Story Behind The Song
It's a song about the incredibly wonderful and blessed life I've lived and STILL live. As usual we always use normal western instrumentation and English lyrics but incorporate and feature either our Middle Eastern instruments or vocals in six other languages. Those traditional instruments help express the emotions in this song and all of our songs.
Michael Beach
Song Description
We took the story of my life, made the lyrics poetic, and used modern musical instruments but featured the Middle Eastern oud, def (Middle Eastern frame drum) and the mizmar (Middle Eastern oboe / horn).
It's ethereal and exotic but the lyrics speak about all of our lives.
Two lines are very special. " the miles we've traveled for one kiss " (all the things we've done for love) and " many dogs have licked my face " (I've always had a dog in my life and I can measure my life with the dog that was in my life).
Song Length |
4:52 |
Genre |
World - Middle Eastern, World - Middle Eastern |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Engaging, Gracious |
Subject |
Relationship, Life |
Similar Artists |
Brothers of the Baladi |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
What do you do with all the stories?
Joy and laughter and the bliss
Remembering all the loves you've loved
The miles you've traveled for one kiss
Many dogs have licked my face
Eternities around an open flame
Desert moons smiled upon my journey
Magic stages called my name
Different places - we thought time & love never die
Different faces - just become a piece of the rhyme
All the stories - we collect are fragments of time
Each sweet song - a disconnected piece of the rhyme
Drenched in passion - drunk with love
Drums and rhythms out of time
You can see this is what we do
Light the dream and let it shine
All the ' love you forevers '
Mean so much when hearts are young
But the words seem to change their meaning
Every time this song is sung.
Different places - we thought time & love never die
Different faces - just become a piece of the rhyme
All the stories - we collect are fragments of time
Each sweet song - a disconnected piece of the rhyme.
Piece of the Rhyme........