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of those from David's line
The melancholy chords come not by accident
But by the muses in my veins
The muses in my pains
The answer is art
The answer is art

I'm struck by cupid
I finally found my muse and
It's always been you
All along
It's not enough to say I admire your mind
Or how pretty you look when

muse, I'm not your fool
The game you play was rigged
And for that reason it went to pieces
Look at what you did
I'm not your muse, I'm not your fool

You my only muse for long time
And I'm being cursed by my crime
Hatred is blocking your shine
I hope you'll be fine
Cuz I'm losing my mind

I know

I want to be a poet
And immortalize my muse
But all I've ever been's a wannabe
Except to you
You tell me all I've gotta write
Is nothing but

muse
We would drive down to the peer, make love to you
Now and again I still feel you next to me
Even when my passenger seat is empty
I don't think

See round here you gotta mumble
'Cause these hoes is like Dumbo
Boy these hoes is cut throat
Stop talkin' when you cuddle
I be by the plug though

You read the news, you've seen the paper
I guess you know the score by now
It might be fashion, a crime of passion
Anything that draws a crowd

(Okay… hahaha… okay!)
Glasses colored like roses
For photos with fake poses
You lost yourself outside yourself
And now all that you know is
Glasses

the phone go prr prr
I'm in the air now I'm in flight mode
Take a photo never solo
I'm in the air now I'm in flight mode
When the phone go When the phone go

the show will begin

I don't wanna be here
And you don't want to be me
Photo-sonic nightmares
Chasing my sanity

Taken all apart and sell us by the pound

Bless me
Written by : Francis Nkade Kum


O’boy na me Akenzo oh ohh
Cameroon baddest

Em
Levels don catapult 
Yesu don bless me ehh
Now everywhere I

O dubiety
E'er lugubrious
Thy diffusing mist
That environs me
Gloomily persists
By the iron gate
My accursed fate
Becomes preposterous
On this dark

It's been a minute
So we gotta get it
I'm winning by a mile
This ain't a photo finish I got
Big records
Bout to set a guinness
I'm winning by a mile

For Mr. Thomas

Van Morrison

The Philosopher's Stone

1998

From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As I sit drinking famously in an Irish bar
Five thousand miles

it rains or shines 'cause I'll be by your side
For the record, you're my treasure and you'll always be my muse
There's nowhere else I'd rather be

to the music?

(Oh! So cool!)

I have been waiting for you, Persephone, for so long.
cnd you brought a muse.
Hi... lovely tune by the way. 
Can't remember

precious
You know I left them in a box by the Goodwill bin

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say

fou de l'écriture
je me pose la question, mais j'ai besoin d'une muse
les vrais savent qu'on a besoin d'une muse, les vrais écrivains ont besoin d'une

Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot

I'll be fine by your side
And everytime I see that pretty little face and I look into those eyes 
Your eyes, they

Make me an offer that I can't refuse
I

farther every minute like there ain't no limit
I won't give in 'til I'm on the top, I promise you, mom - I won't stop
You're kinda muse to me 'cause I

Ivory woman she's been playing
Songs she only knows
Every night she keeps on singing
By herself in the shadows

Ivory Woman where are you? Have you

all shine out loud

Chasing the sound or flesh by the pound
Choose what you choose follow the muse
Holding it down, down, down
Unite all the sound