The swaying arms of love
Those arms that one dreams of
Have swayed so much it’s true
they waved a spell on you
They left the door ajar
They left a burning scar
Though now it hurts you so 
Let it go 
Let it go

Overcome the need to know
Be that cool guy on the block 
turn back a few years on the clock 
The chime of distant bells
saving a place for you in hell
Though now it hurts you so 
Let it go 

What you did 
What you can’t undo 
What you hid 
What she always knew 
Words you spread 
Words you could not say
How she fled 
those things you tried to do 
to make her stay
What you prize 
What you can’t take to
What you have realised 
and all the things you really blew
That time you spent 
Those times you could not stay
They swayed away
and now it hurts you so 
though now it hurts - I know
and now it hurts you so 
Let it go 
Let it go
Let it go

Even if earth trembles below
Even if rock turns into sand
It cuts you then slips through your hand
The sniper on the hill
smoothly preparing for a kill 
Though now it hurts you so 
Yes how it hurts I know 
Let it go 


mOag - let it go

THE AGE OF PLASTIC POP

Inspired by the poem "Murió al amanecer" or "He died at Dawn" by Federico Garcia Lorca which ends:

"Four moons in the night
and one lonely tree.
On the point of a pin
my love spins."
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The great expanse
The final dance
I found the time
But she was gone

Fish go round and round
Jumping in the pond
Nature doesn't mind us or respond

And when we cry for mercy She laughs
We're falling off the point of a pin

So grant me time (grant these things)
To learn the finer things 
(to know in life)
I grab surprises
To drive me on

Joy and pleasures mount in drains
You and me and all the right ways
Round and round we go

Please
Please
Please...wait

© 2009 OrangeBetsyMusic

Orange Betsy

Wait Please

Cooking up the heat and boogie woogie with John. I had two things on my mind writing these lyrics ~ memories of working in a hotel in London when the chef set up a wooden chopping board at the far end of the kitchen, and expertly threw knives at it from the other end when he got pissed off with somebody ~ and seeing all my SoundCloud friends who also regularly burn their dinners when "just nipping back" to adjust a track they are recording :-D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmr7HfkkvcI

John Laurence: piano & instrumental composition https://soundcloud.com/john-poletti
Chris Okunbor: vocals, harp, lyrics, vocal composition

Available on all streaming services.

Troubles in the Kitchen

Troubles In The Kitchen ~ Chris O & John Laurence (Video link in notes)

"Ultimatum" by My Black Dress (BCS & Michelle) 
Rough Cut Demo with my vocals only.  Michelle's vocals will be added soon (in French!)

Ultimatum (demo)

I guess I've been hopping around the Cloud long enough to be influenced by all of you. This one is pretty strongly influenced by the bucolic musings of the Cloud King, Chris Pellnat @pretentiousmusic.

From Wikipedia: "Mud daubers are not normally aggressive, but can become belligerent when threatened. Stings are uncommon." To this I can relate.

Dirt Dauber

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Jittery lady
Adobe architect 
A potter, an artist of mud

It’s all for the baby
A tinge of regret
Your life, a labor of love
 
Work faster, you master 
Of plaster matte walls
Waddle and daubing your halls
 
You flickering onyx
My spindle waste friend
Slaving away til the end

Your moment is coming
You’ve almost arrived
Your masterpiece nearly complete

All in awe we applaud
And with tears in our eyes
As you fall from the skies to our feet

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Wait Please

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