Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Those Hours by Integr8d Soul

We've got to put in those hours
We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, so they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours Here are we, day before, our first kiss Came unexpectedly, under a sign you won’t miss You’re beautiful, looking up for it, angel, I’ll take you above It’s my joy to be good to you, someone is falling in love All of the sacrifice, transcendence has never been cheap though it’s free- all the beans and rice- here’s my hand, together we’ll leap We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, so they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours Coffee and love, midnights we’ll have sometimes Journey with you, this and other worlds, map it with magic rhymes Just became friends, laughing at me, becoming one, effortlessly Mornings we must rise, for this world to share I gaze and tickle you, while I stroke your hair We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, yes they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours 2/1/22 Lue

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

I am a star, once more: Something Not Quite There (live)

Powerless and Helpless, I am made to feel like a child in the dark of night whirling, spinning, cycle of fear Why remove me from security, turning angrily, towards some unknown always hoping to find that which is out my back door I catch a fleeting glimpse of something not quite there class="separator" style="clear: both;">

Thursday, March 3, 2022

Night Whorl - a country night sky duet

This one goes back to our undergrad days, so it was really sang by bonfires out in Sweet, the forest containing The Dome, near Tuscaloosa, Alabama. The Evening sky is all we know Never did you wonder: where did a star go? Beneath the anger of never giving in at once, is beautiful, where two or three would send
Oh! Feel the Night Whorl Carrying a cricket's song to a sky without end
Angels building angles at piling fractal speed making sense to intelligence knowing when is growing tense
The edge of nothing touches nothing anyway keep all my secrets in your maiden head we will seek the surface, climbing high with possibility until the crashing tempest brings love inside us, again and again and again