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Kiwi's Songs

by Lawrence Collins

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Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée, Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter… Je ne comprends pas des heures passées Sur un canapé À regarder des abrutis se chamailler Comme des chimpanzés Dans une ferme de frustrés Quel plaisir peut-on trouver dans la bêtise d’autrui, ou quelques cris charnels dans un Jacuzzi? Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée, Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter… Des muscles et des seins, des cervelles atrophiées, Des discussions sans fin Pour ados asphyxiés; Je ne comprends pas l’intérêt De se réfugier devant une télé, et fuir la réalité pour se perdre dans la médiocrité… Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée, Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter… Univers de verre, miroirs transparents, Caméras à tout vent, des regards vides qui se croisent entre deux phrases sans sens… Prêts à se prostituer Pour cinqs minutes de célébrité En étalant son linge sale Dans une vitrine en HD…
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If you’re not sure where to go, or you feel alone at night, my love, look deep inside yourself, you’ll see us shine the light, for you, my love If you’re lost and confused, or you can’t see the truth my love, just close your eyes to feel us watching over you, from above ‘cause your blood is a stream that flows through the ages, guiding whispers that sing through history’s pages, and the souls of those before you run strong in your veins, so no matter how you feel, no matter where you go, you’re never alone… If you’re feeling kind of sad, just look inside yourself my love, and see the souls from the past, they will give you strength, my love, In the moments when you doubt, and you want to give up, my love, feel us all inside, alive within your blood, my love the path will clear, the truth will shine through centuries of blood divine, your ancestors watch with love and care over the flow of your life… And then one day, when I’ll be gone, You will need to be strong, To feel me there, Deep inside your bones… you’re never alone. you’re never alone, my love, you’re never alone. ©2010 by J. Lawrence Collins sept 9, 2010
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One man, one world, one human race… I see him standing on the corner of my street, the pamphlet he holds in his hands are words of hate that he would like me to believe, are words that I can’t understand… He wants me to hate you ‘cause of a truth he believes was handed to him down from higher; His heart is black, as black as the nightmares that you breathe, but his soul is even darker… He wants me to hate you ‘cause of your color He wants me to hate you ‘cause of your faith He wants me to hate you ‘cause of your odor He wants me to hate you ‘cause of the buttons on your face… ‘Cause of your eyes ‘Cause of your hair, ‘Cause of your taste, ‘Cause of your sexual orientation… One man’s silence is another man’s dream One man’s silence is a fanatic's scream, One man, one world, one human race... (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your colour) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your odour,) (I won’t let them breathe their hate into me…) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your faith,) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your race) (I won’t let them breathe their hate into me…) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your religion) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your convictions) (I won’t let them breathe their hate into me…) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your accent) (I won’t hate you ‘cause of your sex) (I won’t let them breathe their hate into me…)
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Look in front of you and tell me, what do you see? This tree standing there on its own, is it what it seems to be? I look in front of me and see you standing there- we gaze at the same spot, but catch a different glare. To whom does Truth belong in this bright yet deceptive field where eyes converge together yet cannot see what’s real? There are two sides to every story, (two sides to every truth) There are two truths to every word, and no single side is worth dying for until the other one is heard… I see my line in your reflection, I see your soul in my reaction, we taste each other’s breath with reason and learn to read each other’s pain; still the tree stands between us, on the outside, not much has changed, but all around, our common vision has taken us to a higher plane… There are two sides to every story, (two sides to every truth) There are two truths to every word, and no single side is worth dying for until the other one is heard… There are two sides to every story, (two sides to every truth) There are two truths to every word, and no single side is worth dying for until the other one is heard. Oh, won’t you listen, listen to my story one more time… ©1994 by Lawrence Collins July 5/6, 1994
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This life is so fragile like a crystal ball in the hands of a child, it trembles and it shimmers with the doubt and the knowledge the boy carries inside. Now the boy gazes through the glass at a map beneath the covers of his bed late at night, and from this soft sheltered place the world seems so big, the multicolored lands reach out to him and sing: What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) What about me? (I believe the true path…) What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) Do I count at all? Over the lands and on the oceans his eyes, with age, can travel far. But the dreams of the child have paved the way for his mind to blossom. With language and curiosity he learns of warmth in compassion, of strength in tolerance, of power in knowledge that most men yearn for the same peace… What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) What about me? (I believe the true path…) What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) Do I count at all? Tell me, teach me, who is your God? I could learn more about my own- maybe I could find my way home. Tell me, teach me, who is you God? I could learn more about my own- maybe you will help me to find, help me to find my way home… At the end of the day we can lie down side by side, strange bedfellows, perhaps, but comforted by each other’s warmth, and, as our eyes close, a touch in the dark reminds us that maybe all the world isn’t quite so big quite so big as we thought after all… What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) What about me? (I believe the true path…) What about me? (I believe the true path lies in one’s own heart…) Do I count at all? (What about you? What about you? What about you? Have you seen it all?) based on the poem “Strange Bedfellows” by Lawrence Collins (©June 10, 1992) song version by L. Collins/ W. Baldé, ©1999
