I was inspired by a MusicBanter member two years ago to write and record the following song about flirtatious friendship. I based the lyrics on the saying, "No man is an island," since really no man *is* an island...not even when his "palm tree" makes him think otherwise.
I always feel thankful toward people who cause me to think of making a song, because I enjoy the creative process so much. So, thank you, you.
"Isle"
Isle by VEGANGELICA - YouTube
Lyrics:
You surprise me by being disarming.
You charm me by saying I'm charming.
So suggestive, you're seductive as sin:
you open your arms so I'll pretend to fall in.
You're delightful, like trick candles on a cake,
always teasing me with the love we don't make.
You're so attentive, watching for an opening
as we dally together without having a fling.
No man is an island, you remind me.
We're all connected despite the bloody great sea
that divides us by the skin of a hand or the span of a mile,
yet you manage to reach me from your distant isle.
You're so kinky, sometimes it gives me a rush.
You're so descriptive, you can make me flush.
You seem so innocent and then deliciously depraved,
acting civil right after you know you've misbehaved.
You're so perverted even when you're sweet.
You tell me things that would make me blush to repeat.
You're unexpected, like free tickets to a show
and you offer them to me though you know I can't go.
Oh, no man is an island, you remind me.
We're all connected despite the bloody great sea
that divides us by the skin of a hand or the span of a mile.
No man is an island, you remind me.
We're all connected despite the bloody great sea
that divides us by the skin of a hand or the span of a mile
yet you manage to reach me and make me smile.
While away part of your day,
if you want to, leisurely with me.
Forget philosophy and just be...
surprised when I'm being disarming,
charmed when I'm trying to be charming,
shocked a bit when I'm seductive as sin
and open my arms so you'll imagine falling in.
You're like a playmate without the magazine.
You're so polite right before you act obscene.
You're like a first date...you make me want to pretend.
But most of all, under all, you feel like a friend.
You're delightful, like trick candles on a cake,
always teasing me with the love we don't make.
You're so attentive, watching for an opening
as we dally together without having a fling.
You're like a playmate without the magazine.
You're so polite right before you act obscene.
You're like a first date...I'm wondering what you'll do,
but most of all, under all, I like you.