South African in Europe

There's a song by Sting called Englishman in New York.  I altered the lyrics a bit to come up with South African in Europe.  To make it work though, one would have to say the word Europe in an African accent (so "yu-rop", emphasis on the "rop").  Here is the original song:


And here is a Sax rendition without the lyrics.  So imagine this Sax rendition with the altered lyrics I've added below.



I don't drink kafa I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on both sides
You can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm a South African in Europe

Walking down the streets of Janjina
Holding Johannesburg in my heart
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm a South African in Europe

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a South African in Europe
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a South African in Europe

If manners maketh us as someone said
Then she's the hero of the day
It takes a lady to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a South African in Europe
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a South African in Europe

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A lady will walk but never run

If manners maketh us as someone said
Then she's the hero of the day
It takes a lady to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say [x3]


You'd think I wrote this because of a nostalgia for South Africa, but that's not really the case.  I'm just commenting on the feeling of being out of place in a foreign land and it's probably more true for my husband than it is for me.  I do miss parts of Africa from time to time, but I'm also content where I am.

...
Maja Dezulovic


The Tracks of My Tears

Recently I started crying.  That may not seem like a big deal, but for almost three years I've just wanted to cry, but I was too numb to do so.  Now I'm triggered by anything that is remotely emotional.  So I remembered this song from my childhood (no, I didn't grow up in the time of Motown, but that's what I listened to as a kid).  I've selected parts of the lyrics that explain how I feel, and it's a good song.

"People say I'm the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue

So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look a little bit closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up"


...
Maja Dezulovic