What Then Can I Claim As Mine by Lounès https://www.facebook.com/lounesmusic --- Lyrics So I, what can I claim as mine Mercy burns those stubborn fetters Revealing what has always shined What need has the light for shelter What then can I claim as mine A road enfolded in beautiful mercy Watching my aspirations rise Raised up as a hope that nursed me, What then can I claim as mine Carried forth with a silent word Instilled with strength from a shining light At times, my hearts winged like a bird, What then can I claim as mine Came across some magnificent gardens Whose dwellers sing a tune so fine A universal love sweet and ardent What then can I claim as mine My life is a gift, my breath is a gift so I, What can I claim as mine Sweet contemplation, sweet remembrance What then can I claim as mine Searching the meaning of lifes true essence What then can I claim as mine Seeking the seeds of a beautiful mercy Show me those who attained the prize Despite this mountain of sins that burdens me What then can I claim as mine Those whose hearts are in skies above While wandering on in the deserts night With the musk of love in a land so rough What then can I claim as mine To follow that fragrance is all I long That caravan leads up to lofty heights Wanderers singing on praises in song Like night butterflies burning in the light My life is a gift, my breath is a gift so I, What can I claim as mine

Only Kings Do Find by Lounès https://www.facebook.com/lounesmusic --- Lyrics My heart sings a tune That confounds my mind Sets its eyes on gold Only kings do find What horizons hold Ever seeks to know What the oceans hide And the masters know Burning down the walls Bringing in the light Brighter than the stars Dancing in the night How reckless you are Says reasoning mind How's the dog to know The sweetness of flight Or the shadow to Taste the suns delight O my heart shine on Singing in the night O my heart burn on Bringing in the light My heart sings a tune That confounds my mind Sets its eyes on gold Only kings do find What horizons hold Ever seeks to know What the oceans hide And the masters know My breath shed a sigh With my limbs at rest Spoke a thousand lines That my heart expressed Pulled a thousand fears From a broken chest Sang a thousand songs From an empty nest Like an orphaned bird Wings spread in flight And a soothing tune Mingling with the night Finding solace in Spreading far this light A burning longing Birthed at night To a time for change To a cry for hope To break from the chains Of a tightening rope Burning on the cheek Of a desert road On its own to seek The Endless Abode My heart sings a tune That confounds my mind Sets its eyes on gold Only kings do find What horizons hold Ever seeks to know What the oceans hide And the masters know

The Seasons Change by Lounès ft. Joe https://www.facebook.com/lounesmusic --- Lyrics Lounès The seasons change, horizons tell the stories of, People of that past who surpassed what they dreamed of, In need of a feeling of freedom, they dreamed to see off, Their children to a world where qualities wiped the streets up, The seasons change, the mountains tell of legends and, People of dignity led with truth as their president, Open hearts, leaders of their souls and their residents, In state of perfect flow with their light always evident Joe Now I've been feeling like my insides they are burning, Got me fiending for a meaning in this life, Yes I'm learning for a truth, I'm yearning for a truce between my soul and mind, But they can't seem to decide what to do, I seek the wisdom from the man inside, I notice that the truth is staring at me it ain't hiding, And it's gonna be alright, When the sun is shining bright, But I feel that seasons might, Change and take away my life, don't you let the... Lounès The seasons change, the oceans speak of golden minds, Wandering souls, who brought us warmth in the coldest nights, Bringing forth a light of guidance from the open heights, A message saying put the wisdom forward and the gold aside, The seasons change, the clouds speak of shooting stars, Who through storms, never forgot who they truly are, Beauty, art springing from hearts who see far, Who heal scars, living knowledge is where their treasures keys are Joe Won't you let your seasons change, Now I ain't turning back I'm learning, The wheels of life the wheels of life, Oh yes they keep on turning, They skies go grey and yes it may, But this flame keep on burning, This flame keep on burning, I say, bring on your storms and your fires, Both your thunder and your lightning, Won't deter this house desire, To the wire, I won't tire, I'ma take it on today, As I seek my ride away, From the months of June to May Lounès The seasons change, the rivers speak of heaven sent, Men who never spent what they believed in for a metal cent, A humble nature, majestic presence forever felt, A lingering fragrance that in their absence never left, The seasons change, the earth speaks of noble feet, That marked the dust of the barren lands of soul retreat, And spread the wisdom wide through the lands with noble speech, And guided the blind till the end of the road was reached Joe Now I love it when the seasons change, Cause I know that every season brings, An pportunity to meet new friends, Call it unity between two ends, Call up the summer let the sun know that we're cool, Tell the winter I'm feeling warm inside how about you, My spirit, I got it floating free, Now the seasons are my friends, yes they love to change for me.

