this song is mad inspiring...
composed by Zaion
album: Nomadic Journals
written by Shing02
mp3 is on Shing02's website: e22.com/shing02
I'm staring through the window
at the people staring through the window
laying in my comfy bed made of velour
while the summer sun steals its colour
the town emanates a cool allure
as the reflections of automobiles
criss-cross in all directions
as the years go by in bars of sevens
the revving of the hood sound more sophisticated
streets get paved, bricks crushed or saved
mom & pops fade to malls and arcades
then a pair of bright eyes caught my attention
curiosity and wonder in his sockets
change in pockets rang when he walked in
he spoke to the owner who greeted him solemnly
nerves seemed to tighten suddenly,
manners demure, the boy left hurriedly
but he walked by everyday to check on me
like a telescope with a token
then one day the owner put a red tag on me
the next time the boy came, he looked heartbroken
but he still came everyday to check on me
sometimes in a rush on a bike passing by,
other times he would stop, just to say hi
one time he stooped and let out a sigh
I'm staring through the window
at the people staring through the window
laying in my cozy bed made of velour
when the autumn leaves lose their colour
the town emanates a sad allure
as the collections of autographed
baseball cards lost the boy's affection
as the months blew by he grew a bit taller
the clothes that he wore looked more outdated
'cause when he got paid, every penny he saved
working two shifts in malls and arcades
then one day the boy came in with a bang
crisp bills on the counter and begged the old man
the owner came over and took off the tag
letters in the trash bin read "sold"
the boy's smile brighter than a truck full of gold
the old man gave the boy a wink and a nod
got wrapped in a new cloth, packed in a box
strapped to the saddle of a bike with care
scared at first of the fresh air,
and we're off on a bumpy road
a ride through a tunnel of evergreens
past the fanciest manors you've ever seen
cruise into the flats by the post office
but the lift was closed with a note on it
ran up the flight of stairs to the sixth floor
swung open the front door, into his room
set me on a table made of maple
hooked up the cables and flipped on the toggle switch
the electricity tickled, and triggered a flashback
which led me to giggle in the form of a little buzz
with a nice fuzz, a timid finger played a note
two pluck a melody, three strike a chord
actually, I was a monophonic keyboard
one key was sticky, another intermittent but he didn't seem to mind
after all, it was a fateful find for each other
the boy wiped me up and down and he said,
"we can make beautiful music together"
I'm staring through the window
at the birds staring through the window
laying in my comfy bed made of velour
while the winter frost spreads its colour
the town emanates a happy allure