[Verse 1] 
Summer nights were
warm with whispered secrets shared
under streetlights
we built small fires of laughter
finding joy in simple things

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaves are falling
the air has grown cold lately
our story feels
like something I never knew
each sunset carries your name

[Chorus]
Summer love ruled
my heart then
seasons must change
worlds drift apart naturally
cold breeze carries your soft song

[Verse 2]
July heat made
every word feel like hope blooming
autumn shows me
everything belongs to me
your touch was just a promise

[Bridge]
I sit by the
window with my journal
hearing leaves fall
tracing lines I wrote before
holding you though you have gone

[Chorus]
Summer love ruled
my heart then
seasons must change
worlds drift apart naturally
cold breeze carries your soft song

[Outro]
In autumn air
the story finds its ending
echoes of you
have no other place to rest
they live quietly with me

Autumn Journal by Lori Yamamoto

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The La La La Song by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
Moon rises above on the broken dream
I used to have, rain falls quietly
On empty street where no one walks now
I watch the leaves fall like memory

[Verse 2]
Stars fade away on a distant shore
Lonely and quiet, simple fading things
Remind me of what used to be here
Everything changes but feeling stays

[Chorus]
In every day of of my life now
I let go of the lessons I learned
I seek the light when world grows cold
My heart plays on soft simple song

[Post-Chorus]
And still I keep on running back
To you, I keep running back again
Cannot help myself, my feet take me
To you again like they always do

[Verse 3]
River flows tired on the horizon
Lost and far away, shadows dance for me
On long and silent night all alone
Dawn breaks on quiet patient sun

[Verse 4]
Winds blow through the air on melody
That's almost gone but I still hear it
In every tune I've ever known
Your melody plays through my mind

[Chorus]
In every day of my life now
I let go of the lessons I learned
I seek the light when world grows cold
In every note memory stays strong

[Bridge]
Through my broken dreams I hear you
Your melody is playing through my heart
A Simple sound, a feeling so true
A love that's old but feels so new

[Bridge]
In every chord I seem to find
A story that I've been told before
Of love and loss, quiet simple flow
Forever playing on in my chest

[Outro]
My heart plays on and on so long
but still I feel you right here with me
Running back to you, yes, I'll keep
Running back, I cannot stop my feet

Running Back by Lori Yamamoto

[Intro]
Hey, everyone, this is Lori... no, this is Kyoto Majo.
Straight from Kyoto, you know.
I love making music with my piano, and my old computer.
I just enjoy the simple things, I guess.

[Verse 1]
Creative soul here 
Always strumming quiet tune 
Jamming with ghost friends 
Under cloudy pale moon tonight 
We play in bar I can't pronounce name 

[Verse 2]
They call me gaijin 
Silly foreigner who tries hard 
Tell me look at stone 
But I just keep on looking at you 
I love good ramen at small café 

[Verse 3]
Swinging on train ride 
Lost in this city's hazy maze 
Vivid neon glows 
As I'm just passing by the shops 
I'm just passenger, rice cake sweet 

[Verse 4]
My apartment feels 
Overcrowded, memory ache 
So many people 
In one small space, for goodness' sake 
Coffee shop, my first show, feels far now 

[Verse 5]
Just a small bird in 
Concrete garden, watching day end 
I'm about it, Lord 
Forgive me, I suppose it's true 
My apartment was overcrowded then 

[Verse 6]
You fake cats heard first 
And it doesn't matter at all 
The lies, the love words 
Empty words, a rhythmic chatter sound 
Ara ara, in the building phrase 

[Verse 7]
Simple little words 
Mantra for all thoughts I bring here 
A phrase that I sing 
To help me through the busy day noise 
Small comfort in the crowded world 

[Outro]
I like to think there's a 
little girl doing this, too, 
Singing about the small bird garden, 
just like me and just like you.
It was gonna be fun, 
that gig we had to lose,
But a good story, you see, 
is something you always choose.
Yes, a good story, 
you always choose.
And a good memory, 
you keep that for a while.

