(Yeah, Yeah Let’s Go)

The Blinding Sun might come after you,
But you might be in another place,
Even in another time.
Let’s stop the sun so we can be free. 

Ugh,
The Blinding Sun will be like hell, 
Oh my god! Let’s, let’s just run 
The adventure what we’re gonna have 
Will be, maybe tomorrow or next week. 

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. The Blinding Sun
X4

The Blinding Sun

The Song of the Sunlight (PREVIEW)

Some People

Don’t Leave Me Here

Inspired by Pink Floyd

LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
Dust motes dance in faded light, beyond the window pane
Another summer day unfolds, with whispers of the rain
And then they drift, like scattered thoughts, from driveways on the street
Small figures, blurred and indistinct, with restless, careless feet.
The asphalt stretches, grey and wide, a canvas for their play
No painted lines, no warning signs, just shadows in the fray.
A ball arcs low, a bike path swerves, a silent, frantic leap
My pulse a distant, hollow drum, as promises they keep
Of chaos, just beyond the glass, a private, jarring sound.
No solid ground.
(Chorus)
Oh, the little ghosts of summer, spinning on the blacktop heat
Unaware of crumbling edges, where the broken dreams all meet.
And in the quiet, empty houses, where the fading echoes sleep
No watchful eye, no gentle call, just secrets they can keep.
The hum of tires on the road, a slow, insistent drone
Another moment slipping by, utterly alone.
(Verse 2)
They weave among the silent cars, a fleeting, transient blur
Like fleeting thoughts of consequence, that never quite occur.
A braided child, a fleeting smile, a backward, childish grace
A roller skate, a sudden swerve, in this forgotten place.
A whispered cry, a minor fall, dismissed before it lands
The metallic sigh of braking cars, cupped in indifferent hands.
No sudden shout, no urgent step, from where the curtains draw
Just the endless summer afternoon, defying every law.
(Chorus)
Oh, the little ghosts of summer, spinning on the blacktop heat
Unaware of crumbling edges, where the broken dreams all meet.
And in the quiet, empty houses, where the fading echoes sleep
No watchful eye, no gentle call, just secrets they can keep.
The hum of tires on the road, a slow, insistent drone
Another moment slipping by, utterly alone.
(Bridge)
The clock's slow hand, it drags the hours, through the heavy, humid air
I try to grasp the fading light, but stillness isn't there.
They build their fragile kingdoms, from cardboard and from doubt
A fleeting monument to youth, before the lights go out.
No understanding in their eyes, no comprehension deep
Of the fragile threads that hold the world, while worried minds still weep.
Do they not feel the cold grey touch of what could lie ahead?
Or are their senses dulled by years, of words that go unsaid?
(Chorus)
Oh, the little ghosts of summer, spinning on the blacktop heat
Unaware of crumbling edges, where the broken dreams all meet.
And in the quiet, empty houses, where the fading echoes sleep
No watchful eye, no gentle call, just secrets they can keep.
The hum of tires on the road, a slow, insistent drone
Another moment slipping by, utterly alone.
(Outro)
The streetlights flicker, one by one, a distant, dying gleam
And still they linger, out of time, lost in a waking dream.
I turn away, the moment fades, a whisper in the night
While silent houses watch them play, bathed in the pale moonlight.

(Chorus) 

Oh, the little ghosts of summer, spinning on the blacktop heat
Unaware of crumbling edges, where the broken dreams all meet.
And in the quiet, empty houses, where the fading echoes sleep
No watchful eye, no gentle call, just secrets they can keep.
The hum of tires on the road, a slow, insistent drone
Another moment slipping by, utterly alone.
Oh, the little ghosts of summer, spinning on the blacktop heat
Unaware of crumbling edges, where the broken dreams all meet.
And in the quiet, empty houses, where the fading echoes sleep
No watchful eye, no gentle call, just secrets they can keep.
The hum of tires on the road, a slow, insistent drone
Another moment slipping by, utterly alone.

Crazy Kids

Fire My Cannon

Hopefully this will become a cover and it will better than this

Marijuana Night

Them Boys

Fight for the Air

Somewhat?

Here comes the moon,
There goes the moon,
How would the Earth do that? 

Here comes the infant,
There goes the elderly,
How would the Earth do that? 

Here comes the day,
There goes the night,
How would the Earth do that? 

You see, 
That’s life and there’s nothing you can do about it. 
You can live, but can’t for long. 
You can die, wether young or old, 
But that is the way of life
It’s different for everyone, not just for you! 

So it’s best to live it and let it, 
The best that is for everyone
Everyone, even you!
Crimes are unnecessary,
For you and me and everyone!

So it’s best to live it and let it, 
And make your life yours. 

Newton found gravity,
Einstein found the meaning,
How would human beings do that?

Elvis found the key,
The Beatles found perception,
How would artists do that?

Bunyan found our language,
Joyce made the new,
How would writers of the human race do that?

You see,
You live in the human race and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You can find the meaning of life, but not all of it.
You can find the meaning of death, but not all of it,
But that is the way of life
It’s different for everyone, not just for you!

So it’s best to live it and let it,
The best that is for everyone
Everyone, even you!
Crimes are unnecessary,
For you and me and everyone!

So it’s best to live it and let it,
And make your life yours.

So it’s best to live it and let it,
The best that is for everyone
Everyone, even you!
Crimes are unnecessary,
For you and me and everyone!

So it’s best to live it and let it,
And make your life yours.

Live it and Let It

Sexual Tensions,
Is what I was thinking about,
Sexual Tensions,
For you and me to experience 
Sexual Tensions,
Like we can get the umbrella and keep the rain off us
It can happen to us
Anytime when we are around
So let’s gets ready for Sexual Tensions

Sexual Tensions,
Your kisses are as sweet as a candy cane
Sexual Tensions,
Let’s feel each other’s bodies
It can happen to us
Anytime when we are around 
So let’s get ready for Sexual Tensions

(You feel so… so soft)

(Soft… soft) 

Sexual Tensions,
Your skin is as soft as a cat’s fur
Sexual Tensions,
Your kisses are as sweet as a candy cane
Sexual Tensions,
For you and to experience 
But it can happen to us
Anytime when we are around
So let’s get ready for Sexual Tensions
Tensions, tensions
Tensions, tensions
Tensions, tensions
Tensions, tensions

(You feel so… so soft)

Sexual Tensions

I hear whispers,
Everywhere on the street at night,
I hear whispers, 
When everyone’s around at night
I hear whispers,
When you and I are around night 
I hear whispers,
That should be kept to ourselves, yeah.

Sweetio

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