Inspired by my lesson with an Argentinian Tango pianist in Buenos Aires and my lovely friend Paru
BY PARU MANI
(-adapted by Julia)
Yes, it's been a year since writing poems
Guess somehow the words got stuck so far down your throat
you couldn't even taste them.
Yet, somehow you knew that they were there,
gasping under all that's thick:
your food, your fear,
your promises all too clear.
Everything's changed, and nothing at all
everything's feigned in your crystal ball
everything's changed and nothing at all
everything's maimed in my crystal ball
(save the bottle for tomorrow)
you dream in the future tense.
You're thinking in Spanish
But where was your French?
Let the words come out, to make them breathe
give some of the word your tar-charred lungs -
your thighs have grown thick as trees
Now your leaves will fall to
crunch and tear,
only dirty brown for after all,
you never had courage
to turn gold for the fall.
Your mouth's too dry for words
Your eyes too try for tears
Speak with the small world between your legs
(the only sign you were alive)
He wanted to keep you
but just as a passing memory.
A season, a country
a language he knew you understood.
released June 15, 2013
Music, vocals, arrangement, percussion - Julia Hatamyar
Lyrics - Parvati Mani
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