EVE. ( Le fruit défendu )

A song suggesting the relationship is sinking,  But there's still the hope of patching it up.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/HHU67XaGPzw

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Speak to Me

Fly Around In The Clouds
©2025 Noel Adams, words and music, all rights reserved
APRA/AMCOS (Australia): GW75716631
ISWC: T-331924361-9

=== LYRICS ===
I would rather be happy
I would rather be glad
I’d rather be feeling thrilled and excited instead of feeling so sad
One day we will be dancing
And we’ll be laughing out loud
But right now all that I want to do is fly around in the clouds with you

You opened the door and waved goodbye
And then you stepped out into the rain
I blew a kiss and waved right back and said see you later, my friend
But life often surprises one when everything is going fine
I didn’t know then, no, I didn’t then 
That life had other plans in mind

I would rather be happy
I would rather be glad
I’d rather be feeling thrilled and excited instead of feeling so sad
One day we will be dancing
And we’ll be laughing out loud
But right now all that I want to do is fly around in the clouds with you

I wish I’d known you’d be leaving before me
And I’d be left here walking alone
Your quirky smile is now like a story fading from a time long ago
Can you reserve that famous cloud nine so we can run around and play?
‘Cause one thing’s for sure, yes, one thing’s for sure 
I’m counting on seeing you again some day

I would rather be happy
I would rather be glad
I’d rather be feeling thrilled and excited instead of feeling so sad
One day we will be dancing
And we’ll be laughing out loud
But right now all that I want to do is fly around in the clouds with you

With all my heart, I pray that we'll meet again
And we will fly around in the clouds until god knows when

Fly Around In The Clouds

   
    Haven Of Dreams 
 
      
In the attic where we once played
Echoes of laughter slowly fade
Shadows dance on dusty old floors
Memories knocking on closed doors

Childhood dreams linger here
Whispers soft, ghosts of yesteryear
Old rocking chair creaks and sways
In this Haven Of Dreams                   
 
Photographs yellowed, corners bent and frayed
Stories they tell   of games we  played
In the twilight of moments we climb
Back to those spaces, untouched by time

Lost in the echoes, where innocence thrives
A time machine held, in this youthful archive
Through  creaking doors, the past is near
In soft candlelight, your laughter’s still clear

The mailbox tilts like it’s waving hello
The garden is wild but it still tries to grow
The paint may fade but the memories shine
That house will always be    a home of mine 

Childhood dreams linger here
Whispers soft, ghosts of yesteryear
Old rocking chair creaks and sways
In this Haven Of Dreams                   
 

 









Haven Of Dreams

A song about cleaning up the mess --or not.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/lJtoNC_ox0E

When Shift Happens

The Jailhouse Jump


The bars are cold they sing my song
This dusty cell where I belong
A creaky bed a lonesome tone
The jailhouse feels like home sweet home

The warden’s keys they jingle loud
My sins they form a ghostly shroud
Four gray walls 
This jailhouse feels like home sweet home

I’m shackled but my soul’s set free
This concrete floor’s my melody
The chains they hum a mournful drone
The jailhouse feels like home sweet home

The shadows dance beneath the moon
A prisoner’s hymn a hollow tune
The iron gates they moan and groan
The jailhouse feels like home sweet home
The jailhouse feels like home sweet home




The Jailhouse Jump

I had the privilege to have a few brief encounters over the years with the great poet, educator and activist Nikki Giovanni. She passed away last December. If interested there are many videos on YouTube about her. 

“Mothers” passage sung by Joliz going into the break, Copyright © 1972 by Nikki Giovanni.

I saw Nikki Giovanni outside the A train
She was reading a book by Baldwin and whispering the quotes
She had that Harlem quiet
The kind that makes you feel loud, even if you haven’t said a word all day
She looked up at me once
Like she already knew the next ten things I would say
And of course none of that mattered

She wrote poems like switchblades
And carved song verses on subway tiles
With truth tucked in the chorus
Love poems for the revolution and letters to the dead
All written in lipstick and ink
Some folks talk about hope
She talked about survival
Anyone knows there's a difference

“I see the moon
The moon sees me
God bless the moon
And god bless me”

I asked her once, I said Nikki, do you still believe in change
She half smiled and said, “Man, I believe in kids, I believe in rage,
I believe in writing it down so they don’t forget our names.”
“You either speak up or get buried under someone else's story.”
Then she walked into that bookstore on 125th like it was a church 
In a way I guess it was a church

I ran into her much later at a reading downtown
Tiny room, bad mic, nobody listening but the ghosts
She read a line about her grandmother’s hands
The room went quiet like it finally remembered what hands are for
The words, not angry, not loud, but like a bullet that only hits the guilty
Truth is a loaded pistol

But Nikki
She’s in the cracks
She’s in the ink smudge
The subway echo
The line you wake up hearing but don’t remember writing
Nikki
She’s still walking this city
Just quiet enough to make the truth sound loud

Nikki (with Joliz)

Sea winds and raindrops in my face
Sound and vision yet reveal you in this place
Can I express so honestly
If you could ever let me be
Wrapped up in your mystery 
And ever in your space

I’ll be walking on water
Every day
In your sweet light
Come what may
In your light ’til the
End of days

So now I have your sunlight on my skin
Penetrates and resonates on everything within
Every flaw that I possess
Will ever flee at your behest
And when your whisper tells me yes
The miracle begins

So let the rain keep falling from the sky
Let the wind blow endlessly, the seas and rivers rise
‘Cause all the storms and floods will be
Nothing more than scenery
As long as I can ever be
Here and by your side

(c)2025 ray cochrane/Dj Lekich


Walking on Water

Peace, If you are at peace with yourself you will be at peace with the world.

Via my breath and keyboard controller I am playing the French horn and the Swam alto flute.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the balance of the tracks using my sounds sources. 

Peace

Home_is_Me_CountryFolk

For me, songwriting is a puzzle. I keep at it day after day after day. And eventually all the twisting and turning with words and rhymes morphs something worth smiling about.

Fly Around In The Clouds

Noel Adams

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