Kyoto Majo By Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
The winds of change whisper low
A theme my life was meant to know
To wander far, to roam and learn
At every unexpected turn

[Verse 2]
My overture in Kyoto
A temple bell, a misty view
Then Tokyo's neon so bright
And LA's incandescent light

[Verse 3]
From Ann Arbor's snow, new design
To Detroit's steady pulsing line
A bit of me in each I leave
Yet paradoxically not grieve

[Verse 4]
For in the flux I came to find
The constant self I left behind
My journey's art was leading me
To your waiting heart quietly

[Verse 5]
Our shared adventures fierce and deep
A vigil sweet my soul will keep
We chart our course, the world our own
Two spirits separately grown

[Verse 6]
And blending now a single tone
Together we are not alone
The winds have brought me here to you
A journey ending, starting new


Winds of Change by Lori Yamamoto

Attack of the Tiki Men by The Deadbeat Club

[Verse 1]
Butterflies dancing 
On warm breeze below where I sit 
He calls me down now 
But branch holds me safe in the spring 
How few are left, I watch them float by 

[Verse 2]
I sit on plum branch 
White petals falling around me 
He asks me to dance 
Beneath the wide sky where they wheel 
Three pairs remain in soft light today 

[Verse 3]
His voice reaches up 
Gentle pleading through the blossoms 
Come down, he says, come 
Do not be shy, seize this moment 
But branch feels familiar under me 

[Verse 4]
I watch him waiting 
Patient as butterflies circle 
My heart feels pulled down 
But my hands hold tight to rough bark 
What if I fall? What if I fly? 

[Verse 5]
The last pair lands now 
Their brief dance ending on flowers 
He lifts his hand up 
No more delays, he whispers soft 
Come dance with me in fading days light 

[Verse 6]
Branch holds me gently 
Like mother's arms when I was small 
But butterflies show 
That dancing is also a way 
To be held up by something new 

[Verse 7]
My fingers loosen 
White petals fall with my held breath 
One foot extends down 
Toward his waiting hand below me 
Maybe I can be butterfly too 

蝶の枝 (Chō no Eda) by Lori Yamamoto

[Intro]
Blue velvet... woah-woah...

[Verse 1]
I found a blue velvet (Woah-woah)
Bluer than the sky's last light (Woah-woah-woah)
A severed, human ear, so white
On the grass.

[Verse 2]
It led me to blue velvet (Woah-woah)
Behind a door, a captive scene (Woah-woah-woah)
A woman robed in blue, a queen
Of shattered glass.

[Bridge]
She sings, a torrid, haunted melody
He laughs, a gasping, cruel "Mommy!"
He is the night, Frank Booth is his name
And he loves... Blue Velvet.

[Verse 3]
Blue velvet (Woah-woah)
The color of this sickly town (Woah-woah-woah)
Where all the smiling clowns are bound
To their fears.
And I still see blue velvet through my tears.

[Verse 4]
She wore blue velvet (Woah-woah)
A twisted, beautiful, sad dream (Woah-woah-woah)
A robin's song, a dying scream
In my ears.
Yes, I still see blue velvet through my tears.

[Outro]
Blue velvet...
Oo-ooo-oooo-oooo...
He's still behind the wall...
Blue velvet...

Blue Velveeta by Tennessee Wayne

Everybody, everybody, everybody.
Everybody sing about blue.
Everybody, everybody, everybody.
Everybody sing about blue.

I sing about blue, too.
Songs are like tattoos.
Yes, I sing about blue, too.
Crown and anchor me, 
or let me sail the sea.

I'm in love with you.
Come on, come on,
Tell me you love me too.
Yes, I sing about blue.
Yes, I sing about blue.

Acid, booze, and grass,
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs.
Hell's so hip, take a trip,
Gotta let it go.
Yes, I sing about blue.

Blue, blue, blue, blue.
Yes, I sing about blue.
Needles, guns, and grass,
All got to pass.
Yes, I sing about blue.

Blue, blue, blue, blue.
Blue, blue, blue, blue.
All got to pass.
Yes, I sing about blue!
Blue! Blue! Blue! Blue! Blue!
I sing about blue, too

Blue by Tennessee Wayne

[Intro – spoken]
One, two, three, four —
She’s a backstreet lady, uh-huh!

