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Melodies Story
Long days, hard work
Heat sweats
Sore neck
Laid back
Relaxing
His forethought takes action
And with his pen not always reacting
The day's wrath trying to take its toll
He pours his heart into his musical flow
Because it's just as much of his soul
And he's best friends.......with the unknown
Music he knows
Lyrics she grows
What was running through his mind.....
As he tuned that bass and chime
As he layed the track down for her rhymes...
And made her melody his story....
This was running through her mind....
As she heard how he tweaked those drum lines
So she wrote her rhyme to its vibe
And made his melody her story....
Every day is her struggle
But it seems like freedom is still far away
So she stands strong,
And carries.....a smile on her face
And at the end of a long day....
Her pen and paper make love passionately
As she pours her heart into the flow
Like its part of her soul
And she's best friends......with the unknown
Music he knows
Lyrics she grows
What was running through his mind.....
As he tuned that bass and chime
As he layed the track down for her rhymes...
And made her melody his story....
This was running through her mind....
As she heard how he tweaked those drum lines
So she wrote her rhyme to its vibe
And made his melody her story
And who would have known?
That they'd be best friends with the same soul
Music they know.....lyrics they grow
***dedicated to my forever treasured memories of late nights in the mic booth...my escape...Heaven has a song waiting for us to write!
Heat sweats
Sore neck
Laid back
Relaxing
His forethought takes action
And with his pen not always reacting
The day's wrath trying to take its toll
He pours his heart into his musical flow
Because it's just as much of his soul
And he's best friends.......with the unknown
Music he knows
Lyrics she grows
What was running through his mind.....
As he tuned that bass and chime
As he layed the track down for her rhymes...
And made her melody his story....
This was running through her mind....
As she heard how he tweaked those drum lines
So she wrote her rhyme to its vibe
And made his melody her story....
Every day is her struggle
But it seems like freedom is still far away
So she stands strong,
And carries.....a smile on her face
And at the end of a long day....
Her pen and paper make love passionately
As she pours her heart into the flow
Like its part of her soul
And she's best friends......with the unknown
Music he knows
Lyrics she grows
What was running through his mind.....
As he tuned that bass and chime
As he layed the track down for her rhymes...
And made her melody his story....
This was running through her mind....
As she heard how he tweaked those drum lines
So she wrote her rhyme to its vibe
And made his melody her story
And who would have known?
That they'd be best friends with the same soul
Music they know.....lyrics they grow
***dedicated to my forever treasured memories of late nights in the mic booth...my escape...Heaven has a song waiting for us to write!
Published 13th Nov 2016
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13th Nov 2016 9:05pm
A beautiful dedication. Memories are very precious when they're all we have left.
Willow
Willow
Anonymous
14th Nov 2016 3:43pm
just me myself and my melody..
those are the first words that come to
mind here..
everyone should have a place or space
where they can transport themselves
and transform..
you know i get this vibe LA..
those are the first words that come to
mind here..
everyone should have a place or space
where they can transport themselves
and transform..
you know i get this vibe LA..
14th Nov 2016 6:00pm
Oh I know you get it on every level possible naaj 🙂. Thanks for ova standing as always.
17th Nov 2016 7:40am
This is such a wonderfully written piece. Feels like a song, is very rhythmic and soothing.
17th Nov 2016 2:49pm
You my lady, are brilliant and have a keen sense of things! This indeed is, or was, a song....and it was written to a beat made especially for "her". 😊
18th Nov 2016 00:51am
