Vaya

The life of a slave

The life of a slave is hard, without any choices to make,
nor decisions to take, the life of a slave is hard..
The life of a slave is bound to whoever holds her by right
with collar and shackles so tight, the life of a slave is bound..
The life of a slave is sad when she has no more tears left to cry,
not even the choice left to die, the life of a slave is sad..
The life of a slave is lust when the one who takes her by right
is able to love her, make her life light, the life of a slave is lust..
The life of a slave can be born when she enjoys every patch of blue sky,
when she as far as chains allow her will fly, the life of a slave can be born.


Crying

Sometimes my silence cries for me, since I've got no room to yell,
and if you don't listen, if you don't see, you never will know me well.

And sometimes my gestures cry for me, for in them I can controll
the things that I keep tight in me, my pain and my fear for the fall.

And sometimes my songs will cry for me, they weep and wail my grief,
for in that sad story, in that lover's plea, I can find a short relief.

And sometimes my dance will cry for me, the movements they flow like tears,
they flow like the waves, they flow like the sea, they flow like the seasons and years.

But never my eyes will cry for me, it seems I cannot let go,
I will always bear it, and I cannot flee from the pain that in me does grow.


The Smith's Song

See how the fire sparks, see how it licks and glows,
see how it eats the wood, until it grows and grows,
see how the fire sings, see how the fire dances,
it sings: Shape me with your hands,
it sings: shape me with your will,
it sings: shape me with your mind,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

See how the air does swirl, see how it feeds the fire,
until it grows and grows, following his desire,
see how the air is dancing, see how the air does swirl.
it whispers: shape me with your breath
it whispers: shape me with your thoughts
it whispers: shape me with your dreams,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

See how the metal heats, glowing with a red light,
until it is so hot that it is glowing white.
See how the metal glows, see how the metal changes,
it clings: shape wme with your hands,
it clings: shape me with your hammer,
it clings: shape me with your dreams,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

Se how the water does extinguish metal's gleam
it moves and boils and sloshes and is changed to steam
see how the water moves, see how the water flows,
it hisses: shape me with your will,
it hisses: shape me with your metal,
it hisses: shape me with your thoughts,
and let me help you, bring beauty in the world.

See how the girl is moving within your embrace
see how she seeks and finds the passion in your face,
see how the girl does sing, see how the girl is dancing,
she sings: shape me with your lips,
she sings: shape me with your hands,
she sings: shape me with your love,
let me help you, bring beauty in the world.


Song to a hard heart
Listen, I have got something to tell you, even if you are not here right now,
and what I'll say is likely to surprise  you, because you've not been listening somehow.

I know that you think that you have not hurt me, for after all I'm nothing but a slave,
but if you'd opened up your eyes you could see, that I have really felt the pain you gave.

And some people will say that I have asked it, because I give some men just what they need,
but let me tell you that I am not waiting for you to take your anger out on me.

And if you wonder why I'm telling you this, it's because I did not know another way,
and I don't even know if I will send this, cause I doubt that you will listen anyway.


The warmth of a woman

She smiles up at you from within your embrace,
sometimes she's wild, and you know her grace,
you see the bright light shining up from her face,
Bask in the warmth of a woman.

You know she is shy, she looks to the ground,
you feel her heart shake, in your arms that surround,
you know that with love to you she is bound,
win the warmth of a woman.

She always has a teasing glint in her eyes,
And ever she will have for you a surprise,
She'll never do things in the same way twice,
Wonder at the warmth of a woman.

She has the round flesh and your mother's charms,
with her you feel safe, as in your mother's arms,
She'll always be here, never do you harm,
Safe in the warmth of a woman.

Her beauty is radiant, it lightens the place,
you dream of her body, her laugh and embrace,
but you come no closer, just look at her face.
Dream of the warmth of a woman.

She writhes and she moans and for pity she cries,
But you hold the reigns, it's you who decides,
When you think it right, you let go and she flies,
Reign the warmth of a woman.


Dreaming..

To be a clumsy brat is all this foolish one can be
and she has not been good at that at all.
for clumsy, stupid and too haughty for her good is she,
she will to often disobey or fall..

And so she has been taught, that she is worth less then the dogs,
for dogs are usefull, which she cannot be.
she'll only learn a lesson when the teacher whips or flogs,
and cries and snivels all the time you see..

She knows she'll not succeed, but she cannot stop to try
to give her all, to follow, to obey
and when she tries to do her best her nerves will get so high,
that without clumsiness she cannot stay..

She dreams of being wanted, and she dreams of being good,
in what They wish for her to do or be.
And though her music often earned her hard slaps or a boot,
it's only in her songs her dreams are free..
it's only in her songs, her dreams are free..


Song to a pet

This one has seen you from a distance, playing pet to everyone,
and she fears it if you realise one day what they have done.
For your self is slowly fading, till you will be nothing more,
then an animal, a nothing, just a tool at your own core.

And this one, she can remember how she tried to keep her soul,
just like you seen as a pet she could not keep her own self whole..
And she tried to tell you softly what she needed in your place,
that you're human, and important, and she stroked your hair and face.

But you do not want to listen, are you maybe just afraid?
Or have you already started to believe the things they said?
And my anger just confused you, but it was not meant for you,
but for all the heartless people who a thing like this would do...?

So I leave you your decisions, as I had been left to mine,
and I see in people's eyes the warmth for you still softly shine..
So I hope that you'll have more luck and be happy with your fate,
so you will not feel like this one to yourself a lasting hate..