Awed, Aware, and Alive, by Sophie J. Posey

Awed, Aware, and Alive

by Sophie J. Posey

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1.	The Best Time of my Life 05:33	lyrics	buy track
I had the best time of my life Talkin’ over and over About what opens us inside To all the quirks of life, and to each other. We’ve walked different paths of life From traumas to triumphs, Walking on cobblestones arm in arm and in heart. The best time with you was when we sat at that wine bar A night made of laughter, tears and dreams Sprouted in not so good food and delicious port. Oh je t’aime. Je t’aime. You made a space in my heart That keeps overfilling every day, every moment, As we stare at each other, with playfulness that’s always there With tenderness that sparkles in each other’s gaze. And with power that comes when you know you’re loved Forever, forever, forever. I had the best time of my life Talkin’ over and over About what strips us from all pretenses To each other’s goals and hopes. We’ve people watched including ourselves From painful hell to pure success, Walkin' across plazas with sore tender feet Happy to be just the two of us in a crowd Two hearts entwined as one. Oh je t’aime. Je t’aime. You made a space in my heart That keeps overfilling every day, every moment, As we stare at each other, with playfulness that’s always there With tenderness that sparkles in each other’s gaze. And with power that comes when you know you’re loved Forever, forever, forever. I had the best time of my life Talkin’ over and over About what strips us from all pretenses To each other’s goals and hopes. We’ve people watched including ourselves From painful hell to pure success, Walkin' across plazas with sore tender feet Happy to be just the two of us in a crowd Two hearts entwined as one.
2.	Stroll in Paris 06:24	lyrics	buy track
I'm going for a stroll in Paris To find joy again, I’m going for a stroll in Paris, To find liberty equality and fraternity. I go to Paris, To contemplate my life. And walking alongside la Seine, In my heart which glistened with pain. But can’t you see that my true values Are not found, are not caught but are there And how can I find the joy of living again. And how can I like the value of being myself. I can’t travel this road anymore. With these thoughts that aren’t mine. So I’ll go stroll in the south, With imposing mountains and the sea, Where the heat of the Midi travels through my body, As strongly as a smile, Oh can’t you see I need some liberty. Can’t you see that you need to go away, Leave me to explore my country as I search for peace of mind. What is wrong, Can’t you see That it isn’t me it's you. And your hold on myself. So leave me alone, Give me my liberty from yourself, If you’ve come to offer me lies, I will see right through you. And how I long to feel the light of the sunshine again, and again and again. How I long to feel the heat of joy in my skin, in my skin, in my skin. I’m going for a stroll in Paris, To open my world. I’m going for a stroll in Paris, To explore other regions, other cities where I can just be. I go to my country, To rebuild myself again. And walking everywhere I go In my heart which beats with fire anew. And how can I find the joy of living again. And how can I like the value of being myself. And now I can Go for a stroll where I want.
3.	The Charlatan 05:06	lyrics	buy track
Oh there he is, the Charlatan known for his cool Posturin' so smoothly, arms sprawled like he’s been doing This since the day he was born. He sits in his room, large as his smile And his lies His sheep flock to him, they see no wrong in him They adore Tony DuFontaine. His jacket’s mottled, with rips and tears to give him creds They lap it up so quick, relieved he’s just like them Because he thinks he knows everything. He’s the pied piper of lies Come from a podunk town No one knows what he truly wants Besides giving prophecies of hope and wit In exchange for money. Every so often, the charlatan shows his soft side When he goes out for a stroll in the vulnerable town In his saffron perfumed jacket he saves some leftovers for the birds And the homeless. With animals and the unfortunate he is himself with no trappings He is a raw shadow of his persona. Some nights he’s seen in the dusky shadow of twilight Cleaning up the carcasses of roadkill. Every so often he is caught actually caring Yes he seems to care for someone other than his own money god. Oh there he is, the Charlatan known for his cool Posturin' so smoothly, arms sprawled like he’s been doing This since the day he was born. He sits in his room, large as his smile And his lies His sheep flock to him, they see no wrong in him They adore Tony DuFontaine. So when he’s never seen again in the town And no amount of searching or private investigating Can turn him up, oh what to do? He’s left his flock so dependent on his falsehoods Predictions of an epicness that they truly won’t gain Because their life choices are too vain. He’s left them all bereft, and I must admit he shall be missed. The Charlatan
4.	They Say 02:26	lyrics	buy track
They say that we can And they say that we can’t We are like napkins they just throw away But how can we survive with nothing but bare promises. They say that we don’t need money to live That arts was our choice and so was starvation But they consume our soul like carrion eaters at a buffet. But if we didn’t exist the world would be a dreary place. They say they don’t want to pay for our art That it’s too expensive and not worth the cost But oooh, if we said that to them, they would scream in our face. They say that we’re many, the choice is infinite Our art is a product but not an essential need So that’s why they don’t want to pay us what’s worthwhile. They say be content with the little we get , Enjoyin' scraps like the bones thrown to dogs But we can’t pay our bills much less nurture the Muses. They say we should choose a sensible job Pay back our debts and student loans Become useful to society Art is frivolous and a waste of time. We’re stewards of the world, the creativity in each of us. We need respect, payment, time, and you to understand.

credits

released May 31, 2019

Sophie J. Posey ( composer): lyrics, vocals, horns
Charlie Pinedo: piano arranger
Chris Uminski: bass and drums
René Lopez (Atari Beat studios) : trumpet and mixing/mastering

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about

Sophie J. Posey France

She is a Rollins College alumna.
Sophie has been playing the piano for 16 years. Classically trained, she studied other musical genres, including jazz, world, folk and rock music. Sophie is a versatile composer. In the past, she has worked on multiple projects for clients, including short films and youtube videos.
Sophie has published her musical works in various magazines. ... more