play a song, guitar
Let me be the melody
And you’re the beat.

© Regan