Inner Light hits Sound

14 12 / 2012

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working on a track for fun. this is my original stuff.

Beat: All Kream no Krop by Sabzi

Lyrics:

It’s pouring outside as I sit inside listening to the melodic vibes

of decibels pure as a baby’s first cry, coming to life, ideally with the perfect wife

I patiently envision a bright future, finally meeting her, and I know that I cannot refuse her

she locks me in with her eyes, as I am hypnotized, no lie, I cannot deny

How I’m addicted to this natural high, getting through life with her just by my side

just knowing its her hand in mine, everything is fine, as our fingers slowly start to intertwine

my hand grazing her face, there is no mistake our timing was a result of fate,

as we debate into the late, thinking of our first date… oh wait

—-

then it all started feeling like a dream, this girl holding my hand is my queen

how blessed to have her falling asleep next to me, suffocation of loneliness gone, and I can finally breathe

wake up… real life brings me alive to realize my dreams are all lies

next to me is no entity, alone times infinity will never ever equal to you plus me

and it’s still raining and I keep complaining “there’s nothing to do, give up before making a move”

I worry about losing to someone else, where in reality I”m just losing to myself.

If only I could muster the courage to filibuster my infatuation into conversation

than you could rid my emptiness in the pursuit of happiness then I’ll be teaching myself that love really does exist.

When you rain it pours, something that I cannot ignore

I’m drenched in your essence, guided by your luminance and like a fly it draws me in to finally confess this

feeling i hold, story untold, i’m beginning to fold, not feeling too bold

staring at the phone, forever alone, waiting for the tone, all plans postponed

I finally call… ring ring.. nobodies home, … ring ring… nobodies home

—-

so I guess I just think of her when it rains

I was drizzle and she was hurricane

I’m looking for Alaska, not the state

this is what happens when I leave it all up to fate

So I guess I just think of her when it rains

I was drizzle and she was hurricane

I’m looking for Alaska don’t know her name

I’m getting tired of this zero sum game.

— Jho

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29 8 / 2012

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19 8 / 2012

“In my opinion, there are two ways of capturing the world for a photographer; on the one hand grasping its horror, and on the other sublimating it. I have chosen the second. More specifically, I like the way rain, snow and “bad weather” awaken a feeling of romantic fiction within me.” Christophe lives and works in Paris.

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24 6 / 2012