She did a cartwheel
Or two
And she rolled back to you
Through the wet grass
That crazy young lass
You called a friend.

She said you'd understand.
 I think she meant farewell.
How can I tell?
Well, she wrapped you up
In the table cloth
And put you on the shelf
Next to her other self.
And now, why don't you watch her too?
It will be all so clear to you.

She put her hair down.
It's a small town -
They all remember her anyway,
No need for costume play.

She cleaned her face,
Slowed down her pace,
Took off her gown,
Walked straight to town.

"When you go home, you know,
They judge you everywhere you go -
Write down your height and weight.
What did you expect?"

Are you clean? 
Have you stayed good?
Do you still pretend
You're misunderstood?
Cause it can be seen
right there on your skin -
All the games you played,
All the things you hate,
And all of them,
All of the men
You've ever met.
And granny knows best
And now you should rest
Have a cup of tea
Come sit with me
Have you played enough?
Tired of acting tough?
Why don't you settle down?
Why don't you get a crown?
Why do you still run wild?
You're getting old, my child!
Where is your child?
Granny knows it all
And she won't let you fall

As she lay in the sand

Her feet would always itch

But every time she moved an inch

She found  another bump

in the road, another lump

in her throat and

by the time she collapsed in the sand

she had seen

a thousand sunsets

and she had been

a thousand women in between

and if you asked her she would say

she was just waiting for the day

the day when everything aligns

when he would read between the lines

and just show up out of the blue

but she wouldn’t say it had been you

all of this time

and if you offered her a hand

she’d say you couldn’t understand

there’s virtue in her idleness

and only later she’d confess

she was just worried that her weight

would be too much strain on your gait

the weight of all her fairy tales

the wait for all those handsome males

that she would crush

you to pieces in the rush

that you could crash

down or get a rash

and that the demons in her head

are interesting but better yet

they’re better dead

and if you tried to fight and say

you’re willing to help anyway

she’d tear you down, oh, can’t you see

she is as strong as she can be?

she needs no man to tend

to her, no man to send

her chocolates or

flowers anymore

and

as she lay there in the sand

you never dared say the line

that would have saved up all your time

“This thing you’re so long waiting for

that you’re not moving anymore,

this thing as great as it can be

you don’t think that it could be me?”

Brute

Yes, I was the brute with an axe
And you faced me bare-handed
Then, you told me more than once
All my tools wouldn't be effective.
Because you kept your white shirt on
While I acted like a rainbow
And you had only one thing to say
Mine were too many to remember.
And at the end of the day
You asked me to draw a line.
And I felt all I had to say
Would probably be a lie,
so I said -
And you asked: ' Where do you want to go?'
And I said:
' No.'

Run away - might be a song

Run away, baby, run away
There`s a little attraction directed your way
There`s a little affection,
Like a sugar confection
You shouldn`t stay.

What if they ask you to care?
What if they ask you to share?
What if they ask you to dare
To go out of your way?

Run away, baby, run away...

arheologie de suflet- 2001

In seara asta Fetita face iar sapaturi prin caietele vechi, lucru care se lasa de cele mai multe ori cu smiorcaieli sau hohote de ras. Today, she is just surprised. A gasit versurie astea din 2001. Honestly sunt din 2001. Aveau si o melodie ca trebuiau sa fie unul dintre cantecele cu care devenea ea faimoasa daca ar fi putut vreodata sa cante. so here it goes:

Me and you and the rest of this mindless world
Made a deal to split up
Before we felt too old.

Times is up and we`re whispering goodbyes
when it is close to daylight.

And I will never see the stars again
will never run naked in the rain
will never set foot on your soul
I used to do it all
I used to feel it all.

Sound of music

You will not sound like music today
I will not push you to stay
I don't need another boyfriend that speaks
I need you to know other tricks
So if you will not sing me the blues today
You might as well not bother to stay

Radio silence

Radio signals transmitting on all frequencies.
Wave lenghts of different shapes and sizes.
You would say that at least one of them must fit you, at least one of them you should be able to translate. Do you?
I've turned the volume up, maybe your transmission is too shy to be heard. Makes no difference at all.
From me to you MAY DAY distress call sent out on all channels, from you, radio silence. But even that is ok.
Radio silence makes it easier to breathe.

A ring

Your eye is a dangerous thing
But a ring is a ring is a ring
It's an unstopable incredible totally frightfully thing
I don't dare not wear my ring
Although that eye is such a beautiful thing...
You are one of the puffy little things
Warm and fuzzy inside like chocolate sorbet
I bet
many of us are trailing behind
that weird blue eye like moths to a flame.
You're not to blame
You haven't done or a said a thing
Plus, a ring is a ring is a ring