"choosing my own colours" is my latest release!! it features 5 brand new songs & is available for both digital downloads & on hot pink vinyl.
pink
searching my horizon for that pink cloud
sky is clear and i don’t see a thing
but i feel the magic could come around
‘cause i feel the rustling of
a hummingbird’s wing
must admit the tide is slow in turning
must admit sometimes i just don’t care
but i feel the answer could float right in
‘cause i feel the rustling of
a hummingbird’s wing
searching my horizon for that pink stuff
sky is cloudy but sunset’s everything
and i feel the magic could come at last
‘cause i feel the trembling thunder
of a hummingbird’s wing
god-desse is my co-pi-lette (indigo mix)
i see nothing, but i hear something to say
beside me, it surrounds me in a way
and i want to, and it’s time
yes i want to, and it’s time
a whisper through a fontanelle of spheres
to advance or to abandon, the course is clear
and i want to build all kinds
yes i want to build all kinds
beckoning the unseen treasure
i get anxious, i get restless
intertwined, little signs
oh nearly imperceptible
iridescent, but accessible
i remember, i remember
Yours are Mine
i see nothing, but i hear something to say
mesmerizing, energizing, otherworldly
and i want to, and it’s time
yes i want to build all kinds, all kinds
unexpectedly, unobtrusively
unhesitatingly, unmistakably
red (revenge mix)
your words rang true to my ears
but the heart without the head
became unwise
you told me it was golden
but the truth is you’re just good
at telling lies
we hammered down the rocky road
the engine went on overload
we’d really got nowhere to go
that’s when the signal changed to red
i should have listened to my head
it’s more than over it’s just dead
turn the light off
turn the light on
you held me like a 1st place trophy
but trophy girls don’t really care
i let my fool romantic notions
lead me down the path of disrepair
those delicate filaments
of lust & love & wistfulness
(were) shocked into wires of avarice
that’s when my blood began boiling red
i swear your heart turned into lead
sometimes i wish that you were dead
turn the light off
turn the light on
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
i thought you were so talented
when you’re just mean-spirited
you left me hanging by a thread
someone should kick sense into your head
i thought you were perfect
but you gave me nothing but disrespect
your moral fiber’s just a mess
that’s why you brought us to the end
yellow
it gets me every time
it’s a slap in the face
and i end up crying
why oh why
the picture’s not even there
into the mirror i stare
i’m just that face in the crowd
the floor drops under my feet
and i stumble around
holding nothing in my hands
if all the world is my stage
then why am i all alone
in a corner behind the curtain
maybe it’s time to take a sharp left turn….
when one door closes, another one opens
another one opens, another one opens
forage for scraps on the heap
and i’m unable to sleep
because a little voice tells me:
“you’re in too deep”
there’s a rat in the attic
and another in my bed
but i’ve got to forge ahead
got to forge ahead
if i focus on before
where there are trinkets no more
i’ll leave tear stains everywhere
secrets kept from me
silhouettes I see
completely not under my control
maybe it’s time to take a sharp left turn….
when one door closes, another one opens
another one opens, another one opens
inflexibility catches both my knees
where are these gems
of which you speak
my mind is frantic, scattered
like a pool cue breaking the balls,
sending them in all directions
plain stones all about my feet
i see no signs, no paths, no twinkling
images creeping out from unknown hiding
kaleidoscope it’s time
to choose another pattern
i think it’s time to take a sharp left turn….
when one door closes, another one opens
your trajectory has now been diverted
When one door closes, another one opens
Another one opens, another one open
walk thru that door
walk thru that door
walk thru that door
fade to blue
when you first went away
my whole world turned to gray
the stars became old coals
and worn-out shoes
but the past slowly fades
and i’m a slightly different girl today
searching for a slightly
different hue
‘cause you won’t be there when i wake up in the morning
not the evening nor the next afternoon
but i’ve got no more grays to give to you
this time I want it all to fade to blue
you said you were heading out
to ride the summer trains
you’d be somewhere in the north lands
come-a june
if i’m not careful i’ll look down
upon that old deserted road
and start whistling that old
melancholy tune
‘cause you won’t be there when i wake up in the morning
not the evening nor the next afternoon
but i’ve got no more grays to give to you
this time I want it all to fade to blue
blue skies when the storms have moved along
blue eyes, not a single trace of tears
true blue is my true love
who will come some other day
when my love for you has finally disappeared
when the weather’s nice outside
i like to go for a country drive
but the demolition derby’s
what you choose
if i’m the ivy that’s entwined
upon the house along the vine
you’re the wildest wandering flower
i ever knew
‘cause you won’t be there when i wake up in the morning
not the evening nor the next afternoon
but i’ve got no more grays to give to you
this time I want it all to fade to blue
now i’ve got no more grays to give to you
this time i want it all to fade to blue