Desperate cry from the heart, from the spirit, to be freed, to be irresistibly feminine, to be strong and elemental.
A middle-aged wife/mother feeling suffocated by time and situation. She sees her dreams, even her capacity to dream slipping away. A great vehicle for soaring female vocals.
Style/Mood:light rock & classical mix. Ulysses after dark. Lyrical. Alternating narrative, plaintiveness & passion.
Lyrics
There were too many years and they all seemed the same
She'd stand at her mirror and call out her name
As she looked for the child and she looked for the girl
Who'd wandered away in the depths of the world
And the streets so familiar the faces so plain
The nights without magic the everything tamed
The men who passed by her with hardly a stare
But she told herself as she clutched at the air
Chorus
“It's not my home I'm not this wife
I'm not this woman
No this is not my life
I'm not the person that everyone knows
I'm not who they think I am
I've got the courage oh I've got the power
And come the day and come the hour
I'm going to throw this straight life down
I'll be what I am (Repeat "What I am 2nd time through)
(Repeat last 2 lines 2nd time through)
I'm a gypsy
I come from the sacred mountain
My love is like a fountain to a lost man's soul
I'm a gypsy
And I dance the crooked highway
Entrance the haunted byway
Where the wild things go”
She was proud of the lovers and proud of the pain
But ashamed of the compromise life then became
Scared of her loneliness scared of her fear
And winter's hard voice in her ear
She stood on the precipice facing the sun
And offered herself as a young girl had done
For the four winds to bear her
For the wonder to start
Then she told herself as the sun kissed her heart
Chorus
