The R&F – 8. Rockstar And Cigarettes

8. Rockstar and Cigarettes

What am I doing here? I promised myself just a couple days ago that I would never talk about you. It could not be happening again. I’m trying to write a new song for an imaginary diva, but it is you again.

My days are passing by the running hours that could not to save my energy for more that think about that beautiful girl that always came back to me. I’m a fail rock star, I know. What’s a boy without a muse? I’m not sure about, but I bet in a lyric without colors, a song with no rhythm.

You are free to say that nowadays I am like a poor writer, an immature man just saying words, a song to drop down at the parade. Oh, girl, I don’t want to be a cigarette burning at the street and suddenly, disappeared. You know, everybody knows: “I miss you”.

Oh my, Oh my,
What am I doing here?

Why did I suddenly disappear?
And honey why am I not with you?

I can see the world from where I am,
I can see you lost and you need a hand,
But right now, I just can’t reach you…

Ooooh I,
I was just a lost soul in this world…
Now I know…

Ooooh I,
I was just a wrong chord in your song,
I don’t belong…

Right here there’s nothing so different,
I just don’t have to pay the rent,
and i’ve seen people i missed so much

I’ve seen rockstars and presidents,
then I realized that I’m not meant
to live without your touch

Ooooh I,
I was just a lost soul in this world…
Now I know…

Ooooh I,
I was just a wrong chord in your song…
I just don’t belong…

Ooooh I,
I was such a lost soul in this world
Now I know…

Ooooh I,
I was such a wrong chord in your song…
I think I don’t belong…

Oh my Oh my
What am I doing here?
Why did I suddenly disappear?
Without saying goodbye to you?

My days have burned like a cigarette,
specially after we have met,
but right now I just miss you.*(Beeshop)

 David Felipe

(To be continued)

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The R&F – 7. Victoria Indie Queen

7. Victoria Indie Queen

 

That is over the time of walking alone over the pad of the dark hotel room. I agree when some people say I should to take it over. The magic time is gone.

Nowadays she couldn’t listen to the nice songs we used to listen together. She has a different group of friends to talk about things I would never know how to talk about. The girl I called muse is not a good inspiration anymore. I’m tired of trying to understand why my eyes still insists on wet my face when I sing the melodies that were made for her. It’s not fair, but it is just reality.

My indie queen continues to have a throne at the center of my living room and a pillow to rest for the days we could be nice to each other. You know my eyes, girl. You should be less exposed when walk with another guy.

Don’t listen to my songs, don’t call my name, and don’t remember me. But use to be happy like the days you needn’t any substance to smile at the nights.

Background sound mixing to my thoughts:

She used to be emo
But now she’s into old-school hardcore
And skinny men playing in indie bands
Are not her type at all

I used to know where she goes
After having her daily fashion class
But now she’s got new friends with lots of pot
They’re taking her from me…

And her hair is not short anymore
I’ll be there if you call me… remember those old times

A movie starring Steven Seagal
Eating chocolate-flavoured pop corn
You’ve never observed how perfect you were
Listening to Fresno

And now I see you drunk and wasted
Rytalin in one hand, the other searching for friends
That’s when you see, all you needed was me
… always there for you.

Victoria… she goes to wherever there are party lights
Sometimes she doesn’t see sometimes she’s hurting me
With her damn punk attitude
Victoria… she loves to walk alone across gun-fights
But there has never been a prettier indie queen
This throne was all set for you  *(Beeshop)

David Felipe

(To be continued)

The R&F – 6. Go on

6. Go on

 

That is the first time I’m trying to go out of the hotel room and searching a different and romantic way to say “I love you”. At the bottle of my heart, I know you really don’t care about. Ok, I’m out!

Under my skin there is just soft speech going through my veins and almost becoming a good song to an angel. I’m ok, sober and sad. You know my dramatic sense of humor after all the night being my muse. I don’t care about the silent night and the noise I’m doing shouting your name and disturbing the sleeping hours of the neighborhood.

Open the window, my girl! Come back, my queen – I am almost broken in pieces and my mouth try to say good words that could save what I called relationship one day. I’m not so successful, what put a part the opportunities of scandal.

I can see you.

You turn on the lights and just say:

Go away!

I can make you feel alive. You make me to feel alive. I’m sure. I want a recent picture of us. I’m trying not to say goodbye. But if you can’t: Go on!

I swallow my poor vocabulary, and the song insists on my mind:

And as I see you walk away
It blurries my eyes


I’ve got nothing left to say
Just a bunch of lies


‘Cause you don’t know
What you are doing
You say your love isn’t true
Well, you don’t know what it feels to be alone

Alone

So go on
Go on and see how long you can survive
Without the one that makes you feel alive
When you’re down down, down
So go on
So go on

So go on


And as my memories fade like polaroids
I see the dreams of both of our lives as they are destroyed
‘Cause you don’t know what you are doing
It isn’t as it seems
Well, you don’t know what it feels to be
Alone, alone

So go on
Go on and see how long you can survive
Without the one that makes you feel alive
When you’re down down, down
So go on
So go on

So go on *(Beeshop)

 David Felipe

(To be continued)