1. |
Red
04:48
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-Red-
We’re covered in red of the desperate me
and the elusive you. Tell me, who's worse?
The pain we revisit every night has set
the stage for a grand death well rehearsed
This love is doomed forever
Drenched in the blood we shed
It’s all red
Are you deeply feeling dead?
Because I do
I do
I see myself suffering from missing you
before you lock me gently in the tomb
You’ll be hanging every drop you bleed
inside you till you finally return to the womb
I’m not the man I thought I was
You're not the woman I killed to wed
It’s all red
Adorning our deathbed
Because we’re through
We’re through
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2. |
Atom
02:46
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-Atom-
I don't know what you are to me
I can only learn love
from your school of poetry
But I feel your atom in me
Like a drop of fresh water
that made my heart grow warmer
and the waves in my head calmer
from the same old sea
I don't know what you are to me
But I know an atom of love
in every victory
And within the silence between you and me
A million stories were told
from books of silver and gold
to make history unfold
wordlessly
What are you to me?
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3. |
Boudoir
03:27
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-Boudoir-
Spare your love
Spare your love
I was sad to see you leave
like a carnal enemy
You warred over peace
when you were with me
Had I outshone the stars,
would I climb your bed alone?
But I sold my heart
for the price of a song
What a taste of mystery,
adored in your Persian arms
A mystical memory
that did me harm
There’s a pain you overlooked
I will never feel your love
I’m hooked, cooked and booked
But I don't want to be in love
Eleven wounds that separate
a poet from a randy man
For your boudoir fabricates
the dreams we ought to ban
So, spare your love
Spare your love, love
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4. |
11
05:30
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-11-
The man you hoped I would be
is here with me
He built walls from books of theology
The ones you left for him to read
The man you hoped I would be
Dressed up like saints
The godless domain he drew
kept us poles apart
Him and my infidel heart
The man you hoped I would be
is here with me
He grew trees all over his property
with pretty dogs roaming free
The man you hoped I would be
Baked his own bread
and sang your every morning tributes
for your forgetful fading roots
Does he love things unsaid
and claim he knows better?
Does he slow dance to your burning room
into the arms of another?
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5. |
Venus
04:28
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-Venus-
Tycoons have showed me
that the world is bound to shame
Naturalization and sequestration
are their only triumphs to claim
In a country where government fools
and imams tyrannically rule
You sang Mitchell to the moon
Well, I would have dissented
but the music in me died
On a skyscraper I was burdened
by my need to hide
Just when blood fills the streets,
the prisons and the creeks
You swayed to Dylan’s tunes
I have a nephew who taught me
to embrace all my wrongs
My niece, she reminds me of you,
dreams of Venus in all her songs
While my maps are sacrosanct
around teachers I’ve never thanked
You dared Mars to bloom
Glaciers come and go
My terrain is yours to draw
Make it green and blue
And the joy I fantasize
from the love I theorize
is awaiting your hue
Because it’s you
It had to be you…
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6. |
Mars
03:16
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-Mars-
“Only then was she free to grow,
only then was he free to know.”
Hey, fool of mine. Can you see my face?
I set your bridge on fire
because of your bloody last name
And I would trade your head
for another bad love to fuel my flame
But I'm far from the final aim
Far from losing this game
Far from having you framed
Far from the ocean of madness
that crowned our fame
“I buried you alive,
you buried me alive.”
Your face has the flair for a perfect plot
A streak of affirmations from dire fuss
Your will is the same, to shine or to maim
There, you mute the world
around me and say:
“You’re a wet dream in my bed
and your blood keeps my roses red.”
So you govern the light for your chessman
Am I your chosen chessman, my love?
My soul is locked, my brain is fucked
and I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, love
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7. |
8
02:35
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-8-
She whirls around the sun
I just cannot keep up with her pace
These poor eyes of mine
never saw anything like her grace
She speaks of utopia
and trades a kiss for a gun
Nothing is more powerful
than the beauty of a woman
She used my burning heart
to warm up her bones, with no regret
And I'm left here on the verge
I cannot bet and I cannot forget
So she gifted me a love song
with a worn out ribbon
Nothing is more powerful
than the beauty of a woman
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8. |
Mausoleum
02:36
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-Mausoleum-
Your dulcet violin was clear,
imprisoned my heart and ear
for twelve Julys last year when god was here
Many picture hooks on the wall,
many paint stains on the floor
and the love a father should nurture
is thrown out the door
Your apparition lives with me
through delight and odium
in one big shining mausoleum
It’s a bright sadness, you see
Love is hard to hold endlessly
Love is old, bold and untold for you and me
Found new skin immune from your grace,
bought new eyes that don't know your face
and the mother who’s killed within you
came to marble this place
So I dance with my unborn daughter
to the music of your requiem
in one big shining mausoleum
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9. |
Ember
04:26
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-Ember-
You said:
“Eight flaws will follow
my halfhearted sorrow
and deepen in me.
What you see
is a dervish agitated
with love unrequited
like a burning sea.”
And I pled:
“If pillow talks are ephemeral,
the friend in me is eternal,
so don’t leave me.
My love, please.
Pain with you is savored,
your mouth is coffee flavored
- my dependency.”
You wailed:
“I'll be your wisdom’s seeder,
I'll be your art’s feeder, I have to flee.”
And I wept:
“I want you to remember,
I'll fan this lonely ember till it dies in me.”
How white should this darkness be?
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10. |
White
06:26
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-White-
Battle of the sexes won’t end
It’s a heavenly trend
Your fire is due for exchange
I know the deepest fibers of your soul
She tore and sold
But your heart will grow and change
Forget the familiar and meet the strange
You offered her a wedding dress
before a moonlight tryst
Well, history is free to rearrange
And if a foreign honey burns a hell
outside your shell
Extend your heartbeat's range
Forget the familiar and meet the strange
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Ala Ghawas Muharraq, Bahrain
Ala Ghawas is an independent singer-songwriter, musician and record producer from Bahrain.
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