My True Name
Embracing My True Identity in the Symphony of Names
Lyrics
Let me call you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart
Expressing affectionate terms like "darlin'" or "sweetheart."
Don't you hate it when they call you Louise
Disliking being called by a name, possibly "Louise."
But isn't it scary, when they want to call you Mary
Highlighting discomfort when people use a formal name like "Mary," implying judgment.
A whore, or a saint, or a tease.
Reflecting on societal labels such as whore, saint, or tease and the impact on self-perception.
But you came here in summer, you'd been living in Manhattan
Describing the arrival during summer after living in Manhattan.
You caught me wide eyed and half sane
Expressing vulnerability and surprise when encountered with the speaker.
But you saw to my center past every imposter
Recognizing authenticity by seeing through pretense and reaching the speaker's core.
And you whispered My True Name
Acknowledging a profound connection by whispering the speaker's "True Name."
I have been Betty, Eleanor and Rosie
Listing various names (Betty, Eleanor, Rosie) the speaker has adopted, suggesting different identities.
I've been the shamed Magdaline
Admitting to embodying societal perceptions, such as the shamed Magdalene.
And if the truth be known I've attempted Saint Joan
Referencing attempts at embodying figures like Saint Joan.
Donna, and Sarah, and Jane
Listing additional names (Donna, Sarah, Jane) as part of the speaker's diverse experiences.
For we all have our heros and we all have tormentors
Recognizing the presence of both positive and negative influences (heroes and tormentors) in life.
And we'll play them again and again
Acknowledging the repetitive nature of encountering both positive and negative influences.
But you saw to my center, past every imposter
Reiterating the ability of the listener to see through facades and understand the speaker's true self.
And you whispered My True Name
Stressing the importance of recognizing and whispering the speaker's "True Name."
And if you see me standing on the banks of Lake Griffy
Imagining the speaker standing by Lake Griffy, possibly contemplating identity.
Throwing white bits of paper to the wind
Symbolizing letting go of past identities by throwing bits of paper to the wind.
I'm just throwing the shards, of all my calling cards
Explaining the action of discarding remnants of societal expectations and past personas.
And I'm speaking My True Name
Emphasizing the act of vocalizing and reclaiming the speaker's "True Name."
I'm just throwing the shards, of all my calling cards
Reiterating the symbolic gesture of discarding societal expectations and embracing authenticity.
And I'm whispering My True Name
Highlighting the significance of whispering the speaker's "True Name."
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