I won’t open up heart
Too much wider
No fairy tales, no expectations
So you can decide to slide
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin’ on
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin’ on
Tag: lagos-music-salon
SOMI: Last Song
If this were my last song
Would you listen closer?
If this were my last song
Would you lean in?
If this were my last song
Would you hum along?
If this were my last song
Would you try to remember everything?
The shape of my neck, everything
The size of my breasts, everything
The things you dislike, everything
My ego, my pride, everything
The sound of my scream, everything
The breath in between everything
The first song before everything
If this were my last song
I might just sing louder
If this were my last song
I would ask the band to slow it down
If this were my last song
We’d sing harmonies
If this were my last song
I would try to tell you everything
The times that I lied, everything
The days that I cried, everything
The lovers I knew, everything
My hungry nights too, everything
My grandmothers brave, everything
The last time I prayed, everything
The first song before everything
If this were my last song
If this were my last song
I’d thank the room,
The air and hearts around me
I’d breathe deeper and deeper
And hold the notes for a while
SOMI (ft. Ambrose Akinmusire): Brown Round Things
VERSE 1
They say she’s sweet
She walks the streets at night
They call her names
She offers her bosom and flame
They call her charming
Her moves alarming to passersby
She calls your name
But scowls just the same
[CHORUS:]
Brown round things for sale
Brown round things for sale