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Beth Hart 🎈

❝ She got a poet's spirit. She burns among the clouds. She never stops believing. She only dreams out loud. There's a jackpot on the dresser. She's smiling in the glass and if you need to kiss her... don't forget your stash. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. And she does it again with simple and brilliant desire and she gives it away and you're fascinated by..by her. She wears a million colors. There are rainbows on her soles. She got a sign above her that says, "I'm never growin' old"... You're askin' her to dance now, she spins a solid white light. She gonna' make love to you today, today and every night. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away and you're fascinated by..by her, by her. She may be waiting 'round the corner of your mind, but still, you know she's there, you can feel her inside. So don't forget about the reasons that she been brought you here. She's a miracle!... And she gives it away and you're fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away and you're fascinated by... And she gives it away and you're fascinated by..by her, by her...❞ 
...if you listening to her, once, she'll get in your soul immediately making you go through all the emotions of each accord, of each verse; her music is not just music, is an experience, is a state, is life, is love, is despair, is sadness...is all that's in each of us; the sum of all our feelings placed so well through words; each song is sung by her seems as if is just for you giving many emotions making a lot of shivers whenever you listen to Beth Hart, the artist which feels you... which slips easily into your senses improvising and whispering to you with understandable implicitly, something like... you know, in your situation, even me, i've been there... at a time...

feelin' good

To define entertainment, happiness, love or whatever,
it's better to be done, only at your own present time, isn't it?
I'm feelin' good. It's a Sunday kind of Love.
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Joe Bonamassa & Beth Hart

boom

a reply that you can give to someone is
one that's been expected, but for which
nobody asked you no question, —
it's similar, like a pause of 13 minutes
at a black coffee with an intense boom
spread on you, as after that, to realize
that the period of time of certainly one
dreaming of you, it'll look like a ghost
which screens you an unwanted notice,
error 404
🔥✍🏻😘
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ;₎₎

Eric Hutchinson & The Believers ft. Jessie Payo │ Luke Sital-Singh │ Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa │ Passion Coco │ L'Impératrice

caught out in the rain

Je T'Aime Till My Dying Day by Anna Koutsidou
I don't know what you think about me, but I say
with my hand on my fountain that I'm a river.
So please beautifully, come to my riparian valley.
Wash your eyes in my water, so you can see me
and to see yourself how handsome you are with
your reflection mirrored inside of my stream.
Look at me and let me those drops that know
how to dance an impeccable waltz with the time,
one that reinvents your face in my liquid mirror.
For being a river, I ask you to seat on my stones
and to listen to about how and who sings to you.
Walk with your dry soles in my water, everybody
to believe me when I'm talking about how perfect
is your silhouette, — but ignore all my doubts for
I dunno if I want you to swim in me for I'm afraid.
I'm too afraid I'll stop myself from my own course.
So better you taste my water so I can able to flow
in your body, upstream and downstream, shaking
in you and with your will, me to become your font.
I don't know what you think about me, but I say
with my hand on your fountain, that I am a river.
So please be nice. If you think of leaving me, it's ok.
Do it. You're already caught out in the rain with me.
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco⁽ᵏᴼᵏᴼ⁾
Beth Hart

love is a lie

Do you think that one candle will be enough
with its gentle and gracious light
to give a suitable nuance for our love's twilight?

Do you think that one song will be enough
to touch with gentleness our openness,
structuring new visions in this deep reverie?

Do you think that we could be absolved
by any culpability when the music wakes up
the shiver that shudders some senses?

Do you think I think that a new question
will be reformulated in a predictable answer?
∴∵
I think that nuanced was only the question
for our love got thru curtains' series, long time ago.

I think that one who believes this... finally will start
to compose new songs because of those visions.

I think that I could be a bit accused only for
the smile that you brought to me when you asked this.

And I think the perfect answer amid to any question
could be given with approximation
by someone who inspires you at a certain moment.
∴∵
Just a few words, an approach, — nothing more...
∴∵
[I never had you...], — [Is it sad?], — [Okay. I admit...].
And yet, sometimes, with a mental intensity could be created,
of course, only for a short time, a pleasure that could seem
almost physical, as if it's stolen from a time that acts
like a running into the eros of something totally luxuriously...

Hé‧hé‧hé... seems you already know this as long as you chose
to stay here slightly longer... intentionally... because
was and is very necessary still to use any vision, like equally
I needed, maybe as you to see me, to see you as well, even
if some would be happy to say about us that our love is a lie.
∴∵
So please deeply, be anything you want.
In me, any fiber greets you cheerfully.
My whole being adores you totally.
It's getting me drunk with all you offer
or all you don't offer me amid
any experiences or velvety dreams...
[after all, you are my muse][forevermore]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Chris Spheeris │ Beth Hart

well-well...

would you like a strong coffee
with two tiny teaspoons of truth
slathered in a sublime sonority?

well-well, all you heard about me,
it might not be only the truth, but
just a small part of what I did/do
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa

as sweet as a sin... chocolate Jesus

aussi doux qu'un péché 🎨 original cg-art © un p'tit je ne sais quoi ;₎₎ coco
I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes,
when you hold the fasting of me
demurely in your soul and mind
loving me till God and
looking humbled for the light
to find a smell of the saint of myrrh.

I'm as sweet as a sin
in your eyes, then,
when you waiting for dispensation…
that dispensation for love
without knowing if it'll come
this sweetness of godly thought
with the smell of books and innocence.

I'm as sweet as a sin and you…
you gotta be a chocolate Jesus
looking in the sinner inside you
knowing that it is not a miraculous icon
or healing source that could
heals you of me...

me............................as sweet as a sin…
✓✍🏻
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco ;₎₎ ⁽ᵏᴼᵏᴼ⁾

Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa

a good path through a deep blue mind

✓✍🏻🖌 ;₎₎ ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ⇄ KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ © un p'tit je ne sais quoi ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
dear reader‧‧‧, before throwing yourself
in the void of my thoughts and navigate
in all my dreamt and undreamt dreams
take with you the bow and arrows, —
my mind is a jungle;

by the way, — try to wing onto yourself
even a camera to immortalize anything;

develops the film to the spot on length,
width, up, down, and rotary, to observe
unnamed stars, nameless loves but so
deeply included in the essence of a story;

remark, — in this galaxy of my universe,
you gonna feel my mood inside you, as if
you've been lured under the spell of a
bad woman blues... — or you could have
the good/bad luck to find yourself when
you search for me or even to get lost;

if somehow will happen, follow the path
of the good and beauty and you'll be guided
back to the light‧‧‧, my soul is self-satellite
ᶜᵒᶜᵒoneᵈ in blue spectrum of the rainbows
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ⇄ KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ © un p'tit je ne sais quoi ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Beth Hart

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply