LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #46: “Blonde for a Day”
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #46: “Blonde for a Day”. Please enjoy this exuberantly direct song which I’ve just written. (Well, I enjoyed writing it!). The social context is all in the introduction on the video. Hope it resonates. The lyrics are below. Love to one and all… 💝
You think you can read me because of my hair,
which makes me seem phony;
but why should you care?
You’re brainwashed by values as deep as my skin;
it’s time that you looked for
some treasures within.
“You’re just not authentic”, is all you can say.
You’ll only be happy
when you’ve made me grey!
Soon I might be purple, then what will you do? 🙂
You may blow a gasket —
Your face turning blue!
[Refrain]
How would you feel if
I went blonde for a day?
Would that fulfil your demand
to make me fit in your
control-freak cliché?
Your wish will not be my command!
“Tu dois régulariser”, the puppets will say,
and then when I laugh
and say, “Be on your way!”,
they’ll start to get angry and call me some names,
like “selfish”, “unruly”.
I don’t play your games! (O no!)
Because you are jealous of those not in chains,
all you can do now
is fuss and complain,
bewail with the prisoners installed in your block.
But what you all need is
a wake-up-call shock!
[Refrain]
How would you feel if
I went blonde for a day?
Would that fulfil your demand
to make me fit in your
control-freak cliché?
Your wish will not be my command!
Trying to make others around you conform
and must only stick to
the pathways well-worn
is none of your business and never will be.
Because you’re a prisoner
you resent those who’re free.
[Vocal Bridge]
If you feel the urge to dictate how I live,
you must first heal yourself,
stop projecting ill-health,
be released from your cell,
then you’ll not be compelled
to dictate to all else how to be…
I hold out my hand and say, “Join me on my
elysian journey”,
but you’re petrified
& threatened by thoughts of being chainless and free.
You’d rather restrain
all the bozos like me!
[Refrain]
How would you feel if
I went blonde for a day?
Would that fulfil your demand
to make me fit in your
control-freak cliché?
Your wish will not be my command!
You’re always the first to obey what you’re told
by government people —
you’re bought, branded, sold.
And then in the future when shit hits the fan,
you’ll be snitching like crazy
for the fatherland.
The more that the state puts restrictions on you,
the more you will grovel
and fall for their coup.
You’ll willingly take on the mark of the beast
and cheer while the sheep
are being slaughtered and fleeced.
[Refrain]
How would you feel if
I went blonde for a day?
Would that fulfil your demand
to make me fit in your
control-freak cliché?
Your wish will not be my command!
© Alan Morrison, 2020
The Naked Troubadour 