Analisa

This song portrays some of the torment and outcast-ness I experienced as a child. The ending... ...though the metaphor is death, the cliff is really representative of leaping fearlessly into the vastness of one's own being - of leaving behind all that holds one back, that makes one small.

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My name is Analisa
It may have been my first, but it wasn’t my last
Let me tell you a story of my past.

Verse 1:
There was a little country girl, she liked to play alone
Flowers for companions and a stone would be her throne
She ran naked through the fields, laughing at the sun
Brushing just past nettles and a nest of honeycomb
But she never expected to be stung

Verse 2:
She never was afraid, used to sing for mama’s friends
Dancing for hours, making shadows with her hands
But on that judgement day, wildflowers on the wall
Who are all these children, and what are these names they call?
(Da da da, who do you call..., after the fall...)

Verse 3:
“Hey little hippi girl, why are you such a freak?
Isn’t it the funniest thing, those tears running down her cheeks”
They called her ugly, airhead, what could she believe?
Looking from a child’s eyes, how could she see
The freedom in her simplicity?
(Dididlidi...)

Verse 4
She tried to understand, she tried to make her peace
But the more she stood her ground, the more that they would tease
“Sit tight, just shut your mouth, ignore it yeah just fake it
If you can’t control your feelings then you’ll never ever make it”
(Da da down, just sit on down...)

Verse 5:
So she learned to play it cool, she tried to keep her pride
But she lost a part of her heart with all those tears she hid inside
She tried to fill the hole with things she didn’t need
Their superficial beauty taught her thievery and greed
(Da da deel, what did you steal, how do you feel...)

Verse 6:
Busted, broken down and angry
She started to question what really made her hungry
‘What did I come here for? Isn’t there something more?’
But now she couldn’t remember who she even was before
(Ba da bo, open the door, I gotta settle the score...)

Verse 7:
She was cold. . . oh so cold. . . and lonely,
Heavy. . . oh lord so heavy. . . and stiff
Yearning for salvation she danced. . .
. . . yeah she danced. . . yes she danced. . .
. . . right off a cliff

Spreading her wings to fly, for freedom she would strive
In the moment she died, she would finally be alive

I’m justified, I’m crucified, I’m terrified
I will not be denied!
I will testify till I’m satisfied and purified
I’m mystified!
I’m a firefly, I’m a butterfly, I’m a dragonfly
Hear an angel cry!