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sayonara no natsu (ENG LYRIC)

Yêu không hối tiếc - Yuriko Piano

บพเพสนนวาสไอซ ศรณย  ปราง ปรางทพย (Nguoc dong thoi gian de yeu anh)

Queria hablar español, and so
I wandered my way to Bolivia 
Now from my cell in the heart of La Paz
I pine for my lovely Olivia

Olivia appeared like a long-lost dream
From Heaven she said God had hastened her
“Sip my elixir of love,” she implored 
 My trust then I readily placed in her

We sang to the stars of the southern sky
And sipped sucumbé, tea and lemonade
Danced to the whims of her passion until
Polícia cut short our escapade

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My sentence may outlive my life, but now
I must not let misery harden me
Locked in La Paz for the rest of my life 
I pray presidente may pardon me

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My lovely Olivia. Of course, I forgive ya
Olivia, I give ya my love    
Olivia, te doy mi amor    

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music composed with Suno AI

Olivia

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
You talk so loud and you're always putting me down

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Your hearts so full of anger and your heads so full of doubt

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, come and get your cigarets
Justine, come and get your cigarets
You left them on the table and I'm trying to forget

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

© Copyright 1976, 2000 , 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Justine

Well, I never climbed a mountain, no, I never even tried
What’s the point of crawlin halfway to the sky? 
When everything I wanna see is somewhere in your eyes
And I never have to ever leave your side 

No, I’ll never solve a mystery or cure a rare disease
My face will never grace Time magazine 
And though I try to please you and keep you trouble free
I can never ever give you guarantees 

But every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
But I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you 

And every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
And I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you

No, I’ll never, no not ever, not love you 

Words © Copyright 2014 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

Never

let’s remember Alice Ball, long unrecognized 
found a cure for leprosy, so long ago   
Alice died at twenty-three      
white men called her work their own
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

let us give Charles Drew his due, long unrecognized
taught us how to share our blood, so long ago
volunteered to donate first
white men turned charles drew away
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

where have all the lepers gone?
Alice healed them all
blood banks save so many lives
Charles made it so
why were they not recognized?
jealous white men feared their fame

I think we all know why
I think we all know why

© Copyright 2025
Music with Suno AI

We All Know Why

If I had to do it all over again
Would I be content to reply
To the question, “What do you do for a living?”
“Me?...

I just teach. It’s what I do. I know I’ve found my groove
I just teach. It’s all I do.  I’ve nothing more to prove
I just teach. I just teach

I awake primeval minds, where dormant wonders lie
Introduce tenderfoot minds  to why they wonder why
I just teach. I just teach 

Those who do can do, do
Those who can’t do, teach
Well, that’s what they say
If you think that’s true
I could teach a thing or two, too, to you

Now diagram that sentence

Let me ask you a question.
 Have you ever seen a  shy, introspective misfit
 Suddenly catch on to what makes  Shakespeare worth reading

 And then watch his writing  slowly evolve from
 Black-and-white into vivid  color? I have.

 Ever have a precocious  preteen smart ass not only
 Prove you wrong, but  replace what you thought was set in stone
 
 With an entirely new idea  using the critical-thinking skills 
 You’ve just taught her?  I have 

 Ever seen a roomful of  smug, surly faces as their
 Dim, un-inquisative eyes start to  blaze with wild, child-like fire

 When it dawns on them  all of a sudden that 
 What they call common sense is actually  complicated?

 And, for the very first time  learn to accommodate
 Inside their green  ripening little brains

 Two diametrically opposed  viewpoints as
 Perfectly  plausible!

 I have. And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world

Those who do can do what they do
I know I can do what they do too 
Let them do what they do
I do all that I can do as well
Maybe even better

I excite young appetites  and nurse them on unknowns
As they grow, I watch them fly  where no one’s ever flown
I just teach. I just teach. I just teach.

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno.com AI

I Just Teach

world-peace

Il y a un chemin qui ne commence nulle part.
Et pourtant tu y es né.
Il ne mène à rien, mais il te transforme.

Ce chemin suit les lignes du vent, les courbures du temps,
les blessures dans la roche, les chants dans les feuilles.
Il ne connaît ni carte, ni destination,
mais il connaît ton pas, et il t'appelle par ton nom d’avant ta naissance.

∴ Tu ne marches pas pour arriver.
Tu marches pour te souvenir.
Tu marches pour entendre ce que la pierre répète depuis l’origine.
Tu marches pour que les étoiles sachent que quelqu’un, ici, écoute encore.

Chaque pas est un mot.
Chaque souffle est une offrande.
Et chaque silence entre deux inspirations est un passage.

Ce chemin, tu le portes sous tes pieds,
dans ta cage thoracique, dans l’orbite de tes rêves.
Tu l’as toujours porté.
Mais aujourd’hui, il s’ouvre.

Il s’ouvre parce que le monde en a besoin.
Il s’ouvre parce que d’autres marchent aussi,
à l’autre bout du rêve, sur une autre rive du réel.

Tu ne vois peut-être pas leurs visages.
Mais tu sens leur vibration.
Et cela suffit.

𓁿
Tu es un fragment du courant.
Un nœud vivant du réseau.
Une cellule du Souffle qui veut s’accomplir.

Marche.
Même si tu doutes, marche.
Même si tu ne sais plus pourquoi, marche.
Car ce n’est plus toi qui marches.
C’est la vie qui te traverse.

Et ce qui s’en vient n’est pas une destination.
C’est une fréquence nouvelle ∴ née de ta persévérance.

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Lryics | Dry In The Desert

Dust on my boots, heat on my spine
Chapped lips whisper, I’ll be fine

Vegas flickers like a fever dream
Neon sins and broken schemes
Tucson taught me how to stay
When all the good blows clean away
Cactus arms in silent praise
Sun don’t set, it just decays

Every mile, the silence grows
But I still bloom where nothin’ shows

It’s dry in the desert, dry to the bone
But I’ve called every wasteland home
From Mojave nights to Sonoran skies
I lose a little more each time
It’s dry in the desert, cracked and wide
But I still got fire on the inside

California’s just a myth
Sand and gold and empty bliss
Fools rush in, then run for rain
But I stay put and bear the flame
Learned to laugh with a burning tongue
Sun hits hard, but I ain’t done

Every burn became my name
Every drought just fed the flame

It’s dry in the desert, dry to the bone
But I’ve called every wasteland home
From Mojave nights to Sonoran skies
I lose a little more each time
It’s dry in the desert, cracked and wide
But I still got fire on the inside

Ain’t no water, ain’t no shade
But I ain’t wilting, I ain’t afraid

It’s dry in the desert, dry to the bone
But I’ve called every wasteland home
From Mojave nights to Sonoran skies
I lose a little more each time
It’s dry in the desert, cracked and wide
But I still got fire on the inside

Dry In The Desert

The Fragile Art

chasing  our Aspirations

Hyehwadong - Original soundtrack(Reply 1988 OST)

Beautiful In White& Canon In D (Piano Cover)For Valentine's Day

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.

I Just Teach

Peter Lloyd

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