Lyrics / Her Two Cold Feet (version 2) (Analysis)
Her Two Cold Feet (version 2)
CHORUS:
Her two cold feet feel like they’re planted beneath
The silver shiny dust on Moon.
And as time turns her stare,
Dreams vanish there
And slips off the dark side soon.
And she seams up her sales
As she sings her sweet tales,
Rocking solid as a hail storm boom.
She’d give up her life for theirs,
The young in her care,
And I’ll hum to my children, “Bloom.”
VERSE: #1
The vain chase for control,
Drives her down life’s road
As days shift her from side to side.
A light between stones,
She’s bound to console as she cries,
“Truth relates to ones life.”
Once she raised her own teacher,
A child who could reach her,
And reel her back
From the brink of her mind,
Treasuring golden words
The most important she’s heard
Mom whispers…”Honey be kind.”
VERSE: #2
Her reason, a blur,
She finds time absurd,
As she marvels the wonders of earth.
She’s learned the art of deflection of sticks and stones,
And barters thanks
For the hard knocks incurred.
She’s taught her child to be fair to all
And to beware
Of a man-of the-cloths phony folds,
As she revels
Unraveling the fabric of Far,
With beyond
The warm feeling she holds.
(CHORUS)
VERSE: #3
Her hope’s fantasy flies, flashing
Elope-with-me eyes,
And she slips, like a fading glacier
Fast and away
From mankind’s treacherous race
Into her smile, a tender embrace.
But with her foot on the gas,
And a baby at her breast,
Day dreams leave
But, anxiety stays
And she smashes through turns,
Back to life’s ugly burns
Under blood and the tons that it weighs.
VERSE:
Now she’s the shine on steel
Of her Double-Dare deal,
Her nails, a swirl, hurling jabs in the fray.
Though she will never know why
Blues cloud her brown eyes
Or why control’s blood brother is soul.
And reason still whines
Backing up in her mind
Her favorite versions of “Mommy Why’s.”
Now, I’ll always think twice
Following fantasy’s flight, spilling
“The truth is, I don’t know.”
(CHORUS)
Carla Richard Small 2005
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Well…without hearing the music intended to accompany this piece it’s kind of difficult to make an accurate review. I did however think the lyrics were a bit wordy, this could just be because I’m not hearing them the way they’re intended to be heard, though. I really liked “And she slips, like a fading glacier.” One slight suggestion here would be the use of the word “melting,” instead of “fading” since you’re referencing ice, but you would know you’re own meaning better than I. Overall, it’s a nice piece…not sure if it would make such a “catchy” song, but again, I don’t know if a “catchy” song is what you intend this piece to be.
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There is alot of emotion that I can feel emanating from these lyrics. I think this would be a great song. Keep Writing.
obviously without the tune, its hard to fully appreciate this. but i definitely enjoyed the way it worked out. pouring all the feelings and worries that a mother has for her child and the sacrifices that she must make. one question though, in Verse2 “man of the cloths phony folds” refers to a priest? just not sure how the reference fits with the verse. nice work friend
I found your work refreshing while being surrounded by top 40 crap (in my humble opinion) I would have to hear the song to really get a feel for it – You might want to clean up the presentation a little bit (e.g.I’m not sure if punctuation belongs in song lyrics)Otherwise – good job!
I really like the flow of this. I have a feeling I’m misinterpreting the lyrics, though. Of course, that’s the beauty of music and a song, like a painting, we all fins our own personal message. Though I’d like to know what the true point was…
it seemed to me it was a song about a woman who yearned for freedom and a different life, but stuffed those feelings down deep inside her once she had children, putting them at the center of her universe, while quietly yearning for a different life.
Am I even close?
This is a fascinating piece. I think in song form it could definitely confuse, but it also seems open to interpretation. It slings the reader in a multitude of directions, but in a good way :). I would, perhaps, think about the spacing, just to allow it to compact in the reader’s mind more easily.
To me, the impression I got was of a conscious reality, a remembering reality, perhaps even compassionate reality, that could truely be applicable on a very large scale.
Wow, this song could mean many things. What I could gather from it was of a mother trying to protect her young, or defending herself, or just trying to survive. In these situations I’ve noticed each time that it was a woman, but what her status was is still a mystery to me. The lyrics are so profound that they could probably be dissected by many people, and each would gather something different. This was very well written, please keep going.
wow. That is one of the best things I’ve read on here in a long time. Very long for a song, but that only bothers ‘commercial’ minded folk.
I expect from the amazing imagery and emotion you create you are not such a person.
I was blown away. My interpretation is that it is a story of a beautiful, cold, naive woman going through an emotional journey and learning from life.
I’ve gotten in trouble before for not adding any criticism, but there is no possible criticism I can make. Except possibly lose the numbers. It does give a good structure but I can’t help but think it would be better if it flowed- or had a more subtle way of segregating each verse.
Amazing, good luck with this. What music is it intended for. And whats your interpretation/intended meaning?
Very nice peice, I am for some reason feeling that this is an bird of some type. An eagle or hawk perhaps. It is very interesting with twists and turns. It is very descriptive and encodes what I believe is a deeper meaning.
Or why control stays a stranger to soul. I don’t understand that line. Other than that I really enjoyed it. A tad long though… It would be a good jam song like Velvet Underground’s European son mixed with the mysterious bells and verse of Leonerd Cohen’s Sisters of Mercy. Oh and “who, void of warning erupts noon and morning” would be a great gut bucket blues limeric.
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