22 minutes ??? Yes, I know :-) So for the brave only, here's an attempt to distill a life-story which took quite a few weeks to put into words and music, and almost as long before I finally decided to publish it here today.
Lyrics :
You caught my eye
As sirens should
Your gaze I understand
Was locked in a sea of emerald green
And in mine an angel stood
(Shipping forecast)
...
German Bight
South West 6 to Gale 8
Becoming cyclonic storm 10
To hurricane force 12 for a time
Rough or very rough
Becoming high, occasionally very high
...
I've a shoulder you can lean on
And another you can claw
Depending on your changing moods
The time of day, the floor
And in between there's a blade too many
That I can't withdraw
The knife's there to remind me
Of the promise of Murphy's Law
A once upon a time-bomb
The wicked wolf at my door
The twistiest tale of a ton of bricks
On a house of straw
My thoughts are with you always
Like a thread of light
The soothing sound of whistling
In the dead of night
Where do we go from here ?
Tell me what shall we do
Finding an anagram always lies in the clue
Answer me loud and clear
Tell me when, tell me who
Solving the anagram always leads me to you
(Adapted from "Sous le ciel de Paris", by Jean Dréjac / Hubert Giraud)
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Sous le ciel de Paris s'envole une chanson
Elle est née d'aujourd'hui dans le coeur d'un garçon
Sous le ciel de Paris marchent les amoureux
Leur bonheur se construit sur un air fait pour eux
Près de Notre-Dame
Parfois couve un drame
Oui mais à Paname
Tout peut s'arranger
Sous le ciel de Paris coule un fleuve joyeux
Il endort dans la nuit les clochards et les gueux
Sous le ciel de Paris les oiseaux du Bon Dieu
Viennent du monde entier pour bavarder un peu
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Trouble always comes in threes
Shadows cast by lethal trees
Dirty hands and tainted seas
Decisions on a major scale
Songs ... So many songs
In a minor key
You pulled me in
I knew you would
Laid bare the naked truth
That rocked an ephemeral dream
Your boat of troubled youth
Where do we go from here ?
Where do we go from here ?
You'll be the O of Odyssey
My journey home
The wiles of an open sea
Where sirens roam
I'll be the I of Iron in
Your Eiffel Tower
Watching over the blackest forest
For my only flower
I'll be the I of Ivory
To fill your dusk
With the spirals of reverie
Like a narwhal tusk
You'll be an ode to life, eau de vie
My open bar
I'll be the I of Irony
The voice you trust
However vile the path has been
Through love and lust
You'll be my opus symphony
On the ocean bed
The finger to my parting lips
When all is said
You'll be my opal stone, Eau de Cologne
My Polar Star
