Based on Ireland 1992
Linda Martin — Why Me?
🎵 Soft rain 🎵
This night
I hear rain weeping at my window
And this night
The wind is keening through my eaves
And this night
Now the moon is full:
Its light breathes me awake
This night
I sigh and contemplate the seasons
Of life and how they twist and turn around me
And this night
In these wee small hours
A glint shines, like a friend
That comforts me:
White teeth
All moulded by our expensive dentist
White teeth (White teeth! Ooh…)
I know they’re false but you’d never guess it
At night they come out like stars
Beside me in a jar
White teeth
I see at once, as myself revealed:
I’m old
This night
I watch the clock: Has it stopped ticking?
I listen to the rumbling of my arse
But this night
You’re not lying here
Beneath this bright moonbeam
And I wanna scream
Why him?
He wouldn’t hurt a fly: Tell me, really
Why him? (Why him? Why...)
It can’t be true but I must accept that it’s him
Who’ll never be holding me in his arms again
And driver why
You couldn’t see my love in your pimped up headlights?
That night
Why him?
I ask this question but get no answers
Why him? (Why me? Why...)
“Time heals”! What cruel joke! I can’t believe it
These thoughts keep lingering while
The moon shines on his prized
White Teeth
It’s all I have: the spare set of his
White teeth
White teeth.