Siren Song - Sara Singer

Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle And you sang Sail to me, sail to me Let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you Did I dream, you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was full sail? Now my foolish boat is leaning Broken lovelorn on your rocks For you sing Touch me not, touch me not Come back tomorrow Oh, my heart Oh, my heart shies from the sorrow Well I'm as puzzled as the newborn child I'm as riddled as the tide Should I stand amid the breakers? Or should I lie with death my bride? Hear me sing Swim to me, swim to me Let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you

Drink from the leche of sirens Summon the sailors in town Strangle the fear of deciding Which one's deserving to drown Engraved in our memory the harm that was done Our mothers, the witches, they banished and burned All of our sisters were killed and abused By sword-swinging men who would always accuse The worst of a woman who fights for our right To be where we belong, at the front of the line Tired of silence and being polite Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night Drink from the leche of sirens Summon the sailors in town Strangle the fear of deciding Which one's deserving to drown Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown Let them drown, let them drown Let them drown Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess They steal the resources, destroy all the land Belittle the power of the feminine hand The milk from the rivers of every moon Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb Bury their souls in a cove by the light Celestial dip all that ego and pride Drink from the leche of sirens Summon the sailors in town Strangle the fear of deciding Which one's deserving to drown Let them drown, let them drown Let them drown Nothing wrong with a little havoc It's fun when shit hits the fan So guillotine their heads by shouting "Cut 'em off," leave waters red Nothing wrong with a little havoc It's fun when shit hits the fan So guillotine their heads by shouting "Cut 'em off," leave waters red Drink from the leche of sirens (nothing wrong with a little havoc, it's fun when shit hits the fan) Summon the sailors in town (so guillotine their heads by shouting, "Cut 'em off," leave waters red) Strangle the fear of deciding (nothing wrong with a little havoc, it's fun when shit hits the fan) Which one's deserving to drown (so guillotine their heads by shouting, "Cut 'em off," leave waters red) Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

I'm giving you up I think it's about time that I do something that I said I always would I'm giving you up I wipe your footprints off the window of my truck I'm giving you up Yeah, the truth is I've been trying to find my way Yeah, the truth is Our love was nothing but a mistake Yeah, the truth is I don't believe a word that you say, oh Cheers to a break up song For every 21, I party all night long Cheers to the bartender's pouring 'em strong Raise your glass up 'cause you gotta move on Cheers to a break up song This is my jam party all night long Brother she's gone With the guy that she said was just a friend, yeah I cannot believe you said you'll always love me When it came down to it, you treated me like I'm nothing But I'm doing fine, yeah, I'm a-okay Love you and I hate you seems like the same thing I shouldn't never called last night 'Cause all we do is fight and you know it isn't right for me I'm moving on You're where I left you If you're falling fast I'll never catch you Yeah, the truth is I've been trying to find my way Yeah, the truth is Our love was nothing but a mistake Yeah, the truth is I don't believe a word that you (that you say) The hard part is I know that you're gone But the worse part is I gotta move on Yeah, the worst part is I even had to make this song, song, so Cheers to a break up song For every 21, I party all night long Cheers to the bartender's pouring 'em strong Raise your glass up 'cause you gotta move on Cheers to a breakup song This is my jam party all night long Brother she's gone With the guy that she said was just a friend Cheers to a break up song Cheers to the bartender's pouring 'em strong Cheers to a break up song Brother she's gone With the guy that she said was just a friend Cheers to a break up song For every 21, I party all night long Cheers to the bartender's pouring 'em strong Raise your glass up 'cause you gotta move on Cheers to a breakup song This is my jam party all night long Brother she's gone With the guy that she said was just a friend

Cold chills, prison cells Locked in, bars of steel Leave my woman tonight Just ain't feeling right Oh my Lord, praise him be (Cold chills, prison cells) Set your poor people free (Locked in, bars of steel) Be merciful to our abusers (Leave my woman tonight) They don't know what they do (Just ain't feeling right) Thinking you lost your senses (Oh my Lord, praise him be) What can you do when they...? (Set your poor people free) Ooh, you better collect your pieces (Be merciful to our abusers) Freedom, it waits out here (They don't know what they do) Don't have to go to prison (Oh my Lord, praise him be) But will it accomplish you? (Set your poor people free) Ku Klux Klan, they're laughing (Be merciful to our abusers) Damning the thought of you (They don't know what they do) Condemning you to your suffering (Oh my Lord, praise him be) Is that what you really want? (Set your poor people free) Prison, it's all a prison (Be merciful to our abusers) Marking your time on walls (They don't know what they do) Think you better change your motto (Oh my Lord, praise him be) Wiping away the mourn (Set your poor people free) There in the bars, let's follow (Be merciful to our abusers) Tell me your days aren't done (They don't know what they do) "Vengeance is mine", said the Lord

I'm on a train I'm listening To all the sounds The engine makes And 'neath the train There are some tracks The train goes click-a clack-a! I'm on a train I'm on a train I'm listening To all the sounds The engine makes And on this train There are some wheels The train goes click-a clack-a, chugga chugga! I'm on a train I'm on a train I'm listening To all the sounds The engine makes And on this train There is a whistle The train goes click-a clack-a, chugga chugga, choo choo! I'm on a train I'm on a train I'm listening To all the sounds The engine makes And on this train There's a conductor The train goes click-a clack-a, chugga chugga, choo choo! "All aboard!" I'm on a train I'm on a train I'm listening To all the sounds The engine makes And on this train We say goodbye! The train goes click-a clack-a, chugga chugga, choo choo! The train goes click-a clack-a, chugga chugga, choo choo! "All aboard!" "Bye-bye!" I'm on a train

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour