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cold as the mountains - cont.

she takes her time
she ain't no fool
she gets me hot
she plays it cool
and she knows what she wants

cold as the mountains that reach for the sky
tall as the small man asserting his claim
sharp as the gambler who wins without fight
calm as the hunter as he's taking aim

she can be harsh
she can be tough
when in the wrong
she lies and bluffs
like she fights for her life

fierce as a cornered and desperate rat
dashed as the lover who wanted the truth*
frantic as those who've been caught in the act
mean as the liar who needs an excuse

she's a strong-willed
pig-headed beast
she's ill-suited
for poor old me
I can't stand up to her

cold as the mountains that reach for the sky
tall as the small man asserting his claim
sharp as the gambler who wins without fight
calm as the hunter as he's taking aim



As much as I love it I think I may have to replace or rephrase this line as it doesn't go too well with the context.

Vanity - modified

A few words can make all the difference. While rehearsing "Vanity" I found that the last lines didn't make much sense. Eventually I changed them just a little bit and Bingo!


...
a fight against time is lost from the beginning
when the last bell chimes you know there is no winning
but Vanity, you never fought

cold as the mountains

The germ of yet another song :-)

Just two stanzas at the moment:


cold as the mountains that reach for the sky
tall as the small man asserting his claim
sharp as the gambler who wins without fight
calm as the hunter as he's taking aim

fierce as a cornered and desperate rat
mean as the liar who needs an excuse
frantic as those who've been caught in the act
dashed as the lover who wanted the truth

Vanity (from 2004)

I wrote "Vanity" in 2004 after visiting the "Kunsthistorisches Museum" in Vienna where I was fascinated by a little wooden sculpture that depicted Vanitas. Now I decided to add an acoustic version of my song to my FolkBernd setlist. The lyrics go:

Vanity, you do look old
the smooth skin of your youth got definitely stained
age spots and wrinkles where once a proud beauty reigned
there's no charm and no grace
in your old worn out face
you've lost your good looks - there is no denying
the time you've wasted is why you should be crying
Vanity, it feels so cold

Vanity, no use for gold
what once seemed important is of no use today
riches and elegance won't serve you on your way
let the past be the past
gold and silver won't last
your heirs will fight over what you will have left them
where you're headed to no-one will care for your gems
Vanity, you had been told

when you look in the mirror
you spot a disturbing shape
like a skull grinning at you
knowing there's no escape

Vanity, you look distraught
you've had all the chances a human life provides
never you seized them, instead you swept them aside
you can't call back your youth
you can't fight off the truth
your fight against time's been lost from the beginning
when the last bell chimes you'll know there is no winning
Vanity, you never fought

Vanity ...

cold as the mountains

I actually intended to make this first stanza that I had come up with the chorus:

cold as the mountains that reach for the sky
tall as the small man asserting his claim
sharp as the gambler who wins without fight
calm as the hunter as he's taking aim


but then I came up with another that uses the very same meter and rhyme pattern:

fierce as a cornered and desperate rat
mean as the liar who needs an excuse
frantic as those who've been caught in the act
dashed as the lover who wanted the truth


...