Nelly Furtado – Try – Folklore
I…
I sit here and look down at my hands on my keyboard, and there’s a big black diamond-shaped bruise on the back of my right hand. It’s one of those deep bruises that you can barely see but which hurt like a mofo. I get them a lot when I’ve been drinking. I look at my knee, currently propping up my chin as I type, and there’s one of those nasty purple and yellow affairs. The whole of my leg, the whole of my body, speckled with bruises. No memory or reasoning behind them. I don’t recall hurting myself or getting in a fight. They merely bear witness to a clumsy overflow of misdirected energy.
My heart is bruised. It’s been thrown around, carelessly. I always chuck it at the wrong person, someone caught unawares, and they never catch it. Most often they are surprised — “what, me? but I don’t even play this game? I thought we were playing hangman, why are you throwing a ball at me?”
Hangman. You gleefully try to outwit each other, hanging man after man, erasing the stick bodies from the blackboard without a thought for the gruesome picture you’ve just created. It’s just a silly guessing game. Try to trip each other up, and every time you succeed, it’s another point for you, every time you lose, you shrug and start a new game.
What do you want, girl? Who do you want? And why do you want it?
Why are you so easy to hurt? Why are you fooled quicker and quicker every time? As you grow older, you seem to be ever more naive; the more tricks and games you learn, the more gullible and susceptible to getting played you are.
And yet you’re the biggest player of them all. So what is it, exactly, that you want? I can’t help thinking that until you work that out, until you are honest with yourself, you will not be successful.
I wish I hadn’t seen all of the realness. And all the real people are really not real at all. The more I look, the more I learn, the more I cry as I say goodbye to the way of life I had designed for me.
All I know
Is everything is not as it’s sold
but the more I grow, the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I’m not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
I wish I hadn’t seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I’m all I’ll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try
All of the moments that already passed
We’ll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that’s wonderful, and that’s life
And that’s you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love