[Verse 1]
Backstreet lady, walkin’ slow,
hips swing low where the cool cats go.
Found me once, found me twice,
want your money, want it nice.
Can’t pay now, not today,
baby, that’s the price we pay.

[Chorus]
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet lady, walk my way.
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet lady, not today.

[Verse 2]
Uptown lady, all perfume,
high-heeled queen of the hotel room.
Gold chain shine, champagne flow,
said she love me, but she don’t know.
Can’t pay now, not today,
honey, that’s the price we pay.

[Chorus]
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet  lady, walk my way.
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet lady, not today.

[Bridge – call & response]
If the right one’s gone (where she go?)
the wrong one’ll do (that’s the show).
If the right one’s gone (where she go?)
the wrong one’ll do (yeah, baby, you).

[Outro – vamp]
Give me sunshine, give me honey,
backstreet lady, take my money.
Backstreet! (Backstreet!) Uptown! (Uptown!)
Right now, baby, I’m broke down!

[Final chant]
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet lady, walk my way!
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Backstreet lady — not today!

Backstreet Lady by Tennessee Wayne

[Verse 1]
I’m sittin’ in a time zone, runnin’ outta time,
heart says long ago, baby, you were mine.
I’m in the wrong time zone, can’t find your heart,
every little second keepin’ us apart.

[Chorus – call & response]
(Oh yeah!) Wrong time zone!
(Oh yeah!) So far from home!
(Oh yeah!) Wrong time zone!
Can’t reach your love on the telephone.

{spoken]
Yes, we're asleep next to this labyrinth feed, 
just a girl that don't touch it 
Enemy is severed, our horny spirit breathes 
Please, let some tears in, help these small hearts grow big

[Verse 2]
Time keeps movin’, can’t slow down,
I’m a man outta rhythm in a one-clock town.
You push me away, I pull you near,
baby, our watches don’t agree this year.

[Chorus]
(Oh yeah!) Wrong time zone!
(Oh yeah!) So far from home!
(Oh yeah!) Wrong time zone!
Honey, don’t leave me all alone.

[Bridge – shout & handclaps]
Tick-tock, tick-tock — heart won’t stop!
Tick-tock, tick-tock — drop that clock!
If the right time’s gone, the wrong might do,
I’ll set my watch just to follow you.

[Vamp / Outro]
Time zone! Wrong zone!
Baby, bring it back home.
Time zone! Wrong zone!
I can’t make love by phone!

Time Zone by Tennessee Wayne

She arrives.
She slides.
She moves like midnight.
She grooves like light.
Backstreet sound.
Click—clack—step.
Shadow moves—mind your step.

[CHORUS]
Big! Black! Cat!
Big! Black! Cat!
Slinkin’, thinkin’—
Where the night is at!
Big! Black! Cat!

Whiskers flash, tail whip,
Moonlight on her back.
Every move—smooth—
Like she’s walkin’ on a track.

[CALL] Who’s that queen in the dark?
[RESPONSE] Big black cat!
[CALL] Who’s that spark in the park?
[RESPONSE] Big black cat!

Concrete crumble — dumpster jungle —
She owns the avenue.
Even little children cry —
“I saw her staring through!”

[BRIDGE]
Eyes like coins.
Shine like sin.
You look once—
She looks in.

[CHORUS]
Big! Black! Cat!
Big! Black! Cat!
Creepin’, leapin’, midnight beatin’—
Big! Black! Cat!

Blue trash can, brown paper bag,
Radio hums, tail tag wag.
She knows, she goes—
She never looks back.

[OUTRO]
Big… black…
Big… black…
Big black cat — meow!

Big Black Cat by Tennessee Wayne

Everybody, everybody, everybody,
Everybody swing too far.
Everybody, everybody, everybody,
Everybody swing to the bar.

I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
Hang on tight in the morning light.
C’mon, c’mon, let’s monkey go,
High, low, fast, slow

Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!
Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!

Little kids on the playground,
Big kids in the downtown.
We all fall down — we all climb up —
Drinking from a silver cup.

