"The Endless Summer"
(Words & Music by Izuan Shah & Auburn)
Love begins with meeting your one kismet kind, with a seasonal greeting…
On a dreamy night…
When tomfoolery is nice…
With our faces in disguise,
I’ll pretend that you are mine, time being.
If the endless summer comes…crashing down when we are not together then,
Will the winter sinners turn…to sapphire burns?
When we are lost…in each other’s arms now.
Make-believe our story as I laugh and cry,
Honestly, it’s a dream…
Strong in absolution…
To be whole enough to please…
Another mortal being,
On the days when I’m sincere...warmth within.
Shall the end of summer come…crashing down, when we are not together,
Now...
Will the winter sinners turn…to sapphire burns?
When we are lost…in each other’s arms…
In summer, in this endless summer, will she find her love then…alone and in time?
This endless summer, they’re lost in the summer…he’s lost in her shrine.
When winter is worn,
Then autumn will come.
She plays…always,
He plays…all the games,
They pray…and wait,
In this, endless summer...
*Rationale: An
"Beloved"
(Words & Music by Izuan Shah & Auburn)
I understand, the need to compare,
The cards we've been dealt,
And you say, it's not fair...
I'll fall to my knees
When we all just see as one
When we all just feel as one
Well God only knows, why our hearts feel so low,
Sometimes so as to test, where our purity rests,
So it's true, you can't dance,
With the human pretense...
When they all seem so dense,
It's the world you can't stand...
I'll fall to my knees
When we all just see as one
When we all just feel as one
I'd fall
When we'd all just feel the same
When we'd all just feel the same
And I understand, the need to pretend,
When you say, it's not fair,
You're quite alone, as you dare.
*Rationale: Another song I haven't done justice to acoustically at Troubadours. It's on our record Karya, and is one of the few
"Aurora Blues"
(Words & Music by Izuan Shah & Auburn)
Now…
Mourn all the souls…
In our darkest of hours…
Mourn all the souls…
In the hall of Valhalla
In the face of the Morta
Epiphany and prophecy…
Sheds the light on all these dreams…
That lie beneath auroras…
And the moon…
Hide...
The sorrows and fears…
In our darkest of hours…
Mourn all the souls…
In the hall of Valhalla
In the face of the Morta
1 comment:
ooh good idea.
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