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IT'S TABOO TO SAY I LOVE YOU THE STORY
It's taboo to say I love you
just because I feel
the words rising in me
strong and clear and real
I hear the words
I love you
rising in my throat
But my throat closes on them
I try to say the words
and almost choke
It's taboo
It's taboo to say I love your touch
the feeling of your skin
the warmth of your flesh
your heartbeat deep within
It's taboo
I don't know who taught me
must have been long ago
But clearly, strongly, deeply
I know
It's taboo
I almost broke the silence
many, many times
But was held back by the feeling
that to say
I love you
was not just taboo
but to lie
To feel love
is taboo
an even deeper taboo
I don't know who taught me
must have been long ago
But clearly, strongly, deeply
I know
It's taboo
The punishment? Humiliation
The punishment? Shame
The punishment? Consternation
The punishment? Blame
or blankness
or a thankless sigh
I'm unsure of the punishment
But I'd rather die
No one can make me
say
I love you
No one can break me
or my heart
in two
Except
I long to say
I love you
I long to praise
all of you
I long to feel
a closeness
that's taboo
It's taboo
to say
I love you
Yet I long to say the words
It's taboo
to feel
such feelings
What if the words fall once more on deaf ears?
What if they once more go unheard?
And what if I'm wrong?
What if this isn't love I'm feeling at all?
Yet you say you love me
That's not taboo
for you
And I feel your words
throughout me
That's not taboo
Inside me, turmoil
Outside, a quiet look
As inside I struggle with an age-old
taboo
Elsa
November 8, 1994
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November 2004. It had been a spring and summer and fall of song after song after song. I'd already tried to find musicians to work with. Not easy. I wasn't an insider. I was coming from left field. I didn't have a good singing voice. Good speaking voice though.
This piece has been recorded twice. Once with a melody from Ed Deigan, whom I met maybe 10 years ago (Tank Almost Empty, Words Cannot Contain). Don't know where that version is right now. And a second time with Michel Robidoux, a spoken word version, done in the hope of getting a grant to fund a spoken work CD. (Also with Michel Robidoux, Don't Waste My Time and The Echo of the Echo.)
As it turned out, that push for a grant came just about at the end of years of struggle to somehow get out into the world through finding musicians and also through finally getting a grant. Grants received: zero, though lots of positive reviews (and some negative).
Life took over - other things came to the forefront.
Last year I came back to my creative works, knowing that I needed a site. I didn't know just how it would shape up, but I knew utterly and profoundly that my works needed a home base, from which I could try to help them make their way into the world.
Lots of plans. Webcasts. Podcasts. Zee's Cafe Cafe.
But first, a home space.
Now it feels I'm very much at the jumping off point into the next phase.
For now I've dug out the spoken word version.
More is to be done - especially a version that comes close to what I hear in my head - but these versions will stay. The version I did with Ed came closer.
And then I want to do what I want done with most of my pieces, I want it woven into a story, so that it's part of the telling of a story.
Elsa
October 8, 2007
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IT'S TABOO - COPYRIGHT
copyright © 2007 - Elsa Schieder - words and vocals, all rights reserved
copyright © 2007 - Michel Robidoux, music, all rights reserved
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Who
is My Match, click here.
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White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce,
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Its taboo to say I love you, just because I feel,
the words rising in me, strong and clear and real.
Its Taboo.
Elsas Words Music. Words rising in me.
Words spoken. Words sung. Words from within.
A dozen
years ago,
I began to wake up
with word pieces -
words music, spoken word, songs -
in my head.
Escape velocity.
Echo of the echo.
Tank almost empty.
Can't cross the gap.
Welcome into my world.
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WORDS MUSIC WORDS
Every
time I'm going
into the words not knowing
what kind of thing I'm doing
what is this thing I'm making
what are these words creating
words music and me
words music can be
words music going
into worlds
not knowing
what words music worlds
the worlds will be
Words
music, music words, rhythm beat,
spoken word, song,
words music, words beat,
rap poetry,
trip hip unhip unzipped
whispered, shouted, sung.
What is this?
spoken word poetry?
rap tap rhythm song?
Where do these words belong?
They don't follow song rules
so they can't be songs
Are some rap
with a rap beat?
Are some spoken word?
Some are to be sung -
country, trip hop, pop, folk, blues,
country folk, rock and roll, rap,
world beat, jazz, folk pop,
rhythm and blues.
words music words
rhythm beat strong
words to be spoken
words to be sung
words to be lived
moments
word music worlds
rhythm beat
What's cooking?
Whatever comes -
words alive
words strong
words music worlds
rhythm beat
strong
movement
words moving
words shaping
words taking
words trying
to catch life
to catch moments
moments like fireflies
one moment bright
next moment gone
words
words and rhythm
words to be spoken
words to be sung
words, sounds, music
word music worlds
words going on and on
like the beat of a drum
word pieces
piecing together moments
word music worlds
stronger
fainter
closer
and then
can't hear
they're gone
like moments
Elsa
July 15, 2006
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copyright - Elsa Schieder - 2007, all rights reserved
