"Invitation to Love" - CFCF

Invitation to Love
by Paul Laurence Dunbar 

Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene’er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it to rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Come when my heart is full of grief
Or when my heart is merry;
Come with the falling of the leaf
Or with the redd’ning cherry.
Come when the year’s first blossom blows,
Come when the summer gleams and glows,
Come with the winter’s drifting snows,
And you are welcome, welcome.

Via Poem-A-Day

"Wild " - Sun Children - Bibi

original track on guitar by me, hope you enjoy! 

“mama couldn’t raise a child, so she grew up o so wild / didn’t have an ego but she grew so evil o, mama couldn’t raise a child, so she grew up o so wild / didn’t know what to do wit the men up in her room - oh oh - 

where you go, where you go so late at night?

n i know..

mama you have got to fight..”

"Call Me" - Vows - Kimbra

FUNKALICIOUS!!! 

“nothing’s gonna bring us down” - Call Me 

- Kimbra’s new album, Vows, debuting May 22nd 2012 - 

http://www.kimbramusic.com/frontpage

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNHl8dSfd9k&feature=relmfu

^ Two Way Street ^

"To Let Myself Go " - It All Starts with One - Ane Brun

“to let myself go, to let myself flow, is the only way of being: there’s no use tellin me, there’s no use takin a step back, step back for me”

music by Ane Brun

http://anebrun.com/

"Black Flies" - Every Kingdom - Ben Howard

black flies on the window sill.

that we are, that we are, that we are to know..

winter stole summer’s thrill

and the river’s cracked and cold-

see the sky is no man’s land

a darkened plume to stay

hope it needs a humble hand

not a fox found in your place

/ 

and no man is.. an island.

this i know.

but can’t you see  - ? 

or maybe you were the ocean, when i was just a stone. 

//

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meditation_XVII

/ music by ben howard