Continuing the Sounds on Thursday blog post series with ‘Willy’s Song’ by Michel Montecrossa,
WILLY’S SONG
Willy was a poor boy, he wore second-hand clothes. Willy was a mother’s son workin’ alone so hard. He had not father but it would not matter if he had.
Willy had a brother, he too was never corrupt. They stayed in an old cabin, sometimes they called it a “Pub”. Willy had no money but he wouldn’t be different if he had.
The gang he was in had nothing to laugh. Yet cops could not knock out the light in their hearts. Willy had a light and that indeed mattered much.
Willy loved a girl, she always slept in a park. She was young and was burnin’ and her fire belonged only to Willy. Willy gave her all and more and he was rich in her love.
That’s the tale of Willy. It’s not a long one, you know. But somehow his story is the bravest one in the world. Yes, Willy was living and I hope you do it too.
All Michel Montecrossa Paintings and Drawings are available as High Resolution Digital Art Prints on canvas, either in standard-size A1 (59,4 cm x 84,1 cm) or on demand in other formats.
Read here about the ‘LOOKING FORWARD’ Art Exhibition 2017/2019 of Michel Montecrossa’s new paintings and drawings at the New Art Gallery in the Filmaur Multimedia House (Danziger Str. 1, 82131 Gauting, Germany, Filmaur@Mirapuri-Enterprises.com )
Read here about ‘THE ENERGY OF ART’ ART EXHIBITION of Michel Montecrossa paintings and drawings at the Mirapuri New Art Gallery (Mirapuri-Coiromonte, Italy)
Song & Lyrics Spotlight: read the lyrics &listen to ‘Willy’s Song’ byMichel Montecrossa taken from his ‘The Healing Power’ Concert live-album that you can read about here and download here from iTunes
Willy was a poor boy,
he wore second-hand clothes.
Willy was a mother’s son
workin’ alone so hard.
He had not father but
it would not matter if he had.
Willy had a brother,
he too was never corrupt.
They stayed in an old cabin,
sometimes they called it a “Pub”.
Willy had no money but
he wouldn’t be different if he had.
The gang he was in
had nothing to laugh.
Yet cops could not knock out
the light in their hearts.
Willy had a light and
that indeed mattered much.
Willy loved a girl,
she always slept in a park.
She was young and was burnin’
and her fire belonged only to Willy.
Willy gave her all and more
and he was rich in her love.
That’s the tale of Willy.
It’s not a long one, you know.
But somehow his story
is the bravest one in the world.
Yes, Willy was living and
I hope you do it too.
Tell me girl: Are you ‘Yes’ or ‘No’,
or have you found the middle?
Tell me girl: Are you unbound
or do you move in circles?
It’s your mind. It’s your heart.
It’s the whisper. It’s the star.
Tell me girl: When I saw you there,
was it you or was it a shade?
Tell me girl: Do you know ’bout war,
or do you know more?
It’s the world. It is strange.
It’s old and it’s lame.
Tell me girl: Are you here or there,
or are you just on holiday?
Tell me girl: Can we really say
there is something that will always stay?
It’s the bomb. It’s the tomb.
It’s the fun. It’s the one.
Tell me girl: Are you true, are you real,
or do you have something of the all-out kill?
Tell me girl: Are you cool, are you free
when you are doin’ it with me?
It’s your hand. It’s my thing.
It’s your body. It’s my dream.
Tell me girl: Are you ‘Yes’ or ‘No’,
or are you tryin’ your fantasy show?
Tell me girl: Is it the whirlin’ wheel,
or is it a door and you are the key?
It’s your way. Touch of the ray.
Word to say. Reason to stay.
Description: Lost In War – Digital Art by Michel Montecrossa
The third blog article of the Song & Lyrics Spotlight series features Michel Montecrossa’s New-Topical-Song ‘Refugees Blues – Flüchtlinge Blues’
Download here this and many other great songs from Michel Montecrossa’s ‘Rettet Die Willkommens Kultur’ New-Topical-Song Concert for Peace and Integration
REFUGEES BLUES – FLÜCHTLINGE BLUES
Refugees all over the world.
Flüchtlinge überall auf der Welt.
Refugees: What do they tell?
Flüchtlinge: Was sagen sie uns?
Compassion – Erbarmen!
No killing – kein Töten!
Embracing – umarmen!
No war, but peace!
Refugees in the neighbourhood.
Flüchtlinge in der Nachbarschaft.
The beautiful eyes full of fears.
Die schönen Augen voller Angst.
Compassion – Erbarmen!
No killing – kein Töten!
Embracing – umarmen!
No war, but peace!
Refugees and the world of tomorrow:
Flüchtlinge und die Welt von Morgen:
Listen all ye people, don’t you hear?
Hört all ihr Leute, hört ihr nicht?
Compassion – Erbarmen!
No killing – kein Töten!
Embracing – umarmen!
No war, but peace!
Refugees like you and me,
Flüchtlinge wie du und ich,
torn between greed
and worldwide vision.
zerrissen zwischen Gier
und weltweitem Wissen.
Compassion – Erbarmen!
No killing – kein Töten!
Embracing – umarmen!
No war, but peace!
Love & Freedom we all need.
Liebe & Freiheit brauchen wir alle.
Love & Freedom are our goal.
Liebe & Freiheit sind unser Ziel.
Compassion – Erbarmen!
No killing – kein Töten!
Embracing – umarmen!
No war, but peace!
