I Hope You're Okay

This song is about a strange lady who has a handicapped live-in boyfriend and is sick of being bound down with the duty of having to constantly take care of a man who was once a sports star and is now a living vegetable. One fine day she meets a little boy who looks distressed in the countryside and makes conversation with him. Although the lady is a talented seamstress who has novel and modern-for-her-time designs, she decides that after helping the boy and his mother stand up to their abusive husband/father (which we will see in the middle of the song), to stay with them in their cottage on a farm. The verses tell the main story of what happens when and after she meets the boy and the chorus bears subtle reference to her boyfriend back home and it seems as if she doesn't care about his well-being, which is on the line (which is pretty much true).

I have come up with the tune and am able to sing the song without any music. I plan on using some kiddie toy instruments and my imagination so I can make a recording of me singing this odd song with the accompaniment of an 'easy-to-play' kiddie keyboard! =). Anyone willing to aid in instrumentals is more than welcome. I unfortunately am not mutated and can therefore not play the violin while singing or even worse, play the saxophone or clarinet while doing so. I very much doubt that such a mutation where there is a resultant two mouths is even possible anyhow.
Anyway, you can read the lyrics and though they may seem pointless and senseless, you must understand that this is me reflecting at one go. I don't think very much when I write lyrics, they just come out in a jumble. I have edited here and there and have tried to make it seem to make sense as much as I could, but at the end of the day, this is what makes me unique. Heh heh.

So here you go!

[RECORDING OF ME SINGING WILL BE UPLOADED SOON, I PROMISE]

I hope you're okay
Lyrics and song: Maya Bhalla

I met a little boy
And to me he said
"You can't get away with that dirt in your head"
And I said to him "How do you know these wise things"
And he said to me, "I have a father who stings"
And I understood these little words
Come from abuse that's so much unheard
So I'm packing my bags
And I'm on my way
I'm sorry to say
I'm leaving you today

I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
EITHER WAY!

Nighttime fell and we reached where the boy did dwell
I can tell you that the dark reminded me of hell
So this little boy led me to a cottage up ahead
Hidden by creepers, spanning the flower bed
Up the rickety stairs that led to his porch
I could make out from a distance a man with a torch
"Who've you brought so late this night. Thought she was stalkin' you, gave me a fright.
You little twat, you disobey, I'll give you a beating, make your body sway."
And to that I let him have it, one big blow to his dangly man-bit.
He was swaying like a windblown chime. Collapse he did in the nick of time.
Called the cops, they took him away, boy's mother was crying, such a dismay
Caused a little mess, a bit of distress, but all was good, I created a mood
Soon they forgot and we settled down, had some dinner and I stitched a gown

I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
EITHER WAY!

I know that I've left you, I know I'm far away
But it's easier to forget you, which makes it easier to stay
I'm happy here, reminiscing not, with this little boy who's room is like a cot
His daddy's now in jail
And it's me that they hail
His mother and him
Attend to my every whim
It's a pretty little home
They raise pretty little hen
I've decided I'm not leaving
I'll make this my den

I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
Either way
I hope you're okay
EITHER WAY!

xx

Maya

UNFINISHED SONG - CONTRIBUTION NEEDED! - I.E COLLAB!

Drown me in the flames,
Push me into the burning mass,
I'm made of plastic anyway,
No pain befalls my skin,
I have no next-of-kin.

Poke me with the stokes you use,
Sheer the skin up off my back,
My skin was meant to disintegrate,
I'm in this shithole of putrid hate.

It wreaks. the ground the damned dirty ground, yes it wreaks (x2)

Over-zealous cheeky fucks,
Teens in hoodies taking drugs,
Purgatory's great,
A not-so-achievable fate.

[INCOMPLETE!]

Butchered By Sanity

A warm bosom, is what you crave,
Not your mother's, she despised you,
Your fantasy for delicate virginal female,
A depraved childhood leaves you no choice,
Stranded in the silent cacophony,
The only music in your head.

What you once sought is now an image,
That is slowly disappearing,
Behind your mind's eye,
Shut out from the world as you might be,
A monster you have become from within.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me.

Spearing the world with your words,
That seem to fall on untrodden path,
Disappearing in the whispers of the wind,
Where nothing and no one bother to go,
Fallen from Grace you have indeed.

Your ties, severed with your mind,
And Insanity plays no fault,
It's sanity that has butchered you,
Cut you up, chewed you up and spat you out
Leaving nothing but pieces of what once was.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me.

You can't see beyond the reaches of yourself,
Consumed by devilish cravings,
You've torn down the barriers,
Between what you tried to maintain, and me,
And you've torn me...torn me up beyond reprieve.

No self-redemption is worth trying for,
You know what you are (an empty soul) and
What you were is no more,
Tossed about by blatant lies,
You've torn me up...torn me up inside.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me
With hands, with hands so bloody.

xx
-M Pap- (Sunday, 31 August 2008)

PRETEND

i'd like one of them pretty masquerade masks
unique and exquisite
one of every colour
one for each season

but i can't afford them
they're too expensive and too exquisite
far too nice and far too glam
for my face that seems to be disintegrating

so i walk with the pulsing crowd
feeling part of it
but still afraid of it
of who i am

so i like to pretend
so i play with my mind
and other peoples' too
and it makes me happy

but just for a while
just for a while
it saves me time
it saves me time

but i really only want one of them pretty masquerade masks
no reflection of who i am from any glass
no inkling of where i might've come from
just me and my pretty masquerade mask

but i can't afford one
no i can't afford one
so i play pretend
i play pretend.

-M Pap- (Friday, 30 May 2008)

A DIRTY OLD HAG AT THE LAUNDROMAT

fucking old hag
she's got a kitten under her right armpit
but you don't listen cuz she's a cripple
and you put in yo' penny to start it up
but she's gone and you stare
at an empty spot that was once there
afraid to fill it
too afraid you'll kill it
like you did before
all over again
all over again

and the whistle blows
and you're young and sweating
and you're a nancy
a faggot twisting
in starched pants
and you recieve a blow
from whats-his-name jo
and they strip you naked
and you don't care
cuz it's happening
all over again
all over again

and a pistol sounds
a whistle blares
in your ear
you're going deaf
you're an old hag
an old hag
smoking a lit fag
and you're alone
all over again
all over again

raging war
bloody battles
clarion calls
silver pikes
medallions
oh is it over?
or is it still going on
your mama's not hugging you
maybe it's not over?
your head is bursting
all over again
all over again

cat's piss
smell of rotting bodies
a leaky faucet
a broken nose
a thousand arms
reaching out at you
bulbs flashing
too many voices
your head hurts
all over again
all over again

it's the end of the line
and you want to start over
and you're lying in the bed
a hospital
dirty old man
wheezing beside you
you pick up your crowbar
beat him
and he bleeds oh he bleeds
all over again
all over again

soft music
melancholic sounds
drifting through
someone's playing Paganini
oh how you love Paganini.
smells are wafting
wafting through the air
a baker's shop
your polished shoes
who are you now?
are you rich?
are you different?
is it finally happening?
''no you stupid fuck''
someone spits on your shoes
all over again
all over again

but now you drift
you're a frivolous youth
stuck in what feels like
the mundane school-life
but you're alone
and away from chatter
it's peaceful
but far too dreamy to be solid
you're sated
and you float
where are you now?
who are you?
i don't care
i don't care
because it's not happening anymore.


all over again.
no more.

-M Pap- (Sunday, 11 May 2008)