Noir
To register my songs I stand in a queue,
they stop and stare, I act all’s fair.
I wasn’t born with the name, the name
they call mine. I return nothing I’m given;
nor refuse what I earn, or forget what I learn.
I don’t burn gifts to warm my hearth.
Names grow upon you… ta dum ta dum ta daa.
Names grow around you when you belong to all.
Names waltz around you… ta dum ta dum ta daa.
Names tell about you, they tell lies so well.
I run with the hare all night and hunt with the hounds at dawn.
I do that all the time… ta dum ta dum ta daa.
I do my things for reasons mine.
Their war, their games, my gains… ta dum ta dum ta daa.
Some say I have a wooden heart.
My life, my part, their ways… ta dum ta dum ta daa,
till the sparrow flies away.
Rose
Jab jab bob and sting: that is his routine.
Light feet, heavy fist, waltz in the ring.
Jab jab cover and hook, rounds to while away.
He glides around; pivots round to swoop on his prey.
Jab hook bob and weave. He makes my heart his ring.
Down up up, he holds me gingerly.
Down up up, he lifts me tenderly.
My love, my life, his eyes are blue.
My love, my life, his eyes are true.
My fluttering heart flies with him,
he gives his sparrow wings.
Bleu
Yesternight I met beauty –
‘Beauty that must die’.
Tonight it’s fled, bones bent, flesh melt,
The crowd, the name, still mine, and mine is a wooden heart.
Morpheus my lord, hold my life. My hand is yours,
I sing my lord, my hymn is yours.
You stink my lord: ding dang dong.
Shall we waltz to this tune, or spar: ding dang dong?
Shall we dance, for a round or three: ding dang dong?
Boys! the worst of the lot!
After the bells three: ding dang dong,
the sparrow flies away.
Dedicated to Edith Piaf