Work in Progress. Updated.

Yet another music seminar weekend over! Loads of hand-and-knee-clapping, finger-snapping and going "Bagdad-Bonn-Bagdad-Bonn-Bagdad-Bonn-Bagdad-Bangladesh" (That's a bass drum, snare drums and crash cymbals, obviously!) and "ka-ta-ki-ci-ka-ta-ki-ci"... Ooh, I could tell you tons and tons of stuff now about percussion, vocussion, improvisation and other words ending on -ion... Then again, you might fall asleep.

Anyway, afterwards, with all that new input, I somehow couldn't help myself but sat down (on the train actually) and started writing a new song. It's been a good while since the last one and of course it's not finished yet, but I kinda like it so far, so you have the (yes, inevitable) honour of getting to read the lyrics - as far as I got - hot off the notepad. So that one day, when I'm rich and famous, you can say "Ah, I knew her back then. So modest and unpretentious she was..."

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Damsel in Distress

Yes, there is baggage I bring along.
But I don’t expect you to carry it for me.
Well, if you insist – but don’t make a habit of it.
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Keep in mind that the sudden lightness on my back
Will only weigh you down,
Will only weigh me down the more
Later. When you get too tired…
Later. When you get too tired…
Later. When you get tired of me.
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I’m not your damsel in distress.
The dragon’s already slain,
So don’t try to clear up my mess in vain.
I’m no damsel in distress.
The dragon’s already slain,
So don’t try to clear up my mess
in vain...

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Don't make more promises than you can keep.

I'm not gonna try to use your word against you.

I don't need a crown - just don't send me off on my own.

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Cast off your shining armour, it's out of style anyway.

It would only weigh you down,

Would only weigh me down the more

Later. When you're getting tired...

Later. When you're getting tired...

Later. When you get tired of me.

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I'm not your damsel in distress.

The dragon's already slain,

So don't try to clear up my mess in vain.

I'm no damsel in distress.

The dragon's already slain,

So don't try to clear up my mess

in vain...

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So you carry yours, and I'll carry mine.

And we'll meet half way

for a picknick break.

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