Reborn

It’s coming around — the scent of your friendship

Though now it tastes so bitter

May I tell you, through my own musicianship

What you made turn blitter

This is the end, my friend

Whenever I think of it — that’s the end

The end of our creation

It’s coming around — the scent of your friendship

But somehow, it cuts even deeper

May I speak now, through my own musicianship

What you made turn blitter

Even though

We both know

That we love each other so,

How on earth did we go amiss

When our life was full of bliss?

I sigh, cry, and look up to the sky

And tell myself — P.S. I wonder why

All we’ve got is to still stray

Now you’re no longer here

I’m missing you so much, my dear

I’m looking forward to the coming year —

Lighter, brighter, with sunshine clear

(The Four Seasons’ Cadence)

The four seasons’ cadence

By your love, full of promise and grace

Let my heart be freed by my will

And begin the time to be reborn

The four seasons’ cadence

By your smile, was full of wonder and grace

Let my soul find rest in the hush

And begin the time to be reborn

The wind blew down

The stones of Peyrollerie Street

Those nights we shared

On the paves of Peyrollerie Street

The four seasons’ cadence

By your gaze, was full of faith and grace

Let my heart be freed by my will

And bless the time to be reborn

The foam of waves,

Your figure in the sand

Reminds me of that summer day — hand in hand

Your fluttering sarong, and your eyes

Mingling with the sea

I could not desire much more

Than that summer day on the sand

But thoughts grow grave

And pull me behind —

Reminds me of that summer day — hand in hand

Your fluttering sarong, and your eyes

Mingling with the sea

I could not desire much more

Than that summer day on the sand

Sweetheart, between the sky and the sea

When your hair is streaming in the wind

I’m just so glad to be

Your fluttering sarong, and your eyes

Mingling with the sea

I could not desire much more

Than that summer day on the sand

Sitting on the train of life

Talking ’bout the way that time flies

Yearning while I watch it pass

Feels like living in the wild, like Dinah

Sitting on the train of life

Talking ’bout the way that time flies

Hoping for a softer ride

Feels like living in the wild, like Ella

Walking through the scene, you paint your will

This live-long ride leads to free will

Sitting on the train of life

Talking ’bout the way that time flies

Leaning on a fleeting sigh

Feels like I became the wild, standing by

I woke up every day

In the hope of being sure

That everything would unfold as planned

And even more — though not the way you’d choose to keep —

Just hold the headland, and make it real

I woke up each day

Knowing nothing comes

Without great labor, just as planned

And even more — though not the way you’d choose to keep —

Just hold the headland, and make it real

Face your fears

And let them flee

Step beyond those fears

And begin to feel free

So sail away

Though the winds may weep

There’s more to gain than what you fear to lose

And even when the skies are hard to read

Just hold the headland — and let it lead

The Man Who’s Smiling

He was born in the winter

One day before Christmas

His name means the man who’s smiling

The ringing carillon

One day before Christmas

Announced the arrival of the man who’s smiling

Your coming to this world

Is not ephemeral

As the snow falls

We had long waited for

Your coming to this world

Is not ephemeral

As the snow falls

We had long waited for

Your life is now beginning

I wish you the best for what’s coming

Isaac — you’re the man who’s smiling.

Description de l’élémentEvery day, Ronald makes his song

Right on cue when the time clock gongs

You’ve got thirty seconds to wash your hands and count your box

In order to sell some kind of “Best Of” —

That’s how the fast food working day goes

Every day, Ronald makes his song

When the drive-thru barks a tone

The headset buzzes like a broken saxophone

You flip, you pour, you slide, you wrap the tray —

That’s how the fast food working day goes