Who Are You? (Postpartum Aggression) {Lyrics} by Richard PaezWho
are you
to say
I didn't love
you
can't say
straight-faced
I didn't try
hard
to be
straight-laced
now here I am
gone
disgraced
shit-faced
but still alive:
How can you say I didn't try my best
to come alive with you? You held me down.
You kept me trapped inside you
until you tore me from you --
so how is it you can say
how is it you can say
I never loved?
here
I stand
I rise
I come undone
just
to fall
apart
the hundredth time
flies
I stand
I rise
watch me unfold
wings
that beat
that spread
that block the sky
high
I rise
I fly
I sing again:
How can you say I didn't try my best
to come alive with you? You held me down.
You kept me trapped inside you
until you tore me from you --
so how is it you can say
how is it you can say
I never loved you?
You never loved me.
And I never loved you.
But at least I tried. 02/01/2010 Author's Note: This was conceived (I use that term advisedly) as lyrics for a heavier, guitar driven track. The "verses" are meant to be sung exactly as they appear (quietly, almost sing-song, 1, 1/2, 1/2, 1/2/3/4, 1, 1/2, 1/2, 1/2/3/4) while the choruses are meant to be nearly yelled and done quite quickly (slowing down the further they get from the left margin).
Oh, and yes -- this is admittedly one of the most emo things I have ever written, but that's ok -- I could picture myself singing this seriously even as I'm sitting here laughing about it. The rhythm came to me and the words just fell in place.
Posted on 02/01/2010 Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/01/10 at 09:25 PM Kick ass. |
Posted by Ava Blu on 02/01/10 at 09:33 PM oh man. i could sing this RIGHT NOW. i love it. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/02/10 at 09:57 PM I've heard poetry to music before. Specifially ee cummings. I like this write but I guess I'm getting to old - turn in the bat, hang up the gloves, throw the racket away. Poetry seems to be following music into the era of performance. And maybe that is OK. I just can't perform anymore. ha ha. Maybe we should just follow John Cage into silence. But I don't know where that leaves me. |
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/14/10 at 06:29 PM This is very beautiful and should be put to tune. I hear my own melody in my head to your words in this poem. I wish I could share it with you. |
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