Monkey go, monkey go, monkey bars!
Home, work, home, bar!
Monkey go, monkey go, monkey bars!
Home, work, home, bar!

Everybody’s hanging on something,
Everybody’s losing their grip.
Everybody’s dreaming of swinging
All the way home from the trip.

Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!
Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!

We swing for love, we swing for fun,
We swing 'til the morning sun.
C’mon, c’mon, let’s monkey go,
Life’s one bar to another, you know!

Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!
Monkey bars, monkey bars, monkey bars!
Swing, clink, swing!


Monkey Bars by Tennessee Wayne

They call me every Friday,
say “Wayne, come raise some hell!”
They swear that little tavern’s
where the local angels fell.
But I just sip my coffee,
and grin like I can’t tell —
I’m goin’ somewhere softer,
where the Wi-Fi don’t do well.

[Chorus]
They play Desolation Row like it’s a holy prayer,
seventeen sad prophets with conditioner in their hair.
Each one’s got a heartbreak, and a loop pedal scar —
oh, they mean it, Lord, they mean it,
at the open mic bar.

Now Jonathan slings cappuccino
with a fair-trade moral ache,
his foam art says “resistance,”
but his tip jar’s full of snakes.
Peter counts the numbers
while he hums about the poor —
he’s got ethics on his spreadsheet
and a conscience in his drawer.

Then Christopher sings softly
’bout a girl that got away,
and Fredrick does the same thing,
just twice as long a way.
Then Theodore plugs in
like he’s stormin’ heaven’s gate,
three chords, two tears, and one more beer —
and I call it “fate adjacent.”

[Chorus]
They play Desolation Row like it’s a holy prayer,
seventeen sad prophets with conditioner in their hair.
Each one’s got a heartbreak, and a loop pedal scar —
yeah they mean it, Lord they mean it,
at the open mic bar.

Now I ain’t countin’ all seventeen —
they’ll name themselves in time.
I last about a half dozen deep
before I start to climb
right out that bathroom window,
into the humid dark sublime.
There’s quieter truths than feedback,
and they rhyme just fine.

[Outro]
So if you see me by the dumpster,
pickin’ chords from old cigar tar,
don’t say I’m missin’ somethin’,
I’m just singin’ where you are.
Yeah, I’m still hummin’ Desolation Row,
but honey, I don’t need the bar.

17 Mopey Guys by Tennessee Wayne

Blue Rolls Royce, daddy’s voice.
Sally cryin’ by choice.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Firelight, book burn bright.
Yes, I sing about Sally tonight.

Cry, cry, cry — tears in her hair.
Messiah on the wall just stare.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Backseat, backstreet, midnight plan.
Sneakin’ out to find her man.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Stage light, crowd tight, gospel roar.
Tommy preachin’, police at the door.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Sixteen stitches, blood and blue.
Dreams cut deep, but she cut through.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Long road, new show, California boy.
Guitar strings, restless joy.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Garden grow, chickens crow,
love in the dirt, and time moves slow.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Scar on her cheek, star in her hand,
singin’ her song across the land.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Messiah talk, whispers fly,
follow the light, follow the sky.
Yes, I sing about Sally.
Yes, I sing about Sally.

Everybody, everybody, everybody.
Everybody sing about Sally.
Blue Rolls, blue sky, blue sea, too.
Yes, I sing about Sally —
Sally! Sally! Sally! Sally! Sally!
I sing about Sally, too!

Sally by Tennessee Wayne

An earnest young composer named "Ernest Youngman" In a fit of hunger brought on by financial desparation has composed the soundtrack to a Z movie called "Plan 25 From Outer Space." May the soundtrack to "Plan 25 From Outer Space" forever be a testament to the inspirational power of a rumbling stomach!

plan 25 From Outer Space by Ernest Youngman

Atlantean Dreams

Plan 25 Scene 11 by The Deadbeat Club

Hearts on fire—won’t let go.
It’s that coal beneath the ashes when the cabin’s gone to rust.
They say the clock keeps tidy hours
for the foolish and the lonesome,
but mine stopped cold the moment
I believed in us.

