Name: 4. Love’s not counted by the time I keep.mp3 by Maiy B.Loom
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cover of vanessa paradiso la siene featuring the painted doll


La siene

ארז לב-ארי - כי אנו עמך

Heart Affair

Head Out of Town
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

Outside it is so gray
One more gray day like today
I see our lives going away
You know, we could go too
There is no reason that we stay

We could pack just a few things
Make some calls and get a cab
Head downtown and hop a train
Take some slickers for the rain

We'd watch towns going by
Look at mountains and the sky
In just an hour or two
Out of town just me and you
In just an hour or two
Out of town just me and you


[instrumental][instrumental][instrumental]

We could ride until the end
Stay wherever for a while
Take a walk and dine in style

Hop a plane and fly away
Always places one can stay
Take a chance and go to France
Stop in London just to dance
Avoid the rain and fly to Spain
Back in Paris on a train

Go to places where there's snow
Travel lands that we don't know
But one day, not far away
We'll curse the day we chose to go
Long enough being alone
Turn around and go back home

[instrumental][instrumental][instrumental]

We could ride until the end
Stay wherever for a while
Take a walk and dine in style

Hop a plane and fly away
Always places one can stay
Take a chance and go to France
Stop in London just to dance
Avoid the rain and fly to Spain
Back in Paris on a train

Go to places where there's snow
Travel lands that we don't know
But one day, not far away
We'll curse the day we chose to go
Long enough being alone
Turn around and go back home

go back home
go back home

[instrumental][instrumental][instrumental]

[outro]

Head Out of Town

כה אמר הבודהה - האני האמיתי - פרק ראשון

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4. Love’s not counted by the time I keep.mp3

-Eternity

I met you behind a ten-cent jukebox,
You wore last winter’s loneliness like a scarf around your head.
Your laugh was a lopsided bell,
We traded crooked smiles and fragile light dreams.
I had a pocket full of promises,
You had a folded map of heartache and a rosary of dust.
We sat on the curb and counted stars with hands that felt like stone,
Swore the night would mend us, or we’d mend it on our own.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a half-finished kiss, transient bliss.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

You braided the moon into your hair, I hammered songs on an empty tin,
Played a chorus with a rusted spoon and the silence crawled right in.
There’s a alley-cat sermon, and a preacher made of cards,

We learned to pray to odd machines and love the things that scar.
We stitched each other’s sleeves with laughter, sewed a button on the past,
Hung our faded photographs where the draughts would never last.
When the world put a black hat on morning and the clocks forgot to chime,
You pressed your hand to my chest and set the heartbeat back in time.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a whispered joke, vanished in smoke.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

Listen - lovers are like streetlamps: some flicker, some burn long.
You can patch a lamp with tape and a prayer, or you can let it hum its wrong.
But when the rain comes down and the benches start to pray,
You’ll find that light you thought was gone under the lid of yesterday.

There’s a man down on Mulberry who knits hope from cigarette smoke,
And a child who uses matchsticks to make gods that won’t revoke.
We’re all just walking, holding hands with ghosts that used to be,
Trading broken lullabies and calling them fidelity.

If someday the winds get greedy and the city steals our names,
If winter chews the porch-light and only memory remains,
I’ll dig you from the pockets of the world, where lost things go to hide,
Press your face to mine like thunder, let the thunder be our guide.
We’ll dance on the roofs of laundry, spin with the wash-line flags,
Toast dawn with a chipped-up teacup, laugh at the ragged tags.
‘Cause love don’t need a label, don’t need a proper shrine,
It’ll sing through a cracked radio or hide inside a dime.

Love’s a tin cup, toss it up, pass it round and don’t you drop it,
Fill it with the little things — a half-finished kiss, transient bliss.
We drink the bitter, swallow slow, spit the sugar on the floor,
Tin-cup valentine, I’ll keep coming back for more.

Keep your coins, keep your tidy plans, I only want your hand.
When the nights get mean and the lights go low, I’ll be your fellow woman.
We’ll hold the cup between us, humming low and out of time,
Two thieves in a backstreet church — tin-cup valentine.

Track from the album "Tin-Cup Valentine²

Tin-Cup Valentine

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The smooth jazz rendition of “Your First Look” transforms the story of an unexpected city-side encounter into a warm, velvety soundscape. Soft grooves, mellow keys, and expressive saxophone lines glide beneath the vocals, giving the track a relaxed yet deeply romantic atmosphere.

The lyrics paint the excitement of a first glance in a busy night—subways, city lights, Harlem jazz—now reimagined with gentle swing and sophisticated harmonies. Each verse unfolds like a late-evening stroll, while the chorus opens into a slow-burn glow that lingers long after the last note.

Elegant, intimate, and richly atmospheric, the Smooth Jazz Version of “Your First Look” is perfect for quiet evenings, candlelit lounges, or anyone who wants to experience the song’s emotion through a softer, more refined musical lens.

Here are the lyrics:

[Verse]
Your first look caught me unaware
Glowing nights a touch of passion there
Subway roared
But I stood still
The moment bent to your sweet will
I didn't know your name back then
But I'd chase that moment again and again and again

[Chorus]
Your first look
Oh
It shook my soul
Lit me up
Made me whole
Your first look
It rewrote my skies
I saw forever in your eyes

[Verse 2]
We strolled through streets that never sleep
The avenues ran wide and deep
Jazz spilled out from Harlem's bars
We talked of dreams beneath the stars
Your hand in mine
The night was ours
Lost in time
Lost in hours

[Chorus]
Your first look
Oh
It shook my soul
Lit me up
Made me whole
Your first look
It rewrote my skies
I saw forever in your eyes

[Bridge]
Brooklyn Bridge
It held our vow
A love eternal
Here and now
Taxi horns
A muted choir
But in your arms
I felt the fire

[Chorus]
Your first look
Oh
It shook my soul
Lit me up
Made me whole
Your first look
It rewrote my skies
I saw forever in your eyes


Your First Look

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The name Maiy B.Loom is a coined term composed of the elements ‘my/me,’ ‘AI’ (artificial intelligence), ‘B.’ for Berlin (as the place of creative work), and ‘loom’ (as a metaphor for a tool of creation). The combination of ‘B.’ and ‘Loom’ = ‘bloom’ symbolizes the emergence of something new.

All images were AI-generated. All texts and the ideas for the musical pieces were written and developed by the artist, and were only partially corrected or translated with the help of artificial intelligence. AI was used to create all the musical pieces. Some songs are more than 30 years old, but most of them are new. The songs are mainly social and political in nature. However, many lyrics also deal with personal fates and situations. All rights to the lyrics and the music belong exclusively to Maiy B. Loom. 

! The music tracks are expressly not used commercially. The Maiy B. Loom project is an exclusively non-commercial initiative that operates without any profit-making purpose. !

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