Recently, I have written a couple of song texts. A friend of mine composed the music, and we recorded at his kitchen table :-).

Here is a sample:

You live and you love

and you turn many corners

You run down the streets

on which you were once born as

a rebel, a fairy, a dream of the night

The music in you

is so loud and so certain

it dances you on

and you scream you’re not hurting

and while you’re still turning you’re spun out of sight

The choices you made

are the choices that claim you

You cannot remember

if you’ve ever been true

and if it was you who had married the light

And the price that you pay

is the price that you’re searching

You’ve lost all that might have

once looked like a sure thing

When all of your lights were still blazing so bright

when all of your lights were still blazing so bright

And the music in you

was so loud

and then died down

A rebel, a fairy

the dream of an old clown

who stumbles and bows to her plight

The calling in you

has stopped whispering softly

you fall, you surrender

and then you are free

for your perfect nirvana in all of its might

Dream of the night

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