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This is a new take upon an older song, not replacing it, but adding a different shade to it, a different context and a totally new song. I've written several stories based upon this same exact theme, as well as done painting, seems to be a theme that sticks with me.
Here is the old one: http://www.macjams.com/song/50915
Here is the old one: http://www.macjams.com/song/50915
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Lyrics
And they jumped (under the black umbrella)
The stood on the bridge, and they looked down, into the back, cold water
and they smiled, because they knew, where they had one and each other.
He took her hand, and she took his, as they climbed up on the metal.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
They flew away, from the swamp of nothing, they left nothing behind
and they flew like a dragonfly, until dawn. In the mist, they kissed like lovers do.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
They jumped and jumped again, that was their prose of life, as simple as it may sound
they loved to look into the sky, while jumping from the high, under their umbrella, they had formed their life and loved the way it was shaped, like a flower on the petal, like a diamond on a ring, like a jump from rusty metal.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
© MKN 2011
The stood on the bridge, and they looked down, into the back, cold water
and they smiled, because they knew, where they had one and each other.
He took her hand, and she took his, as they climbed up on the metal.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
They flew away, from the swamp of nothing, they left nothing behind
and they flew like a dragonfly, until dawn. In the mist, they kissed like lovers do.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
They jumped and jumped again, that was their prose of life, as simple as it may sound
they loved to look into the sky, while jumping from the high, under their umbrella, they had formed their life and loved the way it was shaped, like a flower on the petal, like a diamond on a ring, like a jump from rusty metal.
And they jumped, into the sky, and they flew, under their black umbrella.
In lust.
© MKN 2011
DWL
as always.
Particularly bleak this one though...
Cheers
Dick