This is a tale of two people from two very distant parts of the world who met in a random place, half-way from their respective homes, families and loved ones. Although they knew it was the last thing to do, as they were both soon leaving, they fell in love and decided to live their story. It was fast, it was intense, it was good. They both cried when it was time to part, but none felt regrets.
lyrics
Instrumental track.
Intended lyrics (by Carolina) :
Content he was walking, discovering while talking
That lo and behold his English was weak
She came along, sang to his song
And off they went down the street
Slowly but surely she saw he was curly
Her fingers she twirled along the soft strands
He fell asleep and tucked in his feet
On her small bed of faraway lands
His kisses were sweet, what fun they did meet
While talking of subjects that mattered
When words had been said, they just stayed in bed
And paid no heed to clothes that were tattered
She knew how to dance and gave him a chance
To prove himself and his manliness
And with a great frown she decided to sit down
And understand this whole jazz business
He wanted to see her but only to please her
So he asked kindly & respectfully
Up she arose, barebacked and posed
And his hands discovered simplicity
Walking to classes they followed the masses
With deviations never prepared
Often they drank, together on one tank
Biting into this piece of life they shared
Too soon he was gone, her heart all gone wrong
For she had let him cry on her shoulder
Tears invaded her system as she thought of how she missed him
And the coals that once burned now smouldered
Happily she retraces all the wonderful paces
Together they took hand in hand
But she must let go, and he help her do so
By not rubbing it in with more sand
They had to be clever and never proclaimed “forever”
Knowing it was not going to last
But she has changed, will never be the same
And has one more story in her past
Yes it does hurt, like too much dessert
But she knows how to make sugar from a sour lemon
Now dawn comes after night, watch what I say with all my might
I hope your eyes can listen to everything here written
credits
from Youth,
released November 20, 2012
Composed & arranged by Omashay.
All instruments performed by Omashay.
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