Before my eyes old pictures flee a red brick house on shaded street a midday sky of crystal blue a single rose bush and birds that flew.Echoes heard from far off pastall the whys we dared not asksentiments that once were feltand love that thawed to slowly melt. How...
A summer eveningin Paradise I’m here aloneand think how nice it would have been if you were here to feel the sea breeze in the air.To stroll along the shoreto see the sun go downto walk back to the pierand wander into townalong the way to watchlovers passing...
When walkin’ down a one-way street lookin’ for a two-way love watch the signs along the way and stop before push gets to shove. Knockin’ on closed doorstappin’ on blind windowswhen they stay shut tightmove on and leave the limbo.When...
Don’t butter me up, baby I am not a whole wheat toast I am not your raisin bagel or spring chicken roast.I am not a chunky duckor pancakes that you stackI am not your honeybunor red potato baked well-done. Don’t butter me up, babydon’t flirt if you don’t mean...
Just another beautiful day at the OC Recording Company neighborhood with my darlings. Make music not a mess. Subscribe to our channels OC Recording | Kira Fulks | A Studio Strength
Painting No. 25
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