wanted to upload some of my songs, as i came across them on my laptop and i hope you like them… btw, i added all of the lyrics as well, just click the link if you want…
first song is called “good things“, a song about a meeting between two people, seen from her point of view:
this song, “Get 2 know ya” is about the same meeting but seen from his point of view:
i wrote a song for a dear friend of mine, when he lost the last of his parents, called “under the tree“:
the first song i wrote for this beautiful girl, “talk 2 u“:
and finally a song i wrote about too young girls with too mature bodies, “too much body“:
Everywhere u look u see little girls hanging and waiting… for God knows what. Just look around U….at the busstop, at the mall, at school. U see those boys looking at so much flesh, they just don’t know how to act or how to handle all those femine contoures, poppin out of those miniskirts, kapow pow! And neither do the girls… Just dont’s no what it is these days, so much body, to much hormones, I guess they better stop eating Mc Donalds
I am too damn sexy, for my mind
I am too erotic, for my mind
Doesn`t matter what sex you`ll find
Iam too much body for my mind
Look at me, how you can ignore this
This is real, this is me Continue Reading…
It’s the first time, just the first time
That I talk to you
Now I realise baby
It’s the right time, it’s about time
That I talk to you
Now let me say this to you, baby
I have been watching you and haven’t said much ‘xcept
“How are you, you’re looking fine”
So I feel now’s the time, to start telling how I feel
And lay it on down the line
Usually I’m not this quiet, but you make me still
It seems your beauty is gagging me Continue Reading…
I AM under the tree
… under the tree I am
I AM who you let me be
… becoming who I am
waking up
I see my tree
standing all alone up on this hill
without reason
I am drawn
standing underneath and hide I will
it’s a perfect shelter Continue Reading…
Uhn, oooooh-oooooooh
I wanna, I gotta
Get to know ya
and I’ve only seen you once
Uhn, oooooh-oooooooh
I need to, I’d love to
Get to know ya, know your needs and wants
Deep down in your soul
Hi, how are you, do you remember me?
Baby, how could I forget
We connected like MCI
No one feeling shy Continue Reading…
hi, how are you ?
do you remember me ?
we met last evening, the end of days, as i knew them (anyway)
well, never mind
i feel that we connected
as we spoke ’bout music, god and love
i was hoping we could meet again
tomorrow, in the sun, in the park
In expectation
I’ve been waiting, ’cause I know that
Good things
Come to those who wait Continue Reading…
baby, I know it’s hard
not knowing how it’ll all work out
and with us being apart
try to figure how you deal with doubt
your whatifs I know
are real, but grey as well, my love
and I try to show
I think we can have all faith in love
I understand you, baby, but all I wanna say
why don’t you just
come over here
cause I will guide you with my mind
come over here
only one thing is for sure
nothing is this pure
come over here
just come over here
baby I can tell you
the step is just as big as you want it to be
and baby let me tell you
someday you will take the same step back with me
and you know
I will do
ev’rything for you
to make the step as small as possible
cause you know
half of me
is gone you see
the emptiness inside’s unbearable
I know that you feel it too, so
we have no idea what the future holds
all I know is that we can mold it
you know that almost nothing is forever
except our dedication
c’est encroyable, comment tu me manque
mon energie est tout juste la moitie
parce que tu me manque
je ne peus pas attendre jusqu’á je te peus tenir
jusqu’á ce moment-la tu me manque
mon esprit se tiens en équilibre instable
alors tu me manque
c’est encroyable, comment je t’aime
je ne l’ai jamais vit en celles couleurs, avec celle intensité
parce que je t’aime
et tu m’aime pour qui je suis, parce que je suis moi-même
puisque tu m’aime
nos esprits ne peuvent pas être separé, on doit se joindre
car je t’aime
i guess you think I’m dissin’, but that just proves you’re missin’ the point, when I’m analysing your paralysing curves, all hail, but that doesn’t begin to stand in the shadows of the frontal honesty of nature’s creations…
i know it may become frustrating, this moment in time, where you have to face your true self, hating the hollowness you have become or always have been, unable to fill the void with purpose or something humanoid…
it’s like the bling, like garlands emphasizing or covering the essence of your being, you’ll be the judge what it will be, although I have a vague notion of the inevitability of your options, oooh how you are faced with your damn self…
so let me tell you, most prefer the roughness, the nudity, the challenging obscurity of your physical secrets, where a covered chest is more appealing than a naked tit, where a not so perfect bag is superior over an empty soul… Continue Reading…
