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Once Upon a Time When I wasn't Me

Many moons ago - all the way back to January, I found these lyrics on Kirsten Osolind's blog, and I've been desperate to post them here, also. With proper attribution to Jane Siberry. I only wish I could post some of the music - and Jane (seems relevant to this blog, doesn't it?) singing.

Kirsten may have beat me to getting these words in front of the gals who need to see them, but... I know she won't mind if I follow her lead...When_i_was_a_boy

When I Was a Boy Lyrics
Dar Williams

I won't forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand...
I said I was a boy; I'm glad he didn't check.
I learned to fly, I learned to fight
I lived a whole life in one night
We saved each other's lives out on the pirate's deck.

And I remember that night
When I'm leaving a late night with some friends
And I hear somebody tell me it's not safe,
someone should help me
I need to find a nice man to walk me home.

When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb upon
And I don't know how I survived,
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.

And you can walk me home, but I was a boy, too.

I was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw.
My neighbor come outside to say, "Get your shirt,"
I said "No way, it's the last time I'm not breaking any law."

And now I'm in this clothing store, and the signs say less is more
More that's tight means more to see, more for them, not more for me
That can't help me climb a tree in ten seconds flat.

When I was a boy, See that picture? That was me
Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees
And I know things have gotta change,
They got pills to sell, they've got implants to put in,
they've got implants to remove

But I am not forgetting...that I was a boy too.

And like the woods where I would creep, it's a secret I can keep
Except when I'm tired, 'cept when I'm being caught off guard
And I've had a lonesome awful day, the conversation finds its way
To catching fire-flies out in the backyard.

And so I tell the man I'm with about the other life I lived
And I say now you're top gun, I have lost and you have won
And he says, "Oh no, no, can't you see

When I was a girl, my mom and I we always talked
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry, now even when I'm alone I seldom do
And I have lost some kindness
But I was a girl too.
And you were just like me, and I was just like you.

Wow. Does that speak to anyone else as strongly as it speaks to me?


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verna Wilder

I own this CD, love Siberry's music, and have never really listened to these lyrics. Thank you for posting them. Other songs on that CD are tear-jerkers, too, like Calling All Angels, a duet she does with kd lang.

Love your blog!

Tammy Lenski

Yvonne, I'm sitting here with my morning coffee, tears running down my cheeks. Thanks for moving start to my day and a song I'm downloading as I write this.

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