songs – Naphtalia

A semi-repost with lyrics:

I’m A Woman
Naphtalia

9/22/10

I am a figure of your imagination
I have fooled you to think I really like carnations
But it’s just a web I weave

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman

I am bold and clear and I have reservations
My emotions are more like a radio station
It’s fuzzy, then you tune in

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman

Hear my song: beauty, beauty
I sing it all night, if I’m weeping or dancing
I don’t have one way to be
I want you to start seeing me

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
Woven, then torn apart, then stitched up again
I’m a woman

I am beautiful and that’s not your imagination

I’ll admit that I published a confession not an hour ago and already removed it from the blog.

The fact is that I have been trying for about three weeks to remember the words to a Ghanaen song I learned once and tonight I made progress. I have now successfully remembered one word and the first three measures of the melody. Odjile. That’s all I’ve got and I’m not even sure that’s the word I need.

I’d simply rather post about my memorable journey with F.K. than make more confessions at this point that could lead to great embarrassment and a plummeting into deep, regretful, humility.

Instead, I’ll just keep watching Hayor Bibimma videos, like I have for the past hour, trying to remember more.

Here’s a dance I learned the same summer I learned the escaping song. It’s called the Gele and I believe has something to do with the “come on, I dare you” concept that has been in my mind lately. Alas, it’s all related in the end.

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