tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84254066886690595052011-04-21T18:15:19.693-07:00Songwriting from the heart for Yane7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-11685531979089114842008-09-01T07:29:00.000-07:002008-09-01T07:41:24.254-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There I sat, muted and blind,<br />I did think of your absence here<br />Wish at some point I did really care<br />The open door calls for me<br /><br />I held you on my shoulder<br />I pushed you, pushed you on<br />You fell babe, I'd hold you strong<br />Even when each time you didn't turn back<br /><br />Each step that you would climb<br />Each bruise I did take<br />The stranger I foresaw<br />You came soon along<br /><br />For some thought to float your mind<br />of all when I did hold on<br />It does not matter anymore<br />I leaving ,stranger, with no open door.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-1168553197908911484?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-80709595243105124782008-01-12T03:29:00.000-08:002008-01-12T03:37:25.184-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2Av4hDFzZs/R4imM9oA5GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nxgplc5cVHs/s1600-h/Death_of_Desdemona.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154552515156567138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2Av4hDFzZs/R4imM9oA5GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nxgplc5cVHs/s320/Death_of_Desdemona.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Othello<br />What Happened today?<br />Where was our love that faded away?<br />My life slips away, me amor<br />I can see it in your eye<br /><br />Othello<br />Don’t believe him<br />My love remains yours so true<br />Othello remember<br />The times we spent together<br />The love I have for you<br /><br />He will take yours love<br />He will rob you of life<br />Close your ears and look my eye<br />Let go Othello<br />Let us begin anew<br />Forget your fear Othello<br />I am here for you<br /><br />His heart sees green my love<br />He sees not what we have<br />He wants to be you<br />Lies fly forth like a broken Hansa<br />Forget it all and rest a while<br />My life in your hands wilts,<br />Watch as it slips and passes you by.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-8070959524310512478?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-46201897507761103032008-01-03T21:58:00.003-08:002008-01-05T02:20:54.618-08:00<div align="center">Sing for me now<br />When I need to hear you the most<br />Sing for me while I want to breathe<br />The last of what’s left of us both.<br /><br />Tell me you need me<br />When I’m leaving for long<br />You tell me I’m a necessity<br />And that without me you’re not strong<br /><br />Sing for me now<br />When you need me near you the most<br />Sing for me so that I breathe<br />Whatever is left of us both<br /><br />You should have done this before<br />We could have salvaged what was left<br />This wont work when there’s nothing more<br />What secrets we shared shall always be kept.<br /><br />Sing for me, sing when I'm leaving<br />So I might leave with memories of us being<br />In love, in hate, in life and in waiting<br />Sing for me Darling, Cry for me love<br />Cry me a song, Cry for me now</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-4620189750776110303?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-58414402957135367812008-01-03T21:58:00.002-08:002008-01-05T02:26:51.525-08:00If I ever had a cat, I would name her Yane.<br />If I ever am reborn, it too shall be in May<br />If I ever had the courage, I would have been a star.<br />What's the point of thinking all this, this far?<br /><br />If I had that one phone call, I would call God<br />And say, Hey up there, now its your turn<br />Can we switch places? I'm tired of this fraud<br />And maybe now there are bridges I could burn<br /><br />If I could see someone one last time,<br />That someone will be none but you.<br />So that I can laugh at your face, for<br />Foe, now I’m free, that’s the one thing true.<br /><br />If I had that one chance<br />Would I waste it all again?<br />Or will I give it one last glance<br />And smile at all the loss, all the pain.<br /><br />If I could sing a song<br />This would be the one<br />Of all the lost things on earth<br />All that’s between the moon and the sun.<br /><br />If I were to exist again, will I take the turn?<br />Will I live a little differently from what I’ve learnt?<br />Or will I merely follow the path that once I tread<br />And enjoy that tear you cry when I'm dead?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-5841440295713536781?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-17939480703833090092008-01-03T21:58:00.001-08:002008-01-03T23:02:51.278-08:00<div align="center">Sensibility was never a part of me<br />Unconditional love that I seek<br />Never meant to be free for anyone<br />I can never be someone else….but me<br /><br />I can modify, smile and pretend<br />I can be an up street mannequin<br />I can let you pull my puppet strings<br />I can be your love, your everything<br /><br />Is this what you always wanted<br />Someone who can always pretend<br />To like your work, your friends, your life<br />I can doll up and be a stepford wife.<br /><br />Back in school I would always daydream<br />Waiting for my own sweet prince charming<br />He would come and sweep me off my feet.<br />And then my life would be so complete.<br /><br />Then you came along and wooed me over<br />I thought god answered my prayer<br />You just turned out to be like some others<br />Never letting me be happy.<br /><br />I can sing, I can laugh I can always pretend<br />I can be your up street mannequin<br />I can act like I don’t care about my life.<br />I can be your love, your everything<br /><br />Is this what you’ve always wanted<br />Someone who can bat her eyelids and smile<br />At every joke, every thought, every thing you say<br />I can change my life to fit your way<br /><br />I can be an up street mannequin<br />I can let you pull my puppet strings<br />I can be everything you’ve dreamed off<br />I can forget my life and all I was.<br /><br />Is this what you always wanted<br />Someone who can always pretend<br />To like your work, your friends, your life<br />I can doll up and be your stepford wife</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-1793948070383309009?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425406688669059505.post-56588855844394406952008-01-03T21:58:00.000-08:002008-01-03T22:01:34.778-08:00<div align="center">How hard is it to be wanted? How hard it is to say no?<br />How many times can you turn and walk away?<br />How much courage do you need?<br />How much is it to be free?<br />When all the world is looking at you.<br /><br />Whats the price to be amazing?<br />How much should I pay?<br />For people to like and love this heart<br />What should I do today?<br /><br />Why can’t I be what I want to be<br />Shove the norms up where the sun don’t shine<br />Why cant I say things that come to my mind?<br />Instead of shutting up like its all fine<br /><br />Whats the fee to feel wanted<br />How much should I be paying?<br />For me to be happy and loved<br />What should I do today?<br /><br />Ive had enough, im so over<br />Im leaving all this behind<br />But where can I go that lets me be me<br />Guess theres no such land of the free<br /><br />Whats the price to be amazing<br />What should I do<br />Whats it like to be a normal being<br />Really, what should I do?<br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425406688669059505-5658885584439440695?l=songsaboutyane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>7-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/01405357692684193320noreply@blogger.com0