Full of Herself [song lyric]
This is one of those sagas which came wrapped up in the tune. It’s about someone I knew many moons ago who should have become a lover but it couldn’t happen because of a major choice she made for herself in her teenage past. If you’re smart you can see what that choice was. Tragic. Still brings tears to my eyes. This is my favourite of all the songs I ever wrote.
I looked inside the broken slide
Which skeltered down your soul
And there I saw the scenes of war
And the truth out on parole
With a trenchant sigh and a broken why
I saw your mask again
So I closed the door and begged some more
But you never let me in
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
“I would if there was room”, she said
“But I have no place to spare
I’m trapped by my own circumspence
And I’m coming up for air”;
Engulfed by all the jewels she found
Which never saw the light
She wrapped herself in angel dust
From the darkness of the night
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
As you delved into your chessboard past
I heard the desperate cry
Of all the locusts seeking food
In the fulcrum of the lie
You act as if your heart stood still
when faced with my retort
But I now know your crutches well
From the place where they were bought
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
When two decades of desert death
Have parched the sheaves of growth
And twisted round the rusty scythes
Which strewed the field of hope
A torrent is the only means
To cleanse your shrivelled soul
And here I stand awash with love
To fill your aching hole
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
The one thing that I know you need
Will never be received
Forgiveness from a phantom child
Is more than you believe
You’d rather build your wall of dreams
With petals dressed in time
Than realise that life moves on
Like the lines of this dark rhyme
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
I thrust my spear into the crowd
Of clones within that space
I wondered why they seemed to be
Androgynously placed
With a high-pitched scream in a shattered dream
And a cloud of feathered thoughts
You threw yourself out of my arms
And by a falling star were caught
So full of her self
No room in her heart
Left high on the shelf
Doomed right from the start
© 2010, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 