"Otsukimi" by Frances de Leon
SHAKESPEAREAN, I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys
Explosions occur every heartbeat
An undying spiral of desire stirs
Cracking walls, thumping on every drum beat
My Wings spread, clinging to the fondness that spurs
My being conforms to any shape or form you need
For as far as how you want your coffee brewed
How much dust I’m able to exceed
Or the inevitability of rust I’d subdue
Chambers of the secrets to my heart go erratic
Memories of you, a reverie so mystifyingly inescapable
Shall I hold your hair in the gentlest of ways? For you, I become a fanatic
The weight of my love to the Pacific Ocean, unbreakable
Neither universe nor obstacle can halt my passion from going course
For in my heart, all it screams is “I wanna be yours”
LYRICS:
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots, babe
I just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
Now I wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
"solar Eclipse" by Frances de Leon
PETRARCHAN, R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys
Tied up by the idea of you, like a puppet hung by string.
Tracy island, time traveling, through all those crystal-lensed heartbreaks.
Oh, how time has come too late for our exchange on some daybreak.
A form of beauty it seems, out of reach yet a light that pulls on your heartstrings.
Every corner and space in my mind haywire with every absence recurring.
Mind, a stranger to this place, yearning manifests like outbreak
Contentment a shadow to your every whereabout, spoken pleas break
Control teeters the brink, in that deep mystery of yours is my presence worth endearing?
Reign over my very existence ceased for you are all I long, possibilities of diving headfirst now arise.
Creations of the worlds of you and I left unsaid, the very magic of our first stays
Unfortunate we’re forced to grow, chained by life’s endless chastise
My love for you transcends time and space, leaving me ablaze.
An angel in the dark, awakening my desires I must surmise.
Insanity envelops me, filled with the wish of yet again crossing ways.
LYRICS:
I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches
Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late
She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me
I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
Well, are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine? Oh, ah
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is I need the deep end
Keep imaginin' meetin', wished away entire lifetimes
Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days
Great escape, lost track of time and space
She's a silver linin', climbin' on my desire
And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
"Sorry, that was water on my phone" by Caroline Sanguyu
SHAKESPEAREAN, Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
Do I search for what’s running through your
head,
If the flow of our thoughts still echo?
‘Cause I kinda hoped our hearts still lay
intertwined,
But maybe I should let go.
I know you’ll dial my line,
When the night breaks day like a storm.
Because I know your heart like you know mine,
And we both know sense falls short.
Do I tie my fate with yours once more, darling?
My heart’s preoccupied with yours,
You’ve left no room in me for falling.
Does my number cross your mind, even when
the rain no longer pours?
Do I dare to reach out, or do I say adieu,
Do you want me to come back to you?
LYRICS:
(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin' that you'd
stay
(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly
made
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day
(Do I wanna know?) Too busy bein' yours to fall
(Sad to see you go) Ever thought of callin', darlin'?
(Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawlin' back
to you?
"Bad habits look good on you, or maybe red just looks green in the light" by Caroline Sanguyu
PETRARCHAN, Arabella by Arctic Monkeys
Lain in coat wrought of cheetah, bewitchment
sleeps.
I cannot help but seek for revelation in her
mystique,
Yearning for a slip under the fabric, stylish and
chic.
She pulls a cigarette from the box that she
keeps,
And I dream to try the stick that rests against her
lips as she speaks.
Oh, how I long to taste the smoke that trails past
her cheek.
As her lips brush the rim of her drink, edge
sleek,
Sitting under the dim lights, it’s like time sleeps.
When she tips a drink back, the whole world
holds its breath,
Her fingers curl around the bottle, quick and
deft.
I can’t help but wish to be the bottle, lying still in
her hand.
I long for her fingers locked with mine, a promise
made ‘till death,
Each sip stealing my soul, my heart ransacked
in theft.
Her charm unsurpassed and her voice armed to
enchant, like someone brought to earth to bring
salvation to the damned.
LYRICS:
That's magic in a cheetah print coat
Just a slip underneath it I hope
Asking if I can have one of those
Organic cigarettes that she smokes
Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke
Makes you wish that you were the bottle
Takes a sip of your soul, and it sounds like–
"Liqour's Desire" by Kylie Zaratan
SHAKESPEAREAN, Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? by Arctic Monkeys
The midnight’s gloom suits with the souse’s state
Recurrent prompts come forth from drunken tongue
Befits a lenient partner I await
For sober verities are left unsung
Unsober mind bargains on your response
A bounty of epistles left behind
Yet constant summons disrupt nonchalance
“Am I but a thought in your drunken mind?”
A tipsy quest to have you in my bed
As all the clocks do not tick rearward
My lover’s bound departed incites dread
A halted dialogue you found absurd
“Am I only of appeal and of apt
Once the liquor has you trapped in its grasp?”
LYRICS:
Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite
I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and
havin' bad ideas
... Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin'
to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my
message you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're
high?"
... And I can't see you here, wonderin' where
am I
It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time
I haven't found all I was hopin' to find
You said you gotta be up in the mornin'
Gonna have an early night
And you're startin' to bore me, baby
"The Cloven Crown" by Kylie Zaratan
PETRARCHAN, Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys
Your tender passion thawed the winter’s
woes
Of one’s friable fettle turned to brass
The roguish wick takes on the flame at last
With bold and daring guises to propose
When nightfall strikes, so do darlings arose
A scrawl familiar to one’s touch and glance
Azure apparel warms you as you prance
Laced match with your stockings for one’s
repose
The mist of the exhausted flame remains
Of ribald spirit crimping yore’s remorse
Defiant teases you ignite for pain
Lasting allies though you seem to refrain
A throne split in between I shall enforce
For you, my precious jewel I have attained
LYRICS:
Well, you cured my January blues
Yeah, you made it all alright
I've got a feelin' I might have lit the very
fuse
That you were tryin' not to light
You were a stranger in my phonebook I was
actin' like I knew
'Cause I had nothin' to lose
When the winter's in full swing and
Your dreams just aren't comin' true
Ain't it funny what you'll do?
When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
When you know who's callin' even though
the number is blocked
When you walked around your house
wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
The late afternoon, the ghost in your room
That you always thought didn't approve
Of you knockin' boots
Never stopped you lettin' me get hold
Of the sweet spot by the scruff of your
Knee socks
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginnin' of Mean Streets
You could be my baby
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginnin' of Mean Streets
You could be my baby