Sing Girl, Shoot

I'm becoming enamored again by female singer/songwriters that are authentic. Tori Amos and Kate Bush, are some of my new and old favorites. There is something revitalizing about watching a woman croon something from the depth of her soul. These women perform without trying to make their song fit an audience. They also do not display a forced sex appeal. With lyrics that are unapologetic, there seems to be no fear in these women that expressing a need or desire in their songs will make them needy, that anger will make them angry.



From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way
Finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes, with a message from my heart
Yes, with a message from my heart

She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away
Well I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter
Takes one more cherry tree

She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitation
Dreams with the flying pigs, turbin blue and the drugstores too
Safe in their coats and in their do's
Yeah, smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
One day maybe one day
One day she'll be her own

And in the mist there she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
And become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And I'm callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin'

Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own





HerStory Head Editor,
Maria