True Believer (wr. 18.9.1998)
She's a true believer,
You watch her,
The most high brow girl with the dirtiest mind,
Stained from here to hell,
Dangerous when she's kind,
Reconcile her fears long distance,
But I guess she knows...and she knows...and she knows.
Brave heart, she packs with stiff smiles,
She's been treated like a piece of shit,
No easy convert this time,
She'll worship the truth this time.
She splintered her throat with insults,
Turned her back, put her feet up,
Elusive shadow...as she goes, she goes, she goes,
She really goes.
Ballistic as she's being watched,
Ensconed in her own private ritual,
Can't stop running, she's got territory to reclaim,
There's a roar inside her,
That I know she won't try to restrain.
Cos she's not coming home...coming home...coming home.
She's a true believer,
You watch her,
The most highbrow girl with the dirtiest mind,
As she turns away,
She'll never be the same,
She's flying on broken wings,
No easy convert this time,
(Can't you see, you're running on borrowed time),
She'll get to the top,
While we all stop,
Breathless from heaven to hell,
She'll be back, I know,
Looking for herself,
So simply bizarre,
So tossingly naive,
But at times, I suspect she knows...and she knows...and she knows...
She's a true believer,
She's not here to stay,
But she won't go away,
Using her smiles for miles, discovering her wiles,
As I turn away from the easy convert she's become,
Muttering some pathetic excuse,
She's still there,
But I won't be with her.
She swears she'll come back,
As her tears were shed on the ground,
She said she'd fly high,
As her spirit fell,
She laughed,
As her body perished,
She answered the call,
But it was my dirty bloody mind.
September 18th 1998.
Adelaide La Blanche-Dupont
You watch her,
The most high brow girl with the dirtiest mind,
Stained from here to hell,
Dangerous when she's kind,
Reconcile her fears long distance,
But I guess she knows...and she knows...and she knows.
Brave heart, she packs with stiff smiles,
She's been treated like a piece of shit,
No easy convert this time,
She'll worship the truth this time.
She splintered her throat with insults,
Turned her back, put her feet up,
Elusive shadow...as she goes, she goes, she goes,
She really goes.
Ballistic as she's being watched,
Ensconed in her own private ritual,
Can't stop running, she's got territory to reclaim,
There's a roar inside her,
That I know she won't try to restrain.
Cos she's not coming home...coming home...coming home.
She's a true believer,
You watch her,
The most highbrow girl with the dirtiest mind,
As she turns away,
She'll never be the same,
She's flying on broken wings,
No easy convert this time,
(Can't you see, you're running on borrowed time),
She'll get to the top,
While we all stop,
Breathless from heaven to hell,
She'll be back, I know,
Looking for herself,
So simply bizarre,
So tossingly naive,
But at times, I suspect she knows...and she knows...and she knows...
She's a true believer,
She's not here to stay,
But she won't go away,
Using her smiles for miles, discovering her wiles,
As I turn away from the easy convert she's become,
Muttering some pathetic excuse,
She's still there,
But I won't be with her.
She swears she'll come back,
As her tears were shed on the ground,
She said she'd fly high,
As her spirit fell,
She laughed,
As her body perished,
She answered the call,
But it was my dirty bloody mind.
September 18th 1998.
Adelaide La Blanche-Dupont