Top Shelf Life

Hes coming in real hot, a suited up hot shot.

He comes for that Monday meat.

A running rotation of high expectations

Spinning above the breakdown.

Weekends are wasteful, Resting is trifle

Cause money, it never sleeps.

Just hustlin all day, just livin for payday,

Does he not realize?

In the end when it all comes down

To the nitty and the grit

Is it truly of worth when its all said and done?

I think he knows he must break away before its too late

And hush, he is in the ground.

He wants this top shelf life but at what sacrifice?

He wants this top shelf life but it comes with a price.

Shes living her best life, the beautiful kept wife

Enjoying her golden cage.

Just diamonds and rosé, her daily buffet

Paid by her looks and style.

No working and all play dont know the weekday

She shops away any void.

Aside her Great Gatsby, in trade for her beauty.

Whos she on her own?

Stormy heaven, darkest blue and grey

Brewed of boiling clouds.

Lantern light spells yellow spots on paths.

Shadows dance, my steps their beat.

Small crescent moon drifting

Through curdled milky clouds.

Raven nags alarmed high above in the dark sky.

Foehn wind fools the winter's day.

How taste the clouds?

Like cotton candy? Crunchy on my teeth.

Crystals cover eyelashes, frozen tears.

How taste the clouds?

Like cotton candy? crunchy on my teeth

Crystals cover eyelashes, frozen tears.

17 JE FERME LES YEUX

Lyrics & Arrangement: Cécile Verny

Music: Andreas Erchinger

Je revois le bac à sable, le gazon, les bougainvillées.

Mes mains rougies par le roucou,

Je retrouve lodeur des frangipaniers.

Dès que je peux je ferme les yeux,

Pour revivre cette vie enfouie dans ma mémoire.

Je peux par jeu retourner là-bas,

Revivre toutes mes joies et mes déboires.

Dès que je peux je ferme les yeux,

Pour revivre cette vie enfuie dans ma mémoire.

Des souvenirs à fleur de peau

Qui toujours pour moi seront beaux.

Mon enfance au soleil, qui toujours en moi sommeille.

Perdus dans nos jeux si sérieux.

Oubliant le temps qui passe,

La nuit souvent nous surprend,

Lorsquelle tombe brusquement.

Les yeux fermés

Jentends mieux les cris de joie des enfants

Mêlés aux rires des parents.

Les amies deviennent des soeurs

Avec qui je peux aussi partager mes peurs.

Dès que je peux je ferme les yeux,

Pour revivre cette vie enfuie dans ma mémoire.

Je peux par jeu retourner là-bas,

Revivre toutes mes joies et mes déboires.

9 THE DREAM

Lyrics: Lindsey Blount Bernd Heitzler

Music: Cécile Verny Bernd Heitzler

Last night I fell asleep watching the news,

With hate, bombs, crime, starvation, and abuse.

I took all this and more into a deep dream.

The dream lead me someplace Ive never been.

I walked across a frightful rotting land,

Just death surrounded me.

No sunlight only grey and vicious shadows

It brought me to my knees.

I screamed

Was this our home?

Now only dust and bone,

Cold just like a stone.

I laid upon the dust in my deep grief,

And gazed upon the grim and broken sky.

Then suddenly felt moving from underneath,

And dug my hands so deep into the dirt.

I grabbed and pulled so long with all my might.

This thing it rose slowly.

Then finally broke the ground and overcame me,

A flash of blinding light.

A burst of light shot straight into the sky,

And flooded all the sad and lifeless land.

It summoned from below a luscious green.

This place, it changed, the light was in command.

There was a sense so strong,

It broke my inner fears

While watching this scene,

Arise from the ash and tears

This dream Im in gives me feelings of wonder

Or have I woken from the deepest slumber?

I touch, I smell, I see these things

Is this all really happening?

Or am I still caught up inside this dream?

Cause one day,

When all the beauty and the benefits will fade,

What will she have to show when its over and done?

I think she knows she must break away before its too late

And hush, she is in the ground.

She lives a top shelf life but at what sacrifice?

She gets this top shelf life but it comes with a price.

You post all the great parts, your life looks like fine art

Your profile online is great.

Clicking and scrolling, liking and loving

Each day brings lots of new friends.

Attractive and wealthy, always healthy

And sure to show off each day.

Its you and your smart phone, you never feel alone

In fact you feel satisfied.

But one day, when all the fake comes out,

Illusions and the fear

Is it truly of worth when its all said and done?

You outta know you must break away before its too late

And hush, youre in the ground.

Quit and leave top shelf life, no more sacrifice.

Stop paying this high price and go back to real life.

They live this top shelf life but at what sacrifice.

They get this top shelf life but it comes with a price.