Ballad Of A Short Man
I don’t think I every posted this song, though it was on the musicing page.
My only song written as a dare, a bet even. The opening words explain:
“I would like the song to be about a Dwarf who overcomes his shortcomings and becomes one of the greatest inspirational speakers of all times. He marries a very tall woman hoping that their height will balance out to normalcy. But instead the child ends up with a large head, and very small hands.”
I did all of that, except the messed up kid.
This song makes me chuckle since you wouldn’t know it was any of that without being told. I’m a poet. I like metaphors.
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The Words:
Well I know that my words can inspire a crowd,
Or save a drowning man by thinking out loud,
But it’s just not the same when you are around.
Well there are sometimes when my mouth fills with glue,
But it just seems to happen when I’m standing near you.
I feel so imperfect what can I do?
Well you stand over me, and I don’t know what to say
To keep you from walking away.
’Cause you’re so high above me I need a pedestal,
If I ever want to see eye to eye with you.
An emotional midget standing at four foot two:
What can I do?
But I still imagine that we are a pair
Even while our opposites are attracting stares.
Well let all their jaws drop, I just don’t care,
As long as you’re near.
But maybe you see more than meets the eye;
Perhaps you see the giant that lives inside.
All the girls my height, they’re all such a bore,
And your eyes grabbed my heart when you ducked through the door.
Now staring at your smile, my neck is sore,
But this pain I endure,
And enjoy if you’re walking with me,
Hand in hand, even if my head hits your knee.
When you’re calling me ‘baby;’ and we will see
If they look like you or me.
Maybe you see more than meets the eye;
Perhaps you see the giant that lives inside?
But she’s so high above me. She’s so high above me,
So lovely, won’t you tell me your name
And from which heaven you’ve came down?
Stick around, we’ll turn two “I”s to “We” beautiful lady.
She’s so high above me: She’s so high and lovely.