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Endymienne: the song

8/22/2014

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I try not to get down on Facebook because it's allowed me to keep in touch with a good number of dear old friends from my formative years - high school and college - and keep track of each other's life changes even as we change differently, often from far away. They keep my Self in perspective, and remind me that I am not just present Me but also the me that I used to be, and even future me -- that I must respect and honor every aspect of who I am, was, and will be.  I used to be a lot of things that I'm not now, but must cherish the fact that in some way, those things are still a part of who I am.

I used to be a Ben Folds groupie, I used to love horses, I used to be a girl scout, I used to be overweight, I used to have major depression, I used to be Catholic, I used to love the color chartreuse the most, I used to watch a lot of TV.  I'm not presently those things any more, but they define part of who and what I am.

Laura, aka JBJ, thank you so much for writing this song.  I hope that someone out there might help me - us - set some music to it so that I can always remember it and even sing it loud and proud, like the first time I ever sang in front of an audience during a high school summer mission trip, Jane Be Jane.

Endymienne smiles with her shimmering eyes
When she dances with Bridgetown revue
She's all feathers and sequins and fiery lights
But she's lived a lifetime or two
And she says to herself

Chorus:

If it's a while till you smile again
Just read the note that you wrote on your skin
It gets better
Endymienne

She carries her hopes in the folds of her skirt
It takes twenty-five yards worth of cotton
Yeah things could be better but they could be worse
Yesterday she's never forgotten
And she says to herself

Chorus:
If it's a while till you smile again
Just read the note that you wrote on your skin
It gets better
Endymienne

T-t-t-t-time stops
When she moves her hips
No one can look away from it
T-t-t-t-time stops
When she shimmies across the stage
For a moment there's only today

Chorus:
If it's a while till you smile again
Just read the note that you wrote on your skin
It gets better
Endymienne

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