When did I stop moving?
Was it the day I pushed the first one out?
And when did I stop running away?
Maybe when I started shadowing someone else
Just to make sure he didn’t roll off the bed
Fall on the floor — knock himself on the head
And I know I’m not the only one
Who wakes up in the morning and notices
The old restlessness is gone
I Still Breathe
But I am the house they come home to
I still cry
But I am their port in the storm
And I still bleed
But I am the arms they run to
The place they lay their heads
That’s safe and warm
That’s safe and warm
The object of desire
Is a grownup girl who’s never given birth
But now I am the object
Of every other feeling on this earth
Still to them I must be steady as a rock
Or a lighthouse with a beacon that never shuts off
I Still Breathe
But I am the house they come home to
I still cry
But I am their port in the storm
And I still bleed
But I am the arms they run to
The place they lay their heads
That’s safe and warm
That’s safe and warm
I’m not made of granite
Flesh and blood is what you see
But when they have a tantrum
They pound their fists on me
I Still Breathe
But I am the house they come home to
I still cry
But I am their port in the storm
And I still bleed
But I am the arms they run to
The place they lay their heads
That’s safe and warm
That’s safe and warm
credits
from If Mama Ain't Happy,
released June 1, 1998
Tina deVaron, piano. Tina deVaron, vocals
Backed by a trio of jazz musicians, the Taiwanese singer-songwriter develops physical landscapes as a vehicle for stunning sound poetry. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024