The Noresoup Jukebox

Song: Grantperez - Clementine The clementine trees in my backyard bore fruits for the first time. Autumn had just ended, my soles had thickened and my blankets grew heavier. An unassuming event and yet, it brought colour. My bleak brown backyard and its wilting flowers were now graced by clementines. Sweet little things, with a glossy sheen on their covers, Those clementines were so good, I placed them in a jar for summer. When spring came, it was not the same it was even better. For a while at least, the clementine trees wore a different colour. White fragrant blossoms, their petals gracing my now green grass. Soft scents that never left and followed me everywhere. Clementine blossoms in my pocket, on my shirt, on the tips of my fingers, stirred into my coffee, poured into my body and leaving traces on my bedsheets, pillows and lips. The turn of summer has dried out my clementine blossoms. That innocent white now wilting an ugly brown. Clementine syrup stains on my shirt and lips, My ...

Song: The Most Beautiful Thing - Bruno Majors Sometimes it's as simple as this I turn around and you're there and at times you sing You scoop out a spoonful of food and you pick out the tenderest meat And when my body rejects the world You lay your cold hands on my burning skin Like something medicinal Like something homely There's only so much love that a person can know Yet you carry them all like you birthed them; children of your own You're my grandma's fireplace, My father's old guitar, You're my childhood teddy bear still sleeping in my cupboard But most of all, You're the hug, the warmth of a coffee cup in your hands When the going gets tough. What complexities can love have now? What expectations can further exist? When you have made loving so easy: By the plates of food that your motherly hands cooked, By the pictures, by the stories, The simplicity of making my bed, The comfort in your seat next to mine, Laughs and mischievous glances,  The sni...

Song: Billie Holiday - Solitude It's December and you remember me. You take a peak, you lift my soul. If I were inebriated if I were cold, It did not matter Regardless, you loved me so. Just as the snow came And showered our roofs white, So rosy did your cheeks become, And amid all the meadows dying A bud burst through and bloomed. If not for me then, indeed, It must have been for you. My meadows are dull,  And in winters, they are cruel. But my meadows found the sun; Lovely, they must have found you.  You awakened something in me and I met her 2 nights ago. I thought she might have died; Her exit so sudden, so soon, And spring has almost arrived. It was brief but very real And I wanted to bottle it up and keep it safe. But Spring came and April, April took everything away. I found myself yearning again; That dull ache that sits in the pit of the heart.  She doesn't stay long and I ache and ache. If I ever think about her, I fear we might meet again. For meeting means lea...