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I am an eclectic cognitariat, a missionary on furlough trying to redeem himself.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A song for Isabelle

Summer wind creates a mist in the scene,
Summer dust is just another trace of the past.
I hear your name again,
I feel like it’s going to rain.
You said: ‘Hi.’
I said: ‘I just want to look at the sky.’
‘Coz you know what happens next when I look into your face,
You remind me that I’m such a big disgrace.
Your eyes makes me smile,
Your smile drives me wild,
And when I’m talking to you
It’s just like I’m talking to an angel,
An angel, an angel.

But that was long time ago,
That was when I said: ‘I’m in love with you.’
I tried to win your heart,
You didn’t give me a clue.
I tried to give my heart,
But you broke it in two.
Oh Isabelle, won’t you listen to me now?
Those words are over,
I guess we’ll have to talk somehow.
You don’t have to worry
I will not woo you anymore,
My heart is tired of you,
‘Cos I don’t love you anymore.

Em-D-Em-D
G-D-Em-C

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Second song for Rose

How often do you get the feeling that someone is loving you?
When you think everything is fine and you let the story flows.
But deep inside your heart you can feel someone is willing to lose
His everything; even if he's in so much doubt.

Might you even remember those very night that passes by,
Can you tell from his voice he's having a hard time saying goodbye.
When he walks home all alone beneath the moon, the stars would fall from the sky.
And every time you try to look into his eyes you can see his everything.

Oh, girl. This is just another lullaby and I hate to say good bye.
I just want to hold you, be there for you and be always by your side.

F-Am-Dm-Bb

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