Silence on the roads
As we race far away
from home

A new place
with new names
we change pace
as we make our first approach

Who heard of a visa
when we can just
speed through the cordoned streets

We might pass as ambassadors
as we just
slide by the border police

And you say

This ain't a road that I know
don't take me home
don't take me home

The border force in chase
we make our break for Cairo
Just You and I
side by side
Partners in crime
You be Bonnie I'll be Clyde

Sirens fill the air
as we stare to the break lights
so far up ahead

who knows what they'd do if they caught us
in waters they ought to defend

It's the risk 
that was missing
it's fitting that this
might be our last day

but it's worth it 
the hurt and the nerves
and it works
it's the perfect way

but we stay

doing 94 we break through the cordon
and leave behind
the flashing lights

In our ford escort we make our break for Jordan
Just you and I
Side by side
Partners in crime
You be Bonnie I'll be Clyde

Pⱥrtners in Crime

No Time for Regrets, You've Just Got to Keep Moving Forward 
Dedicated to My Angels Youseph & Laila Always Loving You 💖 Till We Meet.
Seif M Khairat Productions
Cairo Trance Squad
   Move On
Composed - Arranged - Mixed - Mastered by Seif M Khairat

Vocals & Lyrics by Lewyn

Move On Original. ft Lewyn

Because even I can't be a miserable bastard 24/7

When We Were Kids

Did you ever wanna settle down?
I hit the floor running with a cunning frown
But we’re as gone as dead cassettes
These Silhouettes and cigarettes Seem 

To often take a little pain away 
if you butter up a pill it’ll hide the taste
but bitter as the bullshit is 
you cant disguise your lies like this 

and all the silhouettes of the days that passed 
are ghosts that circle my head far too fast 
it seems my themes to seem subdued
I whine and chime my foul mood 

Back when we were kids 
with little pens and crayons
we didn’t understand the sadness
madness the world had to lay on
nowadays its all about new changes
take me back to RC cars these bars
aren’t on par with old crazes

I take a little time to catch my breath and
Get my bearings straight and start afresh
While Thoughts creep back behind these eyes
Of how much life can pass me by scream


A little louder at the thought of it
Creating my own drama and calmly knit
This web of lies and sell it to
Anyone  who thinks its true

I cant help but assume its Someones fault 
not my own if so its only ever by default
pity is its half and half 
this sickly city heart to heart

Back when we were kids 
with little pens and crayons
we didn’t understand the sadness
madness the world had to lay on
nowadays its all about new changes
take me back to RC cars these bars
aren’t on par with old crazes


When We Were Kids

宇宙の偉大さの前の人間は、自分自身の存在に限定された宇宙空間の小さな粒子にすぎないと感じさせられる。

boundless (instrumental)

Weekend Cycle

i need coffee

Beat

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Home

cover of hattie webbs rythem of the night to be played on my wedding night.

Hattie

Talk of 
limelight 
But I'm left with Lemons
I sweat a cup of lemonade in seconds
While I try to outwrite eleven Lennons

heaven hope I kept the receipt

I gotta keep my reputation
And Question everyone that's got the patience
The 7th bottle is a revelation

one apple fallen far from the tree

and the

Truth is 
This music is fruitless
With everybody asking oh who's this 
but clueless

Seems all this produce is useless
but  
nothing tips the balance of talents like brutus

Judas so ruthless pursues us 
who must we ask 
to fast pass a nuisance

jesus all this fruit is juiceless
it's all pips and pulp 
I sulk and chew toothless

I hope to sow no seeds
I bruise too easily 
and my acidity 

means

I'm not fit for consumption
come to the junction 
where Im made to choose my shelf 
or destruction

I make wine of the grapes of wrath
If god be my grocer I'm close to laughter
my chapters fast passed the pastor
peel me back and unwrap the rapture    

Capture on camera the new shoots
that will bare fruit 
despite the loose chewed roots
The who's who of news crews
might choose you
Then they'll do you 
a review to read through

too true
til you're cast on the heap
then more tumble on and you struggle to breathe
compost too deep and you learn
that it's burning inside and they lied 
but you might like the heat

So if you fancy the pile have a pop
At least you'll be used as food for new crop 
It's a huge drop from tree or rooftop
Human or fruit we're all used to compost 

I hope to grow no seeds
I bruise too easily 
and my acidity 

means
Im sour as citrus 
So said the litmus
so slap me back to the 
scrap back to business

i need coffee

proZak

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