Marionette

A new song I'm working on, inspired by Rebecca Lang's marionettes and Rupert Wates' misfit themes on his new album The Rank Outsiders Ball. They're pretty close to finished, I think—now on to creating the music:

MARIONETTE
©2014 Dave Turner

I am a marionette.
In my wooden right hand, a glass of wine
In my left a cigarette.

I walk across the stage
Guided by my puppeteer, and without desire
Except to find relief
From restlessness and loneliness,
And my strings attached place my boots at last
On a brass rail.
You can set your clock to show time
And take your seat anywhere you like within
The bar, my theatre.

I am a marionette.
In my wooden right hand, a glass of wine
In my left a cigarette.

The show’s been held over
It’s been more than a couple of years now
Since I performed 
Without any strings attached
On another stage, in a short play
About love found 
And soon lost in California.
Then I was re-cast
Wrinkles carved into my wooden face.

I am a marionette.
Wishing to return to flesh and blood,
For the puppeteer to disconnect.

Or for another unseen director
To paint me new colors and make me
A different character.

Perhaps that's how I can cross over
Regain my freedom, cut the strings,
Exit the theatre,
Feel the sun on my soft-again face,
No longer a marionette of wood.
Perhaps at last
I can leave the stage 
And puppeteer behind,
Brightness of real life again in my eyes.

But I am a marionette.
In my wooden right hand, a glass of wine
In my left a cigarette.

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