info :
vocals - wawi navarroza
lyrics - allan hernandez
The Rising Tide
it's whispering scarlet-colored moments that take my breath away
and the swirling cacophony of dissonant voices cursing the days
to stroke the dying ember into the raging fire
teary-eyed scraping the recesses of the mind
it's dream ride carrying me through the rising tide
a carnival of tears, the reckless and the fierce
the passing of the years will never shelter me
from the bleak pictures of moments captured
not a smile, not even a last goodbye
and so it passes as everything must pass
like a light filtering through the brocken window
dissonant voices cursing the days, happy faces
hiding the restless and stroke them into a raging fire
teary-eyed scrapig the recesses of the mind
it's a dream ride carrying me through the rising tide
14 December 2009
the late isabel * carrying you like a baby
info: The Late Isabel - OPM (original pinoy music) goth band
this song may not be as 'catchy' as their My Favorite Things but listening to the lyrics and transitions of different sound, i really do prefer this much much more. sung by Allan Hernandez - lyric writer and guitarist of The Late Isabel.
Carrying You Like A Baby
what i say now, listen carefully now,
i whisper to you with a hollow breath now:
my hand pressed against your heart
the wicked hand gags your mouth
kissing stars...
and the mirror peers
surreptitiously now
cutting shards of glass
i am pain i am pleasure
i am the sound of silk against skin...
and now i start carrying you like a baby
and how you would cry like a penitent man
would i really want to love you now?
when how i could and would wound you now?
moonlight shines from your flushed skin
beautiful creature, you daze my heart
and you will calm my sorrow
beautiful blue-blanket girl
and i will hold on to you
till i bleed for you
this song may not be as 'catchy' as their My Favorite Things but listening to the lyrics and transitions of different sound, i really do prefer this much much more. sung by Allan Hernandez - lyric writer and guitarist of The Late Isabel.
Carrying You Like A Baby
what i say now, listen carefully now,
i whisper to you with a hollow breath now:
my hand pressed against your heart
the wicked hand gags your mouth
kissing stars...
and the mirror peers
surreptitiously now
cutting shards of glass
i am pain i am pleasure
i am the sound of silk against skin...
and now i start carrying you like a baby
and how you would cry like a penitent man
would i really want to love you now?
when how i could and would wound you now?
moonlight shines from your flushed skin
beautiful creature, you daze my heart
and you will calm my sorrow
beautiful blue-blanket girl
and i will hold on to you
till i bleed for you
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