Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silent, artist - Paula Cole. Album song Revolution, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Silent |
When Karl and his sister, united me in their tribe |
I felt a strength in numbers embolding my shyness |
I laughed at other people |
At their bodies, at their hair |
I became the vicious girl inside parroting her despair |
And one day cold as calculation, Karl went too far |
Intentional in his hurting, physical in his war |
To the shyest one of all of us |
The tenderest lonely heart |
I watched in horror, helpless, silent, as the moment passed me, gone |
Flying to the world tour, 25 and free |
With condescending attitudes, from British men in cliques |
When I imbibed too much Schnapps one night, in a Swiss hotel |
One tour manager, felt this was the green light, pressed me down |
On the bed, by my surprise, dick and tongue pressed hard |
What a sad excuse of a man, thinking this what one does |
Showing him out with deep disdain I kept the truth concealed |
Cutting myself off from my own feelings, I kept on in silent hurt |
My introversion in the kitchen, 30 years past, amongst the Moms |
I don’t share with them my secrets, staying safe from all their gossip |
Their husbands in the parlor, Huddled close together |
Palpable discomfort when I join them in their circle |
Looking for a conversation I listen to them speak |
Jockeying one-upmanship, subconscious insecurity |
I add my twenty cents to the room — how flatly it does land |
Unaccustomed to a woman of mind, they wish to conquer me instead |
«Hush, child!" — I hear my great grandmother whisper in my mind |
It remains as relevant today here amongst this boring party |
I don’t know where I stand |
I go rogue, go quiet quicksand |
Folding into myself, losing voice, to a moment passed again |
Absorbing painful lessons, standing on my ground |
I advocate, I’m blue in the face, I’m the leader of the crowd |
But inside I’m a coward, still the little girl |
Bystanding in my silence next to Karl bullying her |
For nothing is so simple, the bully is the weak |
Afraid to be tormented, tormenting for pre-empting |
For Karl yearned for Father, for love, for attention |
He acted out the monster inside his lonely hurting |
There is never enough love, there is never enough listening |
There is never enough of our mothers, to give us all we’re missing |
I took on the silence, mandated by generations |
But no more shall I be the mute and deaf and dumb submissive |