The Naked Troubadour

Letter to a Selfie [new song video]

Posted on Aug 26, 2021

LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #80: “Letter to a Selfie”. I see so many sad and desperate selfies from women on social media begging for attention or validation. But the purely physical attributes that they portray is NOT what I REALLY want to see. This is a song about a man who is completely disinterested in the superficial selfies that he sees day in and day out on social media and who wants to see the inner beauty of a real woman somehow communicated. Present me instead with something which reveals the oceanic nature of your soul. Here are the full lyrics:

The softness of her skin
isn’t nearly as important
as the gentleness of soul
that should be fostered deep within.
The enchantment of her smile
doesn’t really have significance
when compared to inner beauty,
inner light — that’s what beguile.

The svelteness of her shape
will forever be eclipsed
by the sharpness of her mind
from which there should be no escape.
The pouting of her lips
does not impress at all;
it’s the full things of one’s heart
which enhance relationships

[1st Refrain]
You hoped you would ensnare me with your face;
but I’m not as shallow as you may perceive.
To sell yourself like meat in a marketplace
will not attract a man to whom to cleave.

The flashing of her eyes
like a stroboscopic show
is not nearly such a pull
as a Lady who is wise.
The expression on her face
does not show to me her soul
and will never me impress
till I see her depth of grace.

The flowing of her dress
cannot seduce as much
as the pouring of her words
upon my heart, I must confess.
The expression on her face
does not show to me her soul
and will never me impress
till I see her depth of grace.

[2nd Refrain]
It is inner beauty she’ll exemplify
if she won’t rely on merely outward traits.
Insecurity won’t attract a worthwhile guy.
For a graceful, centred woman he awaits.

That coquettish little pose
in the photos that she shows
have been chosen carefully —
they’re like whitewashed cameos.
All the makeup that she wears
on her plastic masked façade
shows the shame she feels of self
and the falsehood that she shares.

As my story nears its end
you will no doubt be appalled
and offended by these words
and the message that I send.
But you should be pleased to know
there are men who do not fall
for the fleshpots of this world
or female braggadocio.

[3rd Refrain]
For all “beauty” that’s skin-deep is just a bore;
true feminine has oceanic power.
A real man knows her soul is so much more
than a selfie’s lies. Her soul is like a flower.

© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021

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