New Song: Girl Into Devil (I Belong To Me)
Premiered this at the Deathless launch last night with my beautiful yuki_onna on stage next to me. Only screwed up the words a little bit. ((grin)) Life is all over blessings. I concede a bit of breakup angst in this one, but it's genuinely written for Deathless as much as it is for me, with cameos by Lebedeva, Chairman Yaga, Ivan, and of course Marya. Composed in Cat and Dmitri's house in Maine just exactly a week ago, in the nick of time...
Girl Into Devil
Copyright S. J. Tucker 2011. All rights reserved.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep dark wood?"
The answer should be easy, but not this time.
She fits your little story, but she's up to no good.
Growing up means growing into war,
waiting be broken just to understand,
and going where you've never gone before,
changing into devil just as fast as you can.
Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear.
Don't believe everything that you hear.
Wear your color high and tilt your head just so-
Maybe nobody will know.
Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say?
Stolen fairytale girls never get to choose the easy way.
A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play,
Masha raises her head to say
"I belong to me.
Even now, even here,
I belong to me."
Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl.
Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down.
Counterfeit to hardness all you will,
everybody knows that you're from out of town.
Trust the devil never to let go,
mixing hell and romance just like any other fool.
Wisely, you must heed a sister's words:
love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule.
Coral coaxes, red compels,
green for daring, blue for bargains fell.
You are dear to me and I'll never tell
how afraid you are.
Shouldering a rifle more to prove with every breath,
stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death.
It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left
and so all you can say is (yes)
I belong to me,
even now even here.
And when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand,
clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains.
As long as love's around we'll tell the story again and again.
I think this is where I came in.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
I may fit the story but I'm up to no good.
Girl Into Devil
Copyright S. J. Tucker 2011. All rights reserved.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep dark wood?"
The answer should be easy, but not this time.
She fits your little story, but she's up to no good.
Growing up means growing into war,
waiting be broken just to understand,
and going where you've never gone before,
changing into devil just as fast as you can.
Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear.
Don't believe everything that you hear.
Wear your color high and tilt your head just so-
Maybe nobody will know.
Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say?
Stolen fairytale girls never get to choose the easy way.
A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play,
Masha raises her head to say
"I belong to me.
Even now, even here,
I belong to me."
Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl.
Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down.
Counterfeit to hardness all you will,
everybody knows that you're from out of town.
Trust the devil never to let go,
mixing hell and romance just like any other fool.
Wisely, you must heed a sister's words:
love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule.
Coral coaxes, red compels,
green for daring, blue for bargains fell.
You are dear to me and I'll never tell
how afraid you are.
Shouldering a rifle more to prove with every breath,
stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death.
It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left
and so all you can say is (yes)
I belong to me,
even now even here.
And when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand,
clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains.
As long as love's around we'll tell the story again and again.
I think this is where I came in.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
I may fit the story but I'm up to no good.