We Choose To Listen by Lounès https://www.facebook.com/lounesmusic --- Lyrics Live on a fruitful vision, Give your true self permission To fight the superstitions Give light to new conditions To rise to the decision, Despite the deep constrictions, The fires from the friction Recognise that inner vision, A whisper, a voice you choose to listen to, To drop the countless residues, The past that visits you, You choose to listen, Your conscience whispers for you to, Move on and hold your focus, And you already know this, Like you wrote it too Listen, Colors of life shine your hearts prism Listen, In the absence of thought your mind glistens, Listen, In the absence of words your soul listens, Wishing, we could all just pause to listen We choose to listen The sound of silence speaks a thousand comforts, And strikes an inner thunder deep inside to arouse your wonder A reflections made, as above so under As under so above with no blunder Question the paradigm that they lead us with, But what importance do we give to the values they feed us with, Politicians, we're giving power to the weakest links We'd see through their flawed philosophies if we just truly Listened, Open up the avenues of contemplation, The inner ear is crystal clear, the means to moderation, Fearless in war for freedom from temptation Saying, give glad tidings to the patient Listen, Colors of life shine your hearts prism Listen, In the absence of thought your mind glistens, Listen, In the absence of words your soul listens, Wishing, we could all just pause to listen We choose to listen The lights shine, They shine brighter in the darkness, Don't try time, It'll cut through you with it's sharpest, The souls home isn't here, So it reaches to the sky, We complain about the world, Then why are we afraid to die? We lost connection with the deeper things, We've built sandcastles And thrown sand in the eyes that see within Heart's drowning, throw the rope in and reel it in, Find the peace and breathe it in, Find the freedom deep within Listen, Colors of life shine your hearts prism Listen, In the absence of thought your mind glistens, Listen, In the absence of words your soul listens, Wishing, we could all just pause to listen We choose to listen

Alchemy of the Soul by Lounès https://www.facebook.com/lounesmusic --- Lyrics It's what the ancients call alchemy of the soul, Who said lead can't be turned into gold. - Windless breeze of wisdom, Scentless fragrance; timeless, silent rhythm, Hueless prism through which Seas of meaning pierce through spirits risen. Seekers bloom with states, The lovers soar with no abiding station, Sinners turn to saints, A golden ray to save the meek and patient. Stillness is its garden, In which seedlings bathe in rays of presence, Brokenness, its water, Quenching thirsts of those who graze in essence. Its ocean quenches deserts,, Drowned in beauty witnessing its pleasance, Peasants praised by kings, By their adornment in its sacred dresses. - It's what the ancients call alchemy of the soul, Who said lead can't be turned into gold. - Windless breeze of wisdom, Hidden valley in the hearts of men, A majestic presence, Like the king inside the lions den, Roaming every land, In search of hearts for a silent friend, Thirsty souls, Looking to quench their thirsts with the light again. Blazing fire drowning Every shadow that desire sends, Staircase to the heavens on which Open inner eyes ascend Traveling the spectrum Of hearts melodies to the higher ends Healing their broken wings And watching them rise again - It's what the ancients call alchemy of the soul, Who said lead can't be turned into gold.