I am REALLY not as angry as I sound...
So a few people have commented on the fact that a lot of my songs are angry. I certainly don't see them that way- I try to just call things as i see them.
However, this song in particular does come off as angry- I AM NO WHERE NEAR AS ANGRY OR BITTER AS I SEEM- it's just a style I wanted to work on... Also, it would be cool if people stopped assuming that they know who or what I am referring to in my lyrics: You probably don't. Hell, I'M not even sure what I'm writing about half the time. Sometimes an entire song will be written because I said or thought of one phrase that I thougth would be an interesting lyric- this song is a prime example of that- sometimes all they really are are attempts at coloring in the traced outline of a thought that crossed my head.
Get Lost. (March 9, 2006)
I’m sorry that I’m not a princess
I guess I just don’t suit the profile
I’m the shoe that just wouldn’t fit you
But damned if it wasn’t your style
And I’m sorry that I’m not a picture
Of what is perfect in your mind
And yet, you can’t seem to avoid me
And you can’t seem to leave me behind
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
And I’m sorry that I like to argue
I guess complacent is more your thing
And yet you always seem to want to
God forbid you should make yourself think
And I’m sorry that I am not fearful
Maybe you’d prefer to protect and to serve
But I think that you like that I’m powerful
That I demand no less than I deserve
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
And I’m sorry that you think I’m a passtime
I’m sorry you think you’ll move on
But at some point you’ll wish you were mine
And I’m sorry but I will be gone
And I’m sorry that I don’t need flowers
And that I fuck with your views of romance
But chick flicks are overrated
So why not give real a chance?
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
Or get lost.
However, this song in particular does come off as angry- I AM NO WHERE NEAR AS ANGRY OR BITTER AS I SEEM- it's just a style I wanted to work on... Also, it would be cool if people stopped assuming that they know who or what I am referring to in my lyrics: You probably don't. Hell, I'M not even sure what I'm writing about half the time. Sometimes an entire song will be written because I said or thought of one phrase that I thougth would be an interesting lyric- this song is a prime example of that- sometimes all they really are are attempts at coloring in the traced outline of a thought that crossed my head.
Get Lost. (March 9, 2006)
I’m sorry that I’m not a princess
I guess I just don’t suit the profile
I’m the shoe that just wouldn’t fit you
But damned if it wasn’t your style
And I’m sorry that I’m not a picture
Of what is perfect in your mind
And yet, you can’t seem to avoid me
And you can’t seem to leave me behind
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
And I’m sorry that I like to argue
I guess complacent is more your thing
And yet you always seem to want to
God forbid you should make yourself think
And I’m sorry that I am not fearful
Maybe you’d prefer to protect and to serve
But I think that you like that I’m powerful
That I demand no less than I deserve
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
And I’m sorry that you think I’m a passtime
I’m sorry you think you’ll move on
But at some point you’ll wish you were mine
And I’m sorry but I will be gone
And I’m sorry that I don’t need flowers
And that I fuck with your views of romance
But chick flicks are overrated
So why not give real a chance?
So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.
Or get lost.
posted by Zita Dube | 2:09 AM
1 Comments:
You keep getting better, Kate. I think you can leave the unecessary disclaimer aside. You're a poet- don't apologize for it, and don't make excuses. If people get upset about what you write, tell them not to read it.
You really are getting a lot more human in your lyrics. I feel like you are actually starting to say what you want to say, instead of worrying about how people will react to it or whether or not the poetry is "good".
You are really starting to convey sincerity- which is what I think you've been trying to get at for the past few months. You've always been so concerned with making things pretty and unique, it's nice to see you being genuine.
You've never be great at expressing your emotions (if anyone can say that it's me!). I'm glad you've found a venue to do it in.
I love reading you- almost as much as I love you!
A.
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