Marie Digby

Marie Digby
heard it from shanshine's blog, beautiful song.. =)
Attracted to the raw, sincere kind of voice, simple piano & down-to-earth, observant, highlight-the-obscure but close-to-heart type of lyrics...

I like the very last line (Came a boy who sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...), suggests a glimpse of hope or despair, depending on the outlook of the listener. If u're an optimist, it is hope; if u're a realist, it is just the opposite.
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The exact reason why i first fell in love writing poetry, to portray the beautifully beclouded emotions of people, the very thing that rises subconsciously from the heart but evaporates before being addressed, the essence of longing or desire that exist in everyday life, translated wrongly by common perceptions and being put right again in poetry.
Like the exceptional photographer who captured a world in its frame, without words.
So is poetry and music, it might not be about melody nor words...
But about life.



There's a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone
And though she smiles
There is something she's hiding
And she cant find a way to relate
She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by
And she'll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry
She'll say...

Chorus

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
When you'll ask her her name

In the beginning, in the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldn't seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface
And she would close her eyes when they laughed and she fell down the stairs
And the more that they joked
And the more that they screamed
She retreated to where she is now
And she'll sing...

Chorus

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day that you will ask her...her name

And one day just the same as the last
Just the days spent in counting the time
Came a boy who sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...