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Voodoo Eyes

voodoo eyes listen on youtube or here  1 THERE ARE TRACES OF  VOODOO WITH TALES TO COME,  AND around IT THE EMPTINESS OF WHAT’S NOT YOU HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU that IN YOU,  THERE IS something in my reduced world FOR ME TO BARE when around you so INTO THE EDGE OF THE COOLEST cave i delve into SHADE & SALIVA reminiscing the blue glow of the second kiss the burn of embrace that will never feel the same we love to lay under the breezy sky mating voluptuous lips  but IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO,   IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO 2 HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU to LET MY EYES SEE WHAT THE WORLD HAS CONDENSED IN YOUR SOUL,  THE BEAUTY THAT DOESN’T  BELONG ON THIS earthly LANDSCAPE,  BUT a statue ON THE LAWNS OF THE GODS ABOVE ,  LET ME FEEL WHAT LANGUAGE  NESTLED ON YOUR TONGUE ,  WHAT CAN I TAKE FROM YOUR MOUTH ,  OR POLISH THE TATTOO ON YOUR LIPS ,  feelings that I've dreamt of you confirmed the warm healing sign...

Laly Free

 Laly free
listen on youtube or here v1


or here v2

 

Laly free

Someone asked me once
why I dedicate my thoughts and poems to laly.
well
The answer is simple

you haven't seen her through my eyes
you see, once she sears her smile into your imagination
it's not simple to forget or to let go.

to heal my mind,
I write down every detail I can purging her from my soul,
I imitate the polars of nature,
nourishing spring
harvesting summer,
withering autumn
and the dying winter,
my one time funeral, or so I thought .

but the laws of nature has a repeating flaw cycle,
spring comes through,  breathing life into the earth,
and those neglected dead seeds comes back kicking with life,
i'll never be laly free.

summer flourishes over the landscapes of my being
the ghost of laly comes back to life again
invading the privacy of my dying days
bringing me back to life
fullfiling the vacency of absence with her beautiful face
i'll never be laly free.


there are no more losses for me to worry about,
stalling the seasons to pass
I smell the breeze of autumn
i soak the sun
i touch the wind
i take a walk in the park.
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i'm free to sit and wait
for winter to settle down
to repeat the cycle until my dying days
knowing that one wish will never come true
that is, to die laly free
i'll never die laly free
until my dying days
i'll never be laly free. 

i'll never be laly free
i'll never die laly free
laly
ill never be free from you
ill never be free from you laly
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
music credit by culture by amir shab

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