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She Let Me Go (urban stories 1)

She Let Me Go (urban stories 1)

Who is the woman who turned around,
a silky walk above the ground,
some time ago, long time ago,
she gave me birth, she let me go

a woman who stopped the times coming
no question asked, no thoughts to think
some time ago, long time ago
she gave me a smile, she let me go

Who is the woman who turned the tide
who gave me life, who gave me pride
who gave me strength so long ago
to live my life, she let me go

After Midnight  (urban stories 2)

After Midnight (urban stories 2)

Oh after midnight, before dawn
I go to parties, I ain’t home
I walk the city and see friends
To catch the night before it ends
 
‘Heart of the city is beating fast
Eyes of the city of shiny glass
I look the city right in the eye
And while I’m looking, I won’t die
And when I party, I won’t cry
And you can see me, I can fly
 
Eyes of the city, the city lights
How many windows, how many nights
City of music and running cars
People of midnight sit in bars
And after midnight, before dawn
Don’t try to find me, I ain’t home.

My Window -- Monday Morning  (urban stories 3)

My Window -- Monday Morning (urban stories 3)

My window
    Monday morning
The Earth is turning
    a new day dawning

The people from the Mountain are moving down
The Priests are gathering in their town
The bartenders (are) opening up their bars
The drivers are driving in their cars
The city is moving - moving fast
The past is over - the dice is cast

My window
    Monday morning
The Earth is turning
    a new day dawning

And all I see now is mist and smoke
The pale white sunlight of urban vogue
And all I hear is the distant noise
A strange vibration of urban poise
And all I feel is just air and light
The senseless joy of an urban height

City of November -- Waiting for Thoughts to Go (urban stories 4)

City of November -- Waiting for Thoughts to Go (urban stories 4)

Silence around the foggy city in November
To see your face and hear your voice I came here to remember
The day I had to break my heart and say what I had said
The moment when I had to face the unknown and the dread

The heart of Earth stopped beating for a moment of farewell
Clouds covered the sunlight and the dreary sky as well
I had to die that day just to live again
But this I never told you, that I could never get over you,
My killer, my lover, my friend, my brother, my enemy, my Man.

And then I woke up in this city of November,
How did I arrive here, I no longer remember,
But then I joined the army of the Unsolicited
And I marched in the army of the Unattached

Then one day I came down here to the river of the sea
I had to close my eyes to be able to see
I had to die that day just to live again
But this I never told you, that I could never forget you,
My killer, my lover, my friend, my brother, my enemy, my Man.

My heart has lost its silence a long, long time ago
My mind is seeking freedom, waiting for thoughts to go
Because I had to die that day just to live again
But this I never told you, that I could never forget you,
My killer, my lover, my friend, my brother, my enemy, my Man.

Saturday Night -- Calling the Muse (urban stories 5)

Saturday Night -- Calling the Muse (urban stories 5)

The curtain lifted. A sound could not be heard.
And came the master, calling for the Muse.
Under the spotlight he elegantly sat.
He played to move, enrapture and amuse.
¦: Master of the piano, magician of the night
Warming the hearts and bringing them delight. :¦

The concert hall was luminously lit,
The hearts were filled with the magic of the sound,
And passed the nights, the seasons and the years
The Muse pretending to always be around.
¦:Master of the piano, magician of the night
Loved by the Muse had drifted with the tide. :¦

And came a night when calling for the Muse
The darkness answered, laughing, “Can’t you see?
Your Muse has left you, but I can help,
Just give your audience to me.”
¦:Master of the piano, magician of the night
You have to chose, surrender and decide. :¦

He only signaled – and there the Muse appeared.
And there he was, enchanting all the hearts,
Loved by the Muse, yet nurturing the darkness,
The resonance of music of the dark.
¦:Master of the piano, magician of the night
Why did you let the darkness steal the light? :¦

And so the darkness ruled the audience,
And all the music they heard was just to tease,
This was the price the master had to pay by
Giving his music the darkness to appease.

Eternally he played the music of the night
Not for the hearts, not bringing them delight.
Master of the piano, magician of the night
Not of the hearts, not bringing them delight.

Passing by Forever (urban stories 6)

Passing by Forever (urban stories 6)


So many faces, so many lives
So many choices, so many times,
You’ll never know – you’re never told –
If it’s the ONE that you behold

REF :
(But now) I know it’s now or never
And if I don’t say “hello”
You’re passing by below,
Passing by forever…

So many questions, so many doubts,
So many reasons you say aloud,
But deep inside you know you loose
If it is "reason" you come to choose

REF :
(And) I know it’s now or never
And if I don’t say “hello”
You’re passing by below,
Passing by forever…

Forget the reasons you said aloud
Look at the smiling face in the crowd
This is the moment, something’s begun –
But in a moment, we will be gone…

REF :
(So) I know it’s now or never
And if I don’t say “hello”
You’re passing by below,
Passing by forever…
 

Yellow Sunglasses (urban stories 7)

Yellow Sunglasses (urban stories 7)


Under the grey of the rainy sky
you take my hand
you make me smile

I take no umbrella
I take a kiss
You are my
YELLOW SUNGLASSES!!!!!!!!!

HEY!
You run away with me from home
(into this)
Wet city
Wet world
Wet streets
to roam

You want no umbrella
You want a kiss
You just want
Yellow Sunglasses

Is it the rain?
Is it the day?
Is it the people
who hide away?

Is it because
I know you're here?
I just feel like
I know no fear

I just feel like
I want to run
I want it to rain…!
Forget the sun!

4:30am (urban stories 8)

4:30am (urban stories 8)

Empty café at four thirty A.M.
    Sitting on a rooftop I wonder where I am
The dawn is here and everything is gone
    The light betrays me: What have I become?
        Wearing the same dress I wore the night before
        I feel so strange (in) this city I adore.

No point to claim, no point to still believe,
Get up from the table, say goodbye and leave.

The city sleeps like a breathing memory
    (and) I feel like I’m locked out by my own family
    (in an) empty café at four thirty A.M.
    staring around not knowing why I am
    trying to claim, trying to still believe.

Get up from the table, say goodbye and leave.

Downtown Prisoner (urban stories 9)

Downtown Prisoner (urban stories 9)

The world outside
The world outside
    It seems so unreal
The world outside
The world outside
    An ever-turning wheel

Summer heat makes me forget
Summer heat makes me forget

Watching the people in the street I feel alone, so alone
Like a tired prisoner in my downtown home, never home.  

Am I alone
Or am I lonely
    Am I keeping or kept
Am I really
the one and only
    one to never forget

Summer heat makes me forget
Summer heat makes me forget

Watching the people in the street I feel alone, so alone
Like a tired prisoner in my downtown home, never home.