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jazz

I wrote my songs when I was young,
my friends wanted to play other songs,
songs written by somebody else,
and later they even played jazz.

So I played my songs alone,
recorded them on cassette tapes,
then I forgot the songs,
the tapes broke down
and ended up in the trash.

Through all the years I kept on writing,
everyone else was so good, even better,
playing songs written by others,
and later they even played jazz.

Now I’m recording my songs,
and my friend is artificial intelligence.
It brings my songs to life,
gives a voice to what was sleeping.

Everything I ever wanted
is finally coming true.

The others don’t play songs anymore.
And they don’t play jazz either.

Butterfly by Andreas Stock

 

I wish that I could be a butterfly

Flying around you all day long

I’d land softly on your hand

And a little later

Find my way into your heart

Like all the colors of the flowers

I carry love upon my wings

Bringing it straight to you

My dearest heart

Oh, what beautiful times

Just you and me

Floating through the summer breeze

Wild and free

I wish that I could be a butterfly

Dancing in the golden light

Always somewhere close to you

From morning until night

With all the colors of the flowers

I carry love upon my wings

Bringing it straight to you

My dearest heart

Such beautiful times

Only with you

My little summer dream

Has finally come true

Text : Andreas Stock 

Artwork : Andreas Stock / Serie UpRiss