Lyr Add: Cinders (Anne Lister)

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Cinders (Anne Lister)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 Jan 08 - 06:07 PM

Anne's notes, from Waiting for the Hero:

Found these lyrics on an old tattered sheet stuffed into one of my files and I was surprised I hadn't done anything with them before. And here it is. I wrote it when I felt decidedly more jaundiced about happy endings than I do now.

I dunno - I've always liked the romance of the Cinderella story, and this one bopped me on the head at first. I guess I'd reluctantly agree with Anne, though - when you make a choice, even if it's for something wonderful, you always leave something good behind.
-Joe-

Subject: Lyr Add: Cinders (Anne Lister)
From: Mrrzy
Date: 26 Jan 08 - 12:50 PM

CINDERS
Anne Lister (Tabster), on Waiting for the Hero

I'm sitting in the ballroom now - the guests have all gone home
My husband's somewhere in the palace - I think I'm all alone
There's mirrors all around the room and in every one I see
A lady in fine clothing but she doesn't look like me.

There's nothing so attractive as a prince in his full power
There's nothing as enticing as a rigid curfew hour
There's nothing quite like choosing if you're the one to choose
There's nothing quite like gambling if you've nothing left to lose
And you're bound to be quite certain there's a fine prize to be had
With a memory of perfume and a slipper in your hand …

I'm sitting in the ballroom now - the guests have all gone home
My husband's somewhere in the palace - I think I'm all alone
There's mirrors all around the room and in every one I see
A lady in fine clothing but she doesn't look like me.

You thought that you were helping when you came by that night
And turned my rags to riches and made the wrongs all right
You thought that you were helping with your magic and your wand
But I can't see what the fuss was for now everyone has gone.
I can't see the princess or the beauty or the bride
I only see the little girl in ashes left behind.

I'm sitting in the ballroom now - the guests have all gone home
My husband's somewhere in the palace - I think I'm all alone
There's mirrors all around the room and in every one I see
A lady in fine clothing but she doesn't look like me.

I think he just came after me because I ran away
I think I said I loved him to have something nice to say
I think he only married me because the slipper fitted right
I think I only married him from the romance of that night
Don't judge me by the satins or the velvets or the gold
There's just a little child by a fireside and the ashes have gone cold.

I'm sitting in the ballroom now - the guests have all gone home
My husband's somewhere in the palace - I think I'm all alone
There's mirrors all around the room and in every one I see
A lady in fine clothing but she doesn't look like me.