Song Description:

This introspective piece delves into the eternal battle between the heart and the mind—one chasing love with reckless abandon, the other dissecting it with cold logic. With raw lyricism, the song explores themes of heartbreak, regret, and self-preservation, painting a picture of love as both intoxicating and destructive. The artist reflects on past wounds, lessons learned, and the struggle to reconcile emotions with reason. A melancholic yet defiant tone runs through the lyrics, acknowledging mistakes while refusing to be defined by them. This is a song for those who’ve loved, lost, and learned that sometimes, moving forward means letting go.

Its Not What It Looks Like

Run Out of Love

Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

[Verse 1]
Indian girl, with your skin so bright,
You laugh at me, but it feels so right.
Not sure if it's love or I’m just a show,
Either way, I don’t wanna go!

[Pre-Chorus]
Spices in the air, colors all around,
You bring me up when I’m feeling down.
Two worlds apart, but here we stand,
Dancing to a love they don’t understand.

[Chorus]
Let’s go, let’s move, Indian girl,
No time to waste, let’s give it a whirl!
I wanna dance, I wanna talk,
Let’s slip away, take a moonlit walk.

[Verse 2]
Your mother stares, your father sighs,
They see my face, I see my demise.
But you take my hand, pull me close,
Whisper softly, "They’ll learn the most."

[Pre-Chorus]
Bollywood dreams, fado in my soul,
Somehow together, we make it whole.
Traditions clash, but love’s so strong,
How can something this right feel so wrong?

[Verse 2]
तुम्हारी माँ घूरती है, तुम्हारे पापा आह भरते हैं,
वो मेरा चेहरा देखते हैं, मैं अपनी तबाही देखता हूँ।
लेकिन तुम मेरा हाथ थामती हो, मुझे करीब खींचती हो,
धीरे से फुसफुसाती हो, "वे सबसे ज्यादा सीखेंगे।"

[Pre-Chorus]
बॉलीवुड के सपने, फाडो मेरे दिल में,
किसी तरह साथ मिलकर हम पूरे हो जाते हैं।
परंपराएँ टकराती हैं, लेकिन प्यार इतना गहरा है,
अगर यह इतना सही है, तो फिर गलत क्यों लगता है?

[Chorus]
चलो चलें, आओ बढ़ें, मेरी भारतीय लड़की,
समय बर्बाद नहीं करना, चलो मस्ती करें!
मैं नाचना चाहता हूँ, मैं बातें करना चाहता हूँ,
चुपके से निकल चलें, चाँदनी में टहलें!

[Bridge]
Samosas and pastéis on the same old plate,
Different flavors, but they both taste great.
You pray your way, I’ll pray mine,
Maybe love is the perfect shrine.

[Final Chorus]
Let’s go, let’s move, Indian girl,
The world can wait, let’s give it a twirl!
I’ll learn your ways, you’ll learn mine,
Love like this will stand the time.

[Outro]
So take my hand, let’s take the leap,
No fear, no doubt, just love to keep.
If love’s a battle, let’s take the fight,
Because you, my girl, feel so right!

Menina, com sua pele tão radiante,
Você ri de mim, mas parece tão emocionante.
Não sei se é amor ou só diversão,
De qualquer forma, não quero ir, não!

Sua mãe encara, seu pai suspira,
Eles veem meu rosto, eu vejo minha ruína.
Mas você segura minha mão, me puxa para perto,
Sussurra baixinho, "Eles vão aprender mais que ninguém."

Sonhos de Bollywood, fado no meu coração,
De alguma forma juntos, nos tornamos inteiros.
As tradições colidem, mas o amor é tão profundo,
Se isso parece tão certo, por que parece errado?

[Refrão]
Vamos lá, vamos embora, minha menina indiana,
Sem tempo a perder, vamos nos divertir!
Quero dançar, quero conversar,
Vamos fugir e caminhar sob a luz do luar!

Indian Girl (English/Hindi/Portuguese) (Extended)

The Way She Moves

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[Verse 1]
Lights low, crowd loud
I’m chillin’ just blendin’ in the background
Then you walked through, whole place slowed down
Everything froze when you came ‘round

Tried to play it cool, tried to look away
But every part of me said stay
Something in the way you move
Girl, you don’t even have to say

[Pre-Chorus]
Every step, every dance  girl, you own it
Like the room knew you before the moment
Got me thinkin' this is more than chance
This is fate in a dress, in a dance

[Chorus]
Ooh girl, this feel like scene one (yeah)
First frame of the love I been missin’
One shot and you got my attention
One look got me lost, no direction
Feels like you just pressed play
And my world just changed
Oh, you the start of somethin’
Girl, you the start of somethin’

[Verse 2]
Heartbeat skippin' like a record scratch
Can’t fake what I feel when I see you pass
I ain’t in your world, not yet
But I’m tryna write the script to connect

You ain’t even speak, and you said enough
Every curve, every move just shut me up
Now I’m standin' here like “Please say somethin’”
But you already told me everything, no frontin’

[Pre-Chorus]
You got class, you got calm, you got chaos
All wrapped up like a perfect day does
Never thought I’d feel this way
But here you are, no delay

