Marianne M - "Not a Choir Girl Anymore"

Mitt musikaliska och poetiska liv. My musical and poetic life.

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Amatör-singer/songwriter och poet som vill beröra. Här skriver jag om händelser och tankar från min musikaliska, poetiska och fotografiska horisont. Det finns ljudklipp från min demo-CD "The Violin Girl" (släppt i april 2008) på min hemsida och på min MySpace-sida. Om du vill kontakta mig privat, kan du gå till min hemsida (länken finns i listan till vänster) och gå till kontaktsidan där. Annars får du jättegärna lämna en kommentar till något av mina inlägg. // Amateur singer/songwriter and poet who wants to touch people. Here I write about what happens and reflections from my musical, poetic and photographic horizon. There are audio clips from my demo CD "The Violin Girl" (released in April, 2008) at my website and at my MySpace page. If you want to contact me privately, you can go to my website (the link is in the list to the left) and go to my contact page there. Otherwise you're more than welcome to leave a comment to one of my posts. // "How magical that you are a tiny individual with such a pretty voice!" - Frances Irene Tolfa, http://francesirene.tripod.com

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Malplacerad / Misplaced

När jag bläddrade igenom mitt notblock, föll mina ögon på en låt jag skrev redan 2003, i anslutning till den allra första singer-songwriterkursen jag åkte på. Den speglar så tydligt hur jag känner mig nu, så jag bestämde mig för att ta upp den igen och publicera den här. Texten är här nedan, och bland länkarna till vänster hittar du en länk till en MIDI-fil med en instrumental version av musiken. Jag tar gärna emot kommentarer!

When I browsed through my sheet music notepad, my eyes fell on a song I wrote already in 2003, in connection to the very first singer-songwriter course I went to. It mirrors so clearly how I'm feeling right now, so I decided to take it up again and publish it here. The lyrics are here below, and among the links to the left you'll find a link to a MIDI file with an instrumental version of the music. I happily accept and appreciate comments!


Misplaced

She walks along the seashore, transparent like the water
This invisible state, she longs so much to alter
But whenever she tries, she can only stumble and falter
She's misplaced
Misplaced

She walks upon the pavement, grey just like the blocks
A colourless state, she wants to unlock the locks
But no one seems to notice her, no matter how she knocks
She's misplaced
Misplaced

Wherever she goes, she's misplaced
She feels just like a piece of waste
Wherever she is, she's misplaced
So she always seems to leave in haste
misplaced

I met her just the other day, tried to say hello:
"Please let me get to know you, don't run away, don't go"
But she just shakes her head, won't believe me 'cause she knows...

(Instrumental)

I met her just the other day, tried to say hello:
"Please let me get to know you, don't run away, don't go"
But she just shakes her head, won't believe me 'cause she knows...
She's misplaced
Simply misplaced
She's misplaced
Leaving in haste
Misplaced

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