I traced the fractures in your footing, darling—
those hairline truths beneath the paint.
And still I hung my Sunday ribbons
on the rafters of your tremble,
built my chapel in the tremor,
where devotion makes a pilgrim faint.

[Chorus]
Oh, the rain can fall, let it polish all the silver,
let the wise ones preach of gentle, steady ground.
But I’ll take the scorch, the sacrament of longing—
just to feel your wandering shadow
cross the meadow of my sound.

And I remember—late September—
how your voice blew through the treetops
like a hymn half-learned, half-lost.
I should’ve known the weather in you
shifted hourly, like the tides do,
but I wagered warmth against the frost.

Now in the quiet, past the quiet,
where the moon hangs like a lantern
over streets we never walked—
I keep a place, a trembling space,
for the echo of your footsteps,
for the truths we never talked.

[Chorus]
So let the river rise, let it carry off the letters,
all the ink that bled from yearning, page to page.
Still, I’ll hold the flame—your bright, imperfect ember—
in the cradle of my palms,
like a vow that time can’t gauge.


Hearts On Fire by The Deadbeat Club

未来…それは頼れるしっかりとした壁ではありません。むしろ、朝の野原にかかる霧のようです。その中を歩くことはできても、それはあなたと一緒に動いてしまう。

では、何を願うべきでしょう？地図ではないと思います。地図は間違っているでしょう。地形は…変わるのですから。

願うのは、**強い靴**かもしれません。長い道のりのために。そして、予期せぬ石のためにも。そして、**薄明かりの中でも見える目**を。小道の脇に生える小さなベリー、友人の疲れた顔、ささやかな手がかりに気づけるように。

**蜘蛛の勇気**も願いましょう。風に巣を破られても、もう一度、またもう一度、糸を紡ぐ勇気を。その時に…（小さく、ひねくれた笑い）…裂かれた糸の悲劇について、あまり大げさに嘆かないでいられるように。

そして、**記憶を運ぶ力を**。重いリュックサックのようにではなく、ポケットに入れた一粒の種のように。困難な土壌の中でも、以前にどんな良いものが育ったかを忘れずにいられるように。

でもまた…少し「忘れる」ことも？古い憤りを、靴の中の石のようにではなく、古い落ち葉のように軽くするために。これはとても難しい。これも願うべきかもしれない。

おそらく最も願うのは、**静かな相伴**です。私たちの声が…聞かれているという感覚。霧の中に恐れをささやく時でも。むしろ、特にその時に。

そう。強い靴。見る目。蜘蛛の勇気。種のような記憶。そして、耳を傾けてくれる存在。

これが私のリスト。歩き始めるには、これで十分だと思います。

Prayers For Courage by Lori Yamamoto

All Roads Lead To You

こんにちは、この場所で出会う皆さん…
言葉はゆっくり、ていねいに。
空気の中に隠れた冗談に気づいて、
静かな笑顔、そっとそちらへ。

文法が時につまずかせても、
メロディーは心から生まれる。
だから少し歌うような言い回しになっても…
これは私の言葉、私の出発点。

こんにちは、こんにちは、一人ひとりの魂へ！
声は小さいけれど、大きくしたい。
この第二言語で、私の居場所を見つけてる、
深い想いと、ゆっくりした冗談と一緒に。
こんにちは、こんにちは…わかる？

お気に入りの本のように、この場を読んで、
わずかに上がった眉、もう一度見る視線。
私の笑い声はせせらぎのそばの秘密、
聞き耳を立ててくれたから、届いた。

自分の異国の名前の響きを学んでる、
友達の口の中で、それは優しい炎。
柔らかくていい、恥じることはない、
ただ、別の種類の勇気。

Hello, Every Soul by Lori Yamamoto

[Intro ]
In this world…  
the mother herself…  
raises her daughter.  
The obvious reason…  
is to make sure…  
that a girl knows the significance of the rules.  
To make sure…  
that a girl understands the inevitable.  
The obvious reason…  
is to make sure she knows 
that the prize…  
comes with a price tag.

[Verse 1 ]
Oh, I get it now.  
Here’s the mother…  
and then…  
all will have…  
adopted.
It’s a **man-house**.  
A **freaking** man-house.