[Chorus]
Ooh girl, this feel like scene one
First frame of the love I been missin’
One shot and you got my attention
One look got me lost, no direction
Feels like you just pressed play
And my world just changed
Oh, you the start of somethin’
Girl, you the start of somethin’

[Bridge]
And I know this don’t happen every night
But you hit different, baby, no lie
You the part I never read in the lines
But now you here, and I see why


Scene one, take one
Girl, you shine like the sun
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
You the spark, you the run
Of a story just begun

[Chorus – Outro]
Ooh girl, this feel like scene one
First frame of the love I been missin’
One shot and you got my attention
One look got me lost, no direction
Feels like you just pressed play
And my world just changed
Oh, you the start of somethin’
Girl, you the start of somethin’

Scene One

مطاردة بذاكرتها

De tudo que passei, toda a dificuldade

Endlessly Loud

I went out to score some tickets
but my getting them was wicked
after camping out all night
in a pup tent that was frigid
it left my body frozen rigid
standing in a line that had no end
with another storm
coming ‘round the bend.

But just when I had truly thought
that I had reached my limit
the store selling the precious seats
would finally let me in it
it opened its doors right at eight
where in just 3 more hours
I was finally finished with my wait
baptized in wet, snow showers...

So when I got back home I plunked
myself right in a hot tub
to thaw out my numb digits
every one a frozen nub
Then I slept for 24 hours
and I woke up quite revived.

Just another ticket holder who’d
hung tough and then survived
and If you’ve ever been in my shoes
you’ll know I’m not talking Jive
for two tickets to the greatest show
ever scheduled to play
at a massive coliseum that
was sold out in one day.

and not regretting the $800
dollars I had payed
It was said to be their final show
and their mega hits defined me
And sadly in just ten more years
they’d all be pushing ninety....

All the classic were Jurassic
soon enough they would pass on
leaving nothing new to savor
instrumentals would be gone

So I smoked a couple doobies
Just let their good vibes sooth me
and went hunting for my blue jeans
to see my tickets just once more
but they were not laying where
I’d left them fall the night before
And I could not find them anywhere
even on the bathroom floor!

I was going Bat shit crazy
my doped brain it couldn’t save me
my buzz kill it came on quickly
I was sure that fate had tricked me
as my panic cranked to overdrive.

my heart jack hammered, my brain fried
I searched everywhere but was denied
I never knew that jeans could hide
giving new meaning to the word: “Leave-I
then I heard the dryer running
and my frantic feet went stumbling
tripping over my huge quandary
down the basement to the laundry.

opening that dryer door with care
Praying it was my girl’s underwear
I almost broke my elbow
snatching them out
from the spinning drum
But my search of every pocket
Had my eyes popping
out of their sockets
cause those tickets
tucked down way inside
were gone…I sat right down and sighed...

I had most of my day immersed
In a maddened rush and a frantic search
till a sudden thought in my brain it burst
so I leapt up with a sudden lurch
to call my girl who’d gone to work
and she’d never heard me rant and curse
over tickets lost and plans reversed
but she calmed me with the sweetest words
she said “When I washed your sweaty jeans
I made sure the pockets they held nothing
I took out both of those tickets
and then I put them in my purse.

and though I felt like
a mental midget
Hey Man I’ve still got my tickets!
Hey Man I’ve still got my tickets!
and as I thanked her
and turned off my cell
I knew my gal was beautiful
and very smart as well
cause she had saved me
from the depth of my worst ticket Hel

I went out to score some tickets.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Tumhe Dillagi | Audio Song | Raid 2 | Jubin Nautiyal & Rochak Kohli | Faraz Creation 

It seems like only yesterday
She was trying to change the world
She always found a way to ease the pain
Making use of a power that had never been unfurled
She tried to bring the sunshine to the rain

But nothing in her life was ever private 
So her life became a prison and we know

She had a newspaper diary for all the world to see
She had a newspaper diary seen by you and me
Nothing in her life was ever her own
Why didn’t we leave her alone

She cared about the problems 
That still plague the world today
She always had a reason to be there
We cared about the way she looked 
And all her fashions along the way 
It wasn’t 'til the end we were aware

That nothing in her life was ever private 
And so her life was just a prison and we know

She had a newspaper diary for all the world to see
She had a newspaper diary seen by you and me
Nothing in her life was ever her own
Why didn’t we leave her alone

So now that she is gone
We know it’s right out of hand
It’s something that we all now understand

She had a newspaper diary for all the world to see
She had a newspaper diary seen by you and me
Nothing in her life was ever her own
Why didn’t we leave her alone

That nothing in her life was ever private 
And so her life was just a prison and we know

She had a newspaper diary for all the world to see
She had a newspaper diary seen by you and me
Nothing in her life was ever her own
Why didn’t we leave her alone

That nothing in her life was ever private 
And so her life was just a prison and we know

She had a newspaper diary for all the world to see
She had a newspaper diary seen by you and me
Nothing in her life was ever her own
Why didn’t we leave her alone

Shamrock - Newspaper Diary

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

I went out to score some tickets.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Art~Whimsically Yours

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