Slow Orchestral Disco beat ballad with the lyrics of a poem about a Summer Holiday without much Sun
lyrics
Summer is a state of mind, it doesn’t actually have to be 

Imagine sun in cloudless sky, pretend you’re lying by the sea 

There you are, exposed and glowing, feel your feet in soft, warm sand 

It will be enough just knowing life’s on hold with nothing planned 

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Summer is a state of mind, think it’s August, think it’s hot 

Close your eyes and you’re transported to a place where truth’s forgot 

Let your body float on water, crystal pools or salty brine 

Stretch your long bare arms to Heaven, dip your lips in cool French wine 

~~~ 

Summer is a state of mind, as you see it, so it is 

You are young and fresh and happy, life has meaning, life has fizz 

Walk through meadows rich with flowers, sit by streams that gurgle past 

Let your heart ascend that hill where Summer’s yours to love and last


Summer Is a state of mind

She sings about being left out through making stupid mistakes and decisions.  The Latin beat song has a powerful bridge and solo section.

Left Standing (out in the rain)

Lyrics - You can read a newspaper or a magazine
A hardback, a paperback or anything in-between
Don't ever read my mind, whatever's in it is way off limit
You might not understand but I'm not explaining
for naming and shaming.
You can read your messages or something in the media
a diary, a dictionary or an encyclopedia
You can read a manual, a reference book or guide
keep a poetry anthology or bible by your side
Read your memos, your minutes or anything you find
but I'm warning you my Darling... don't ever read my mind
Chorus
You can visit libraries and browse for hous on end
fiction and non-fiction available to lend
Open up a catalog and read all the descriptions
wander around a graveyard and examine all the inscriptions
You can flip through pages of your holiday brochure
a pamphlet or a flyer that keeps dropping through your door
You can read sign language or braille that's for the blind
but I'm warning you my Darling... don't ever read my mind


Dont Read My Mind

Life is hard sometimes - Lyrics - Sometimes it's hard to turn up that winning card / you shuffle and you deal / but all that you reveal / is another fortune wheel you must spin / begin again... You need some luck / you can't do it by the book / you just don't have the time / the hill's too steep to climb / no longer in your prime any more / that's for sure...
Chorus - Round and round the same old course / you keep falling off your Happy Horse / could be better but it could be worse / there's no right answer to the wrong question.
So in despair you throw your hands up in the air / Oh Lord what must you do? / you wish you had a clue / the problems just accrue every day / and you pray... The family nag and it's really quite a drag / you duck, you dive, you run / you think the day will come / the battle's nearly done... but the war's back for sure

No Right Answer

Lyrics :  Never underestimate the power of a heart / It can crush a mighty man and tear his soul apart / It can win a war, it can make the dying live / It can break the strongest will and force the mean to give,,,
Take mine, it can turn a sea and topple a mountain just for you, no limit to what my heart can do, ready and counting / move the earth and toss it about in Space for you, no limit to what a heart can do... just take mine
Never underestimate the power of a heart / it can fight the cruelest luck and block a poison dart / It can win a war, it can make the dying live / It can break the strongest will and force the mean to give,,,
Take mine, it can stop the rain, turn Winter to Summer just for you, no limit to what a heart can do, beats like a drummer / makes the World a perfect and peaceful place for you, no limit to what a heart can do... just take mine.

The Power Of A Heart

A song that has artistic creativity and a climax chorus
Lyrics - Beyond the walls of life, the scope of time, the depth and height of conscious thought
there is a place, it's yours and mine, and we can go there once we're taught
to push the shackles from our mind, to leave our humanness behind - we must become outside and in, above, below, without an end and a beginning

And once we lose ourselves in what we are
we will become a distant, shapeless star
we will not think but we will know
just one emotion, never high and never low

Unborn spirits without guilt and shame

We'll call it love, we'll call it love
Let's call it love, let's call it love
Its name is love, its name is love... no better name

Beyond the universe, beyond our ken, a whole infinity we never can conceive, there is a world outside of Zen, a transcendental kind of make- believe

We'll Call It Love

Crime of passion type lyrics to this Orchestral Pop song

Once he made his first mistake why not make another
Might as well hang for a sheep as a lamb
Once he told his first big lie why not tell another, the second lie is easier, the third is second nature
Once he took that killer blow why not take another
Might as well hang for a sheep as a lamb
Once he'd taken that first wild stab why not stab again
Innocence is dead, his hands already red
His hands already red

For A Sheep As A Lamb

My life is out of my control, I've done all I can do
And now it's up to other folks to make my dreams come true
I check the mail, I sit and wait, I'm twiddling my thumbs
But still they keep me hanging on, those smug, sadistic bums

I wanna be the one to call the tune
to get my life back on track, and pretty soon
I wanna take the reins, call the shots and pull the strings
I want to call the tune while every other loser sings

My life is in suspension, I'm left hanging in the air
Can't get no information or no answers to my prayer
Their promises are empty and they have their own agenda
Although I'm right I have no fight, I guess I'll just surrenda

Wanna call the tune

A piano ballad in three parts written as homage to anyone (a woman in this case) who like a bit of peace for themselves to indulge in... "Me time"
Lyrics... 
The house is kind of quiet / without the usual riot
of loud, conflicting music and fights / shouting, swearing, kicks and bites
violent TV and anarchy

And now she's all alone, her special time of day
with scented oils, candles and some Michael Buble
She'll take a bath with bubbles high, close her eyes and gently sigh
but all her thoughts will be divine, enhanced by a glass of rose wine

She'll say "This is me time, me time, valuable and free time, no brows to beat or walls to climb in vain"
"This is me time, me time, peaceful harmony sublime, let me bolt the door on my domain"

Me time

There's no reason why a songwriter can't keep writing lyrics and making songs at any age.  OK, the voice may get a little lower and the fingers less nimble, but the art of creating pleasant sounds will never get old.

Third Age Music