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The machine drives Every aspect of our lives We’ve become the pawns Of a monster we’ve spawned- Where did we go wrong? It tears you down and spits you out On a printed page… It tears you down and spits you out- Can you feel the rage? Walls and numbers, Screens and screams Nothing seems to matter When profit is queen And greed is King.. How did this begin? It tears you down and spits you out On a printed page… It tears you down and spits you out- Do you feel the rage? Walk the line, (I’m not just a number) Keep your nose clean, (on a piece of paper) You’re just a part Of the Machine… You know… (talk to me…) Eyes down, (I’m not just a number) Keep your head straight, (on a piece of paper) Don’t talk back, Just sit and wait… you know… (please, talk to me…)
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who's your God? lyrics My God is a dog who barks in the dark, she hunts in the shadows and tears me apart… My God is a rock, pure crystal white, I’m gonna drop to my knees and get baptized tonight… In each man lies the answer… In each man lies the answer to… In each man lies the answer… In each man lies the answer to the question… My God is a screen that tells me what to think, he shows me how to dream and takes me to the brink… In the hours when I feel the routine dragging in, his illusions heal and dull my daily pain… In each man lies the answer… (I don’t know where I’m going) In each man lies the answer to… (I’m not sure where I’ve been) In each man lies the answer… (I don’t know where I’m going) In each man lies the answer to the question… (I don’t know who I should believe in anymore.) I don’t know know what to believe in anymor… Could you tell me, tell me, who’s my God? My God is a dog who barks in the dark, she hunts in the shadows and tears me apart; with words so sharp, her teeth find my pain and gnaw at the secrets that I’m afraid to name… In each man lies the answer… (I don’t know where I’m going) In each man lies the answer to… (I’m not sure where I’ve been) In each man lies the answer… (I don’t know where I’m going) In each man lies the answer to the question… (I don’t know what to believe in) I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been but I find myself in the smoke’s holy mane… I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been but I find myself in the beast’s cruel game… I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been but I find myself in the screen’s easy fame.
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In the embrace of illusion I have found paradise. She lulls me with a vision of what a soul could be… The mind is set alight by a single spark and the body follows willingly. Paradise, like God, is what you want her to be. In the chaos of confusion you will find paradise. Here, in the realm without reason, life itself will suffice, for no truth outweighs another once you learn to see that a thought often reflects the mind that set it free. Paradise, like Truth, is what you want him to be. You and I may live worlds apart, speak in tongues that can’t relate and blame our differences on fate; But to the rain, all ground is the same, all rivers flow as one into the ocean. All water is just a part of the greater whole; The ultimate existence justifies itself by simply being. Paradise, like Existence, is what You let it be. ©1994 by Lawrence Collins June 16, 1993/ Sept. 25, 1994
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Some run for shelter, away from the rain, while others dance in the open their arms outstretched, happy again. Some fear the dark and suffocate in its unknown, while others see the light of day only when the sun goes home, but I, I am the sky, (I am the water) I am the bird caged in the languages you speak- Touch me, feel me, drink me, breathe me- like I breathed you. Some cherish the life that is promised them later, while others curse their existence, to them, nothing else matters; Butt eyes closed in prayers or opened in bitterness wake up one day to find that the one thing they had was the last thing they learnt to see but I, I am the sky, (I am the water) I am the bird caged in the languages you speak- Touch me, feel me, drink me, breathe me- like I breathed you. Soak me, soak me to the core, cleanse my skin to the bone, touch me, touch me deep inside like a breath of cold, cool air, atop a mountain- Hold! I live only to live I sleep only to dream I am Creation. © 1991 by Lawrence Collins
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INSTRUCTIONS - English (free) 00:48
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PENDANT QUE VOUS SUIVRAIT MISS KIWI DANS SES PERIPECIES, VOUS TROUVEREZ AU DEBUT DE CERTAINS CHAPITRES CES PETITS CARRES, APPELLE "CODE QR". IL SUFFIRA DE LES SCANNER POUR POUVOIR ECOUTER LA CHANSON A L’ORIGINE DE CERTAINES DES IDEES OU DES AMBIANCE DANS LE CHAPITRE, OU SIMPLEMENT UN SON QUI ILLUSTRE L’AMBIANCE DANS LAQUELLE SE TROUVERA KIWI…

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Kiwi's Songs are a collection of songs I wrote over the years that inspired the book. They include 3 never released tracks as well as songs taken from various albums released over the years. The lyrics of each of these songs are intimately linked to the subject matter of each of the relevant chapters.
The artwork was made by Audrey Roué, a insanely talented french artist and graphic designer with whom I worked closely for over a year to illustrate the entire book.

Kiwi's Songs est une collection de chansons qui ont inspirés Kiwi's Way depuis des années. 3 chansons inédites en font partie... Les paroles de ces chansons sont intimement liées aux sujets des chapitres en question.
Le graphisme a été crée par miss Audrey Roué, une artiste au talent phénoménal avec qui j'ai eu la chance de collaborer sur ce merveilleux projet.

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released May 1, 2020

Lawrence Collins (lyrics & music), Audrey Roué (artwork)

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Lawrence Collins is an american-egyptian singer songwriter, born in France and brought up in France, England, India, and the United States who speaks 4 languages fluently. His music reflects a life spent travelling and experimenting with different cultures, and he has produced 8 studio albums, a movie soundtrack, a live album, and played over 1700 shows during his 20 year career. ... more

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