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This isnt a song per se.. It was an experiment in writing something from a different era and in a different style/genre.Its more like a melodic conversation to ones self,reminiscing ...or a song interspersed with spoken asides.Its a kinda 1940's Fred Astaire kind of thing.Part of an Idea I had for a movie outlineVersion 4 © John Westwood v1 sung I remember falling for you The breath you took awayThe pounding of my heart beat The “What happens if we meet?What if she looks my way?"Aside ..spokenI thought to myself ....... What would I sayIf she comes my way ...Will she feel it too?v2 sungI remember the toss of your headAnd the first words you ever said to me............The cute tilt of your chin, that funny little grinwhen you said....(Spoken with a chuckle )your name was Fredch SungI remember falling for you The breath you took away Aint it funny how the yearscant take that awayv Sung I remember how my hand shook when you said you’d like to danceI recall the taste of your lips When we started our romance(almost whispered with , maybe, a choke)Frederica was your name

hello dear,it's a pretty tight lyric...kinda spontaneous 'n' original...coolllll

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. This almost freaked me out when I started reading it. I have a poem in my book, now being published, called..."Just a Memory". I'll post it as a thread. Be careful. Don't hurt yourself, lol.

Just a memoryI remember youI remember the sound of your voice, your walk, your smileI remember the people we used to beI remember when truth was present, but now it’s been awhileI remember when you used to gently caress meI rememberI remember youI remember the broom you used, to sweep me off my feetI remember talks of devotionI remember ice cream sundaes, giggles and bedtime treatsI remember twinkling stars and nights of slow motionI rememberI remember youI remember me, I who no longer existed once there became weI remember quiet talks and candlelightI remember warm oil massages and “oh, baby wait, wait, wait…see”I remember not noticing when the cradling night gave way to daylightI rememberI remember youI remember you who studied my form, my words my every thoughtI remember anxiously waiting to see youI remember the energy, the fire, the fever we both caughtI remember the adventure of love tabooI rememberI remember youI remember when you knew exactly what I was thinkingI remember your relax, your cool, your easeI remember drowning in your words of honey, happily sinkingI remember your playful, the way you liked to teaseI rememberI remember youI remember when our flame flickered out, I watched us disappearI remember screams of belittling obscenityI remember when insecurity set in, wiping our passion clearI remember thinking our love would define infinityI remember when you started acting like I’m your enemyI remember when I missed you being a friend to meI remember

Quote:Just a memoryI remember youI remember when our flame flickered out, I watched us disappearI remember screams of belittling obscenityI remember when insecurity set in, wiping our passion clearI remember thinking our love would define infinityI remember when you started acting like I’m your enemyI remember when I missed you being a friend to meI remember I like this . Its kinda parallel to this one I didBased on a real event when the drink and jealousy made a bad matchTiger in the cage v4 ? Kip Marchetti BMI/JohnWestwoodAPRAhttp://www.songramp.com/mod/mps/viewtrack.php? ... 0097vThere was a loud crash of a Champagne GlassA bloody row thats gone to farIts too late they gotta Make a breakIts Gone too far and Left a scarbrignore the pain called Heartacheshed the load, that heavy weightchIts time to chain the tiger in the cagewhat love there was, is buried by the rage.its time to chain the tiger in the cageno going back, its time to turn the page.brthere were Bad dreams so many manic scenesbut now Kids are gone , no need to carry onchIts time to chain the tiger in the cagewhat love there was, is buried by the rage.its time to chain the tiger in the cageno going back, its time to turn the page.bryou wonder why the neighbours dont complainThey hear too much ( it ) always sounds the samechIts time to chain the tiger in the cagewhat love there was, is buried by the rage.its time to chain the tiger in the cageno going back, its time to turn the page.