VANESSA RONDON

The First Taste

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue
I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught
But daddy longlegs, I feel that I’m finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you

Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling just start the chase
I’ll let you win, but you must make the endeavor

Oh, your love give me a heart contusion
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
And I’m building memories on things we have not said

Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love
Not nearly my love, not nearly

Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling, just start the chase
I’ll let you win, but you must make the endeavor

The first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Start the chase, I’ll let you win
But you must make the endeavor

Slow Like Honey- Fiona Apple

You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn’t quite discern me

Does that scare you? I’ll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You’ll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you

And my big secret - Gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

I’ll let you see me, I’ll covet your regard
I’ll invade your demeanor
And you’ll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you’ll wonder what it is about me

It’s my big secret - Keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across, like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I’m gone like yesterday
When I’m high like heaven
When I’m strong like music
”cause I’m slow like honey, and
Heavy with mood

Rich Folks’ Hoax- Sixto Rodriguez