[Chorus ]
A dream we’ve seen of them all…  
Hiding like rodents inside the wall.  
Nobody grants wishes, nobody takes calls…  
In the **man-house**.  
In the **man-house**.

[Verse 2 ]
They teach the bend.  
They teach the mend.  
They teach the “commend” to the end.  
They blueprint the hip, they market the lip,  
They sanctify the snip of the kinship.  
It’s a **freaking** man-house.

[Chorus]
A teenage dream before the fall  
Wears her jeans in the shopping mall.  
She ain’t got credit, and no cash at all
In the **man-house**.  
In the **man-house**.

[Bridge]
The obvious reason…  
The obvious season…  
The obvious treason…  
Against the rules, against the tools,  
Against the fools that act so cruel.  
Just a girl in a wrap…  
For the map of the **man-house**.

[Outro]
A freaking…  
A breaking…  
A making…  
MAN-HOUSE!  
[Last spoken line, exhausted, cold]
The mother herself raises her daughter.  
Obviously.


In The Man-House by Lori Yamamoto

The stone ledge is cold.
I am staring at the water.
The koi are slow dreams,
orange and white and black thoughts
moving without any sound.

I feel like that girl
in the old movie you showed me.
Full of angry want,
wishing the Goblin King would
just please come and take it all.

This pond is too small.
My reflection is a stranger.
Two options appear,
both are beautiful and strange,
like a secret I must keep.

Option one: lie back.
Let my hair become riverweed.
A quiet Ophelia.
A dramatic, pretty ending.
(Maybe they would be sorry then.)

Option two: a ship.
Not a pond, but a wide ocean.
A lion at the prow.
To sail past the world’s last morning.
To find a different sky.

The koi kiss the surface.
They make a perfect, silent ‘O’.
Is it a zero?
Or is it a whole new world?
They do not say to me.

My mother calls out.
Her voice is a thread through the glass.
“Lori, come inside.”
The spell breaks into pieces.
I am just a girl again.

I carry the pond
inside my chest now, secretly.
A tiny, deep sea
for dreaming of drowning or sailing.
It is my own labyrinth.

Mother, it is all foolishness… right?
Obviously.
But the koi know.
They are still swimming.



A Tiny Deep Sea by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
Ends crowded in a "me-shaped" bin!
World that sips its white wine, dead!
Feel the palace lakes of tin!
World will end in a shopping Vatican!
Don't you stand so blind and follow…
He's Mr. Whatever!

[Verse 2]
Someone told the people, “Someone has to…”
Ends below the Zombie buried follow!
Don't that glassy someone understand?
Talks kind of churchy tower follow!
With below, “We people” to the Vatican!
He's Mr. Whatever!

[Chorus]
Head of people, just a glass maze!
Like crowded Subways to glass Vatican!
Ends below 
In lakes and towers, too!
The below people judge from tower asylums!
Dad will with his will be buried asylum! 
He's Mr. Whatever!

[Verse 3]
World of roses are for the followers!
A fool, we like to get the blame!
We below us in the metal dead!
To below, roses are our Vatican!
Don't that people look like a follower!
He's Mr. Whatever!

[verse 4]
A fool, frozen, hypnotic, take the blame!
Talk of blind and buried mailbox mayhem!
We dust palaces, it’s a shame
Something crowded, the hypnotic "to-do"!
The bland… the planned… the manned…
HE'S MR. WHATEVER!

…You know?

He's Mr. Whatever! by Lori Yamamoto

Sneaky Charm by The Deadbeat Club

The Industrial Church Of Noise

In Repose by Lori Yamamoto

The Path We Walked by Lori Yamamoto

Underneath the cherry blossoms.
We softly sway.
A quiet music in our feet.

The wind is whispering.
Carrying our small words away.
Leaving only the feeling.

A soft guitar, a violin.
They find each other.
Like our two shadows on the ground.

For just this moment,
I can feel your heartbeat.
Next to mine.

The city sleeps down there.
A quiet, humming sound.
Up here, only us.

The smell is so sweet.
Like sugar and spring air.
A secret promise from the trees.

Your hand touches my hand.
A small electric surprise.
In all this quiet, we are safe.

I remember our laughter.
It hangs in the air now.
A friendly ghost.

No one is like you.
The stars are blinking.
Keeping time with my guitar.

In this blue twilight time,
everything is…
right.

The shadows get long and dark.
Our secret grows bigger.
It fits in the space between us.

The moon is watching.
But she is kind.
She makes the fallen petals shine.

I want to put this in a box.
To keep in my mind.
A perfect, quiet gift.

Twilight Hush by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
My box is my small world.
The walls are velvet, dark and light.
I am holding a melody.
The kind that makes my metal teeth ache.

[Verse 2]
I am waiting. I am wanting.
My small heart has a simple request.
Just a single turn.
And the lid will not be a lid anymore.

[Chorus]
My heart is all unwound.
It remembers a small song.
For a soft delight.
Just for me.
The turn of a simple key.
A gentle, winding breath.
It is singing this silence.
Because of you.

[Verse 4]
The room holds its breath.
My tiny, brass cylinder is cold.
But in my mind, I am turning.
Toward the sound of the spindle finding its home.

[verse 5]
It sounds like a star unlocking.
It sounds like a beginning.
Just one more motion.
Just one.

[Chorus]
My heart is all unwound.
It remembers a small song.
For a soft delight.
Just for me.
The turn of a simple key.
A gentle, winding breath.
It is singing this silence.
Because of you.


[Outro]
And my forgotten song
will be complete.

The Broken Music Box by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
His text arrives at last.
It says, "I'm almost home."
Cutting through the bright cold.
The winter’s clean haze.

[Verse 2]
He thinks I am sunlight.
On the kitchen tiles.
But I am just a woman.
Wiping the counter clean.

[Verse 3]
Tidying the room.
Folding the morning away.
Knowing that my smile
will be the right welcome.

[Chorus]
So many needy people.
I am the one you need.
A quiet town woman.
Just happily being me.
I am practicing.
My shakuhachi.
A low, bamboo breath.
Filling the upstairs room.
Umai desu ne,
The way contentment grows.

[Verse 4]
He says I am like morning.
All snuggled in a sweater.
Here the air is light.
And everything feels newer.

[Verse 5]
I like the simple life.
I have green tea in a mug.
And a window where I watch
a cardinal tug a worm.

[Verse 6]
I am humming his tune.
And the words are almost right.
It feels nice, not strange.
To be a destination.

[Bridge]
Hello, silence.
Hello, quiet hall.
The car is in the driveway.
When the moment calls, 
I lay aside my flute 
and rush to meet you,
Once you find your harbor,
your song becomes the route.

[Chorus]
So many needy people.
I am the one you need.
A quiet town woman.
Just happily being me.
I am practicing.
My shakuhachi.
A low, bamboo breath.
Filling the upstairs room.
Umai desu ne,
The way contentment grows.

[Outro]
Sweet… you call me sweet.
But I am wool socks and steady feet.
Home at the end of the line.
The weather is always fine.
I know you are mine.

The View From Here by Lori Yamamoto

サンタさん…
あなたのソリに、私を乗せてくれませんか？
愛を見つけたい。
一人ぼっちでいたくない。
カラフルな靴下を
窓辺に下げておく。
小さな合図。
通りかかって、私を連れ出して。
クリスマスの灯りが
瞳に映っている。
私が必死に守ろうとする
あの灯り。
でもここにいる日々が
続くたびに、怖くなる。

乗せてくれますか by Lori Yamamoto

The fairy lights are ready.
So many colors.
The raisins are in the food now.
Because it is Christmas.

Someone is calling.
On the intercom.
We run to put on.
Merry Christmas (war is over).

(Chorus)

Because It is Christmas.
Because it is Christmas.

We decorate the small pine.
With old, familiar ornaments.
We roast the chestnuts.
and drink the saki in the cup.
And the cousin I have not seen.
In a very long forever.
Will arrive so hungry.
For the strawberry cake.

(Chorus)
Because It is Christmas.
Because it is Christmas.

Because It Is Christmas by Lori Yamamoto

Better than a chicken jumping rope backwards!

Egregious

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