Lyrics / Her Two Cold Feet
Two Cold Feet
#1 (Chorus)
Her two cold feet
Are firmly planted beneath
The silver, shiny dust on Moon.
And, as he turns her stare,
Her cool stubborn glare,
Slips off the dark side soon.
And she seams as she sails,
As she sings her sweet tales, rocking
Solid as a hailstorm boom.
With stranded stars in her hair,
Dawn, winding her cares,
Love hums to her children,
“Bloom
#2
The dark stranger, control,
Laughs with ebb and flow,
As they shift her from side to side.
Caught between stones,
She wades in console, wailing,
“Truth Rocks and Rolls,” in the tide.
Once she grew her own teacher,
Who, one day could reach her,
And reel her back from the
Brink of her mind.
Treasuring golden words,
The most important she’s heard,
Winds whisper…honey, be kind.
#3
Her reason, a blur
She finds time absurd,
And wanders the wonders of earth.
In her borrowed body of sticks and stones,
She barters thanks,
For the bruises incurred.
For she’ll not understand, less times’,
Black and blue brands,
A man, a woman, or worlds.
And she revels,
Unraveling the fabric of Far;
With Beyond,
The warm feeling, she holds.
#4
Fantasy flies, flashing,
Elope-with-me eyes,
And she slips…like Hades glacier;
Fast and away
To a more comfortable place,
Where absent…definition of day.
But, with man at her feet,
And woman at her breast,
The worlds,
Loose their coveted stay.
And she smashes through turns,
Back to life’s ugly burns,
Under blood and the tons,
That it weighs.
(Chorus)
#5
Reality shakes the snakes
Making her come to, her
Battery of clattering bones.
And, she rifles red nerves
Scaring all raw curves,
Of life’s insidious, deceitful,
Deep groans.
She fights, like ten tigers,
Fending fields and streams,
For the safety of her children and home;
Guarding her young,
Against the vulture’s tongue, outside,
Where scavengers and skunk bears roam.
#6
She sinks talons down deep
In her sleep as she screams
At the cruel thieve
Driving emotion.
Who burns brown blue,
Cracking her face in two,
A hot flushing gush of green ocean.
Who, void of warning,
Erupts, noon and morning,
Entertaining deranged perception.
She slogs on against,
All odds on the fence,
Devouring every strained inch of
Direction.
#7
Now, she’s the shine on steel,
Of her chimerian deal,
Her nails, a swirl, hurling jabs in the fray.
Though she will never know why,
Blue, clouds her brown eyes,
Or why control stays a stranger to soul.
Reason still whines,
Backing up in her mind
Her favorite versions of “Mommy Why’s.”
Now, she’ll always think twice
Following fantasy’s flight, spilling,
“The truth is, I don’t know.”
(Chorus)
Carla Ri´chard Small
© 2006
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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?
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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.
The first genre that came to mind was a ballad. But there is so much more to this piece labeling it seems so devaluate the message within. I enjoyed it.
I’m not a mother so I don’t know how im supposed to relate, but i can say this is a beautiful piece of work! truly amazing if flows beautifull. It’s completed for one thing a lot of lyricists find it hard to actuelly close the idea they start with. all in all it just sounds right to read like the words trigger something in your brain releazse a chemical that tell your brain this is amazing. i truly enjoyed it thank you for sharing!
i am not a mother, so i guess i dont relate to the song in that sense, but i really appreciate the depth of language and the beauty of the poetry you have used here. you have emotively communicated your feelings here and that is the gift of a good song writer… well done … as a musician i see this as a longer song, and to slower music… i can hear it in my head… sounds nice :)
well mums definitely can relate to this piece. but i found myself reading it at least twice to get to the end. i think its too long for a song. however, im impressed the way you wrote it. it has the rhymes and poetic value. but try to write as simple as u can so it will be easier for people like me to read it, to instantly capture and maintain the readers’ or listeners (if it’s composed into a song) interests and probably can make them catch the message that the piece wanna deliver. i do like your piece by the way and hope too see more of your creativity. all the best.
cheers,
damai
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