The Seasons

[passenger]

...to climb the hi-hills, you're better not to wear the heels-hi, baby...
...or you're gonna fall...

[passenger]

...whatever my heart feels, whenever my heart speaks...
ILY

[passenger]

“The tragedy in life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.
Don't let yourself die inside - don't.”

Willow Rose
(Blackbird Fly)

[passenger]

“But what attracted me to weeds was not their beauty, but their resilience.
I mean,
despite being so widely despised, so unloved, killed with every chance we get,
they are so pervasive, so seemingly invincible.”

Carol Vorvain
A fool in Istanbul

[passenger]

She held the moon the way she held her own heart
As if it was the only light that could guide her through
The darkest nights

Chrissie Pinney

[passenger]

I'm gonna get you soon, baby!
Run...Run...

[passenger]

Sweet. Sour. Bitter. Salty. Umami.
Primavera. Verano. Otoño. Invierno.
Put all the tastes of all your seasons in a bottle then shake
You'd have a marvelous drink full of lifetime memories

Shake them well before you drink it huh...
Or else!

[passenger]

It Might As Well Be Spring
Songwriters: Oscar Hammerstein 2nd / Richard Rodgers
Artistette: Laura Fygi

The things I used to like, I don't like any more
I want a lot of other things I've never had before
It's just like my mama says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring

I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words I have never never heard
From a man I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring

It might as well be, might as well be
It might as well be spring

[passenger]

I tell my blues they mustn't show
But soon these tears are bound to flow
'Cause it's raining, raining in my heart...

[passenger]

...and with our love through tears and thorns...
...we will endure as we pass surely through every storm...