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By wistful Date: 2005 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.20.03.46.3921]] |
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This is the first song I've written, based on pondering the word "maybe". It's a standards-kind-a ballad, and the melody is as wistful as the lyrics... ==================== Every year it's always the same: Spring fever comes with a handsome new flame. April's ecstatic; singing in the rain! But by May's finale I'm alone once again... May: be good to me. Live up to my fantasy. Let this be the year he'll stay through May. May, be good to me. Longing for a long-term "we". Can't we find a way through May? Steamy summer nights just wilt me when I'm in my solitude. Walking through the streets alone just puts me in a wistful mood. May, be kind this time. Let this be the year that I'm through with searching, finally fine. Find a man who says he mine! Maybe this time, love will stay through May. |