Sunday, July 27, 2008
A song written by a 11 yr-old!
My young brother-in-law wrote both the music and lyrics to this song! and he's only 11 this yr! Totally awesome!
I saw love in front of me, beauty reaching wild
I saw love in front of me, news of her spreading around
I saw love in front of me, wanna send my feelings across
I saw love in front of me, I'm sure that's not a loss
I was sitting on a tree in my backyard
Then I saw her coming out as happy as a lark
I wanna ask her to a movie but I didn't dare
There's nothing that could help me in the end
I wanted to throw everything in the flames of despair
I wanna lay low and I wanna walk back
Oh yeah, retrace my steps
Chorus
I walked up to her step by step
My head down low feeling kinda sad
She saw my face for the first time round
My voice couldn't give out any sound
Oh yeah..oh yeah
So my story goes like this
It's kinda hard to explain what this is
So it's simple yeah...
Chorus
So what if she's pretty so what if she's nice
So what if she's awesome so what if she skates on ice
She's mine, all mine, the girl of my life
She's the guiding star when I'm lost, the sun that cheers me up when I'm down
although she's not around
The girl that I found, oh yeah...
Chorus x 2
Friday, April 25, 2008
Butterfly + I will survive
Messing around at home with Jason Mraz's Butterfly & Gloria Gaynor's I will Survive
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
For Tammy
So I'll sail you to the moon
Where my love lies waiting for you
And when you hear this song in June
You know I'll come back for you
I'll plant this soft kiss on your watery eyes today
I'll cast away this shadow hanging upon your weary face
I'll lift you up to this heavenly blissful place
I'll shelter you from this baffling dreadful maze
I'll paint you the most beautiful portrait
Of the most benevolent girl I've ever known
I'll write you these words of our loving fate
And show you our path on this age-old, timeless tale
The rainbow will shine its rich array
Slants of light will lead the way
The trees will all bow down and chant in praise
Peddles of dreams shall glow in bloom
Oh love don't you cry too soon
And you'll hear the wind singing in tune
The day I come back for you
So I'll sail you to the moon
Where my love lies waiting for you
And when you hear this song in June
You know I'll come back for you
The Blind Man
I think the story makes for an interesting song...
Yesterday I saw this blind man, standing alone on the street
Dressed in those ragged clothes, looks like a beggar by his trade
Their sympathetic eyes reflect the suffering on his face
But everyone of them just pass him by and go away
Then he took out his harmonica and roll out this moving tune
Then people started to stop and listened to him play
The melody heard in the air, seemed like a sound they've heard before
It reminded them of the cause they're born for
Chorus
You're born to care (cheat)
You're born to smile (hide)
You're born to feel (pretend)
You're born to love (lie)
It goes 'Hey.......Hey.......'
As they watched him play the song, some of them sang along
A few were so touched, they tired hard to hold back their tears
I wonder what if he could see, what if the blind man could see them cry
What would he be thinking, if he ever see them cry
As he completed the song, they gave him a coin or two
Then he packed up his bag and strolled towards the park by the road
As I followed, I was wondering: "Doesn't he need to be guided?"
But by then, he was in his car and had driven away
Chorus
You're born to care (cheat)
You're born to smile (hide)
You're born to feel (pretend)
You're born to love (lie)
It goes 'Hey.......Hey.......'
I'd be your boy
A song I wrote for Tammy:
I'd be your yellow when you feel so blue
I'd be your rainbow when it rains
I'd be the sun in your secret garden
I'd be your joy everyday of our lives
I'd be your prince in your magic kingdom
I'd be your pillow on your bed
I'd be your ice in the scorching summer
I'd be your everything
Well you've got me
And I've got you
That makes the most beautiful song
Cos this love
Is 10 years in the making
And I can't wait for more
Chorus:
I'd be your boy for this chance of a lifetime
I'd be your boy everyday
I'd be your boy for this love's overflowing
I'd be your boy everyday of our lives
I'd be the ring on your forth finger
I'd be your carrot cake
I'd be your song in your lonesome hours
I'd be your everything
I'd lay this kiss on your head
And I'd whisper in your ear
I'd hold you in my arms
And I'd sing this lullaby for you
For you...
Young Man
A song I wrote after the death of Princess Dianna.
Young Man, young man
Do you know what you have done to her
You have smeared her blood on every news
Killed her with your photos from hell
Young Man, young man
Who claims you can prophesize with your pen
Do you know what's driving me so mad
Now I've lost all my trust in press
Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about, and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"
Young Man, young man
Is it the money devil that you serve
But remember on the silver coins you've earned
There's a face staring, planting her curse
Young Man, young man
Now you've got what you want with your crazy gang
But this time what you gonna do with your pen
One whole nation bent on crucifying you
Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about,and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"
Young Man, young man
Now you wont even look at your bloody hand
There ain't no use now even if you repent
You've done what a devil can't comprehend
Young Man, young man
And all of your kind throughout the land
Don't turn your head and then just pretend
You're just another freelance man
Chorus:
He said "I'm just doing my job and afterall
It's freedom of speech we call for,
So I shall be released"
"And I'm just doing what everybody likes to read about,and if that too is wrong
then everyone is to be blamed."
"I've got a filthy job, got a filthy job"
Story in May
A song I wrote...I really like the lyrics :)
The clouds are reaping across
And floating beyond the bright blue sky
And receding and fading into a mellow white
The lights that are shining thro'
Are shaping my shadow
For which I know is my only company today
The trees behind me are shedding their leaves
As I shed my very own tears
And the wind is blowing and whispering
And telling me a story too old, too sad
I heard a new broken heart's silent cry
And the wicked laughter of the thief who stole her pride
I smelled the scent of hope that love promises to bring
Yet you wouldn't know till it's all rotten up inside
And now my love for her
Is crushed beneath all the lies
In this story in May
My eyes are shot by the flash of light
That was meant to bring me home
And far away from the tormented times
My feet are too tired
They won't carry me any further
On this road I've been traveling for too long
My mind's too empty
My hands' too filthy
They're just reflections of what's left behind
And it seems my life's like a play
So badly written
In which I must play till I die
My days are numbered
As the curtain comes down
And I shall leave as silently as I've come
And it shall spell the end of this story in May
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