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Charming Lyrics
If it was any other year or any other life
But this one's mine to carry on now, yes, it's mine to carry on now
'Cause I will always disappoint you, is it vengeance or your pride
'Til you lose me like that trinket on your bracelet
Charming, charming
In the dream it's all a test that I face by myself
Lose the briefcase, lie at the airport, swallow the inky code
We'll all answer in the end in our temporary tongue
But for now, don't say anything, don't say anything
Charming, charming, charming charming
'Cause there, at the garden verge
I will pull you up in hope again
No more second thought
Will crowd you out of your desire
To be loved, not touched, to be
Blameless and ecstatic again
This is all there is, no knowledge is too much to bear in the end
And I want this more than anything and I want the damned red shoes
And I want to lead Dorothy back home
Here today, here tomorrow, here's the lay of the land
Here's my heart, here's my sorrow, I surrender
Charming, charming, charming, charming
'Cause there, at the garden verge
I will pull you up in hope again
No more second thought
Will crowd you out of your desire
To be loved, not touched, to be
Blameless and ecstatic again
This is all there is, no knowledge is too much to bear in the end.
Once upon a time a lady was given a task. She tried like the dickens to sweep past it—if it was any other year or any other life—but to no avail—it belonged to her. She promised to disappoint—she couldn’t understand if vengeance or pride got her saddled with it—and she was charming. She was stuck in a dream—facing it alone—freaked out by all that was expected of her—swallow the inky code, etc. were metaphors and was assured that eventually she would hear back—not elaborating on what temporary tongue means—although for now, don’t say anything and part of that was also her smirky retort—oh don’t say anything! Don’t say shit! Because she was exhausted and pissed off. Time after time she was pulled up in hope again—mostly in her vast garden—and she was loved but not touched and reassured that all of this knowledge she was piling up would not do her in. Now the passions showed up and said look kid, we want this more than anything. We want the damn red shoes—here the red shoes referred to the dancing Red Shoes as well as Dorothy’s as she was playing a rather un-traditional Dorothy and the passions wanted to bring her home. She said damn, but you’re taskmasters! Here’s my heart—here’s my sorrow—I surrender. And she surrendered many times—getting nowhere. Pulled up in hope again … that’s another story …