The Little Tongue, Brenda's music
symphonic version of Lorraine's lyric
wide range, from pop/rock to classical
Lorraine Inabinett isn't a band. It's me! I love to compose and I love to share.
Story behind the song
The Little Tongue was originally a poem and put to music by Brenda Kayne and Lorraine Inabinett
Lyrics
The little tongue, from which is sprung
Such wondrous things. It talks! It sings;
A careless word, in anger heard,
Ignites a war of bestial horror.
Harangue, abuse will light the fuse
And once alight, the flame burns bright;
A raging fire of ill desire.
In loving prose it brings to those
Who use its balm a healing calm.
In gentleness, it's used to bless.
In words of peace it brings release
From cruel portent; entanglement;
From anger's grasp to friendship's clasp.
It holds the power in every hour
To turn one's fate to love or hate;
To build, destroy, refresh, annoy,
To give, to take, repair or break,
Be sweet or terse, to bless or curse;
A wealth of life or untold strife.
It holds the key